'Life becomes easier when you except the apology you never got.' - Robert Brault

When I woke up the next morning, I woke up to my phone ringing.

"Ughh," Zach groaned. He reached over me, to the floor and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" He answered. His voice was raspy and sexy from sleep.

"Yeah, mom," he laughed. "I think she's still asleep," I could tell he was looking at me.

"Who is it?" I mumbled. My eyes still closed.

"Your mom," he said. He put the phone up to my ear.

"Hi, mom."

"Good morning Kiddo," mom chirped. I hated in when people were peppy and happy in the mornings. "I just wanted to tell you that, my relator will be meeting you at the address to the first place that your seeing at 10:30."

"Okay, thanks," I said. My eyes were still closed. I had full intentions of going back to sleep after this phone call.

"And he knows all about being spies," she said. "Ill text you the address to the 1st place, and you will follow Stephan to the other places."

We said out goodbyes and I hung up.

"What was that about?" Zach yawned. When I rolled back over and started to fall back asleep on his chest.

"We are meeting the relator at 10:30," I slurred. Sleep coming back over me.

"What time is it now?" He asked. Sliding his arms around my waist as sleep claimed him too.

"10," I mumbled. It took a few seconds to click.

"Shit!" Zach cried as we both flew out of bed. I ran to the suitcase and picked out something to wear. Zach ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth. We had 30 minutes to get ready and to the meeting place. It takes a good 15 just to get into D.C. and god knows how long to get to the apartment.

I slide a Brandy Melville floral dress, that extenuated my waist. Then a over sized cartagain because Abby had the air turned up to 50 degrees in her house. I ran into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my hair that was wavy because I let it air dry last night after I showered. I quickly put on a tint lip balm that added a subtle coral tint to my lips. I ran some liquid liner over my top lash line and smudged a little black liner in my water line. I guess living with Macey really did pay off.

"Cam, where's my blue shirt?" Zach's worried voice called. When I got back in the bedroom, Zach had strew our clothes about the room.

"Babe, I cant find!" He said. Searching all over the place. I went back into the bathroom, knowing where it was.

"Here," I laughed. I threw it at him and put on some brown leather wedges.

"What? Where was it?" he asked. As he put his head through the whole.

"For some reason it was in my makeup bag," I said. "When we were late for the flight from Monte Carlo, you put it in there." I said. Realizing that we were late a lot.

He rolled his eyes, and walked to the door," Are you ready?"

"Yeah," I grabbed my phone and bag. Following him to the door. I looked up at him and laughed.

"What?" he questioned.

"Your hair," I giggled. I reached up to fix it. It was standing straight up in the back and was matted down in the front. I patted down the hair in the back and spiked it up in the front, like I've seen him do many times.

"Your pitiful," I said. When we walked out the door.

"Abb! Were late! See you later!" I called. As we walked out the door.

In the car, I put the address into the navigation system and Zach drove.

We arrived at the condo complex at 10:32.

We walked in the lobby, the lobby had white shag carpeting and black sleek furniture. There was a snobby looking women typing on a computer, a teenage boy standing at attention by the elevator in a stiff looking suit. There was a man sitting on one of the hard shiny couch.

"Excuse me," I said. He was looking down at something, reading it. He was probably just a few years older than Zach and I.

He had blondish hair, but his roots where brown, giving the fact that blonde wasn't his natural hair color away. When he looked up we say that he has brown eyes. A light brown, almost amber. He's face was very angular, with high domant check bones and a hard jaw line. He was quite tall, he was lanky but not dorky. He had broad shoulders that evened him out.

"Hello," he smiled. His teeth were whiter than a natural color. "Rachel, I wasn't expecting too see you here. I thought you had said that your daughter and boyfriend I would be here?"

I gave him a confused look, but replaced it with a smile. Trying not to be rude. "I'm Cammie," I stuck my hand. "Rachel's daughter."

"Oh, of course," he stook my hand. "Forgive me. You just look so much like your mother," he smiled. He was also blind.

"Not a problem. So sorry for being late," I smiled. "You know who traffic can be." I lied.

"Ahh, but you weren't late. I was just early," he was still grasping my hand. I tried to pull away, and after about 3 seconds of direct and awkward eye contact he released his hard grip and returned his hand back to his side.

I smiled, eyeing him a little, "Right." He was definitely odd. "This is my boyfriend, Zach." They shook hand.

"Pleasure to meet the both of you," he said. Fixing the grip on his brief case. "I'm a huge fan of your work."

"Work?" Zach asked. As we all made our way to the elevator.

The teenager in the suite pushed the up button for us and the sliding doors glided open. "4 please," Stephan said to the boy. He pressed the button and stood at attention in the front of the elevator.

"Yes, work." Stephan smiled. "Cammie, I have heard many great things about you, and Zach its a not everyday you meet some one who was raised by the circle and now works to bring them down."

"Right," I said, supstiously. "Well, thank you very much."

"Lets get down to business," he said. As we excited the elevator.

"This building has an excellent surciety system, everyone that works here is issued as an agent for the CIA, as well as just about everyone who lives here." he opened a dark wood door.

"The condo has 2 bedrooms, and 1 and half bath," he said. "So its a bit on the smaller side. But, they don't make to many apartments made for 2 spies."

Most operatives live alone.

"The complex is 2 miles from Langley land, meaning about a 10 minute comute," he said. Inside the condo was just like the lobby down stairs. Stiff and stuffy.

"It comes completely furnished, so all that you see here, will be yours."

The carpet was very white, so white it hurt to look at. The walls were white too. It was quite small too, the kitchen was by far the smallest. You couldn't have the door the pantry and the dish washer open at the same time.

"Its a little small," Zach said. He had to duck his head in the living room so he wouldn't hit the ceiling.

"Yeah, what's the square footage?"

"Its 1,500 square feet," he said. "But, that doesn't include the patio and in the roof there is a pool." he was trying to talk it up.

"And the price?" Zach asked. Looking in the bathroom, it looked like we couldn't even be in here at the same time.

"8,000 a month." he said. "That doesn't includes water, HOH fees and electricity."

It still was a large price to pay for this little of a space.

"So how are we feeling on this place?" Stephan asked. While we were waiting for the elevator.

"I don't think its for us," I said.

Zach nodded, "I think we need some more space, and for it not to be furnished."

"Okay, so why don't we go check out the next one?"

He followed him to the next place.

"Did he seem a little odd to you?" I asked Zach. When we were in the car.

"Yeah, he was totally checking you out," he said.

"He was not," I argued.

"Yes he was. When you bent down to look at the stove," he hesitated. "Lets just say I wasn't the only one looking at you ass."

I slapped him on the arm.

"What? He defended as we pulled into a parking place. "It's a nice ass."

I hit him again," But, thank you."

We got out of the car and stood on the side walk, looking around the neighborhood. It was located next to little shops and restaurant.

"This next place, is a town house," Stephan said. As he led us to a narrow but tall house.

"Its 6,500 square feet, 4 bedroom, 2 and a half bath," he commented. We walked up a concrete side walk with little patches of grass on either side. It was a row of the same exscate houses all down the street.

"Someone will come by 2 times a week and care for the front walk and yard," he unlocked the front door. "Your free to decorate the yard and the house as you wish. But, when you sell the owners of the property ask that you return everything back to its original state.

"What do you mean property owners?" Zach questioned.

"Well, these complexes are quite orginal. You have the space of a home, you can decorate it any way you like, such as a condo or home, but you have a landlord that you contact if something goes from, like a condo or apartment."

"So would we pay HOH fees or a mortgage?" I asked. Slightly confused.

"HOH," he answered. "Everything is treated like a condo or apartment, your electricy, water, heating and cooling system, lawn care, are all token care of by the land lords. You are free to do whatever you please with the property as long as its returned back to its original state when you leave."

"Do you buy or lease?"

"Lease," he said.

Walking through the front door, I already loved it.

There were dark hard wood floors throughout the house. When you opened the front door, you saw a small entry way, the stair case. There was a room off of the entry way then a hallway. The room off the entryway was the living room.

There was a large book case on the wall that was across from the door way. Then another wall, there was a large bay window that you could see the front yard from. Under that was a window seat and the wall was finished with brick.

"I like this," Zach said.

"I do too," I said.

"Down the hall is a spare bedroom," Stephan said. We followed him down to a medium sized room in the back of the house.

"This could be the office," Zach said. I envisioned 2 desks facing each other and a book self in the middle up against the wall. Down stairs there was a half bathroom and the kitchen.

"Upstairs we have 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms," Stephan said and we walked up the steps. The bedrooms were fanatsic, a room for Zach and I, then 2 spares. One of the bathrooms was smaller than the other but they were both a good size.

"I really like it," Zach said as we walked down the stairs.

"I love it," I smiled. "Do you want to put a offer in?"

He smiled and nodded.

"So what does this run for?" I questioned as Stephan looked the door and we stood on the front porch.

"The down payment is 83,000, he said. "But, I think we can talk it down too 80,000."

I nodded, looking back up at the house, then took a look back a Zach. He nodded, a rapped a arm around my waist.

"We'll take it," he said.

Stephan smiled a took out his phone, "What do you want to offer?"

"80,000," I said. "Highest is 84,000, that's the highest we can go."

"Alright, it will take a few hours," he said dialing on his phone. "Why don't you guys get something to eat? Get to know the area a bit more, there are some fantastic restaurants along this road."

We nodded, and left him to his work. Zach and I walked down the street, holding hands, looking into the shops.

"What'cha thinking about?" he asked. Swinging our entwined hands.

"What color should we paint the living room?" I said. He laughed.

"What ever you want," he said. He looked into a small intalin restaurant, "Lets eat."

Inside we were seated, a middle ages woman came with a pad of paper.

"Hi, my names Sarah, can I start you off to drink?"

"Yeah, I'll have a iced tea," I said. Zach ordered a water.

"I'll be right back," she smiled.

"I have a feeling we will like it here," I said.

"Me too," Zach smiled. "So I was thinking," he started. "After lunch, we go get our stuff from Abby's, then do a little furniture shopping?"

"Perfect, we only have 2 weeks to get the house perfect," I said.

"So what's going on with Bex?" he asked.

"Grants going to propose," I said shaking my head.

"Do you think she'll say yes?"

I nodded, "I think so. Grant is going to do it here."

"He said that-" he was cut off by Sarah with our drinks.

"Here you go," she said. As she set down the drinks. "I've never seen you guys around before?" she questioned.

"We just moved in," Zach smiled.

"Well, we put a offer in," I corrected.

She smiled," Well, good luck! What can I get you?"

"I'll have the veal parmesan," Zach said. Looking at me.

"And I'll have the Italian chicken salad," we both handed her the menus.

I looked around the small restaurant. It was very small but homey. There were old oil painting's scattered randomly about the walls and there was a old bald robust man sitting in the back at a table made for two. He was counting 20 dollars bills, smoking cigars and singing loudly to the opera like Italian music.

"Cam?"

"What?" I snapped back.

He chuckled, "Where'd you go?"

"I was just thinking," I smiled. "Whats up?"

"Where did you want to shop for furniture?"

"Mom was telling me that Ikea would be good," I said. "Then I have recently discovered an obsession with target, so we need to go there," I listed.

"Okay, have you talked to Liz?"

I mentally slapped myself, "Crap! No, I completely forgot!"

He nodded," I'm really nervous that we wont get it," he admitted. Rubbing his hand together and rest his elbows on the table.

"We will," I reassured him. Rubbing his arm lightly.

"I just really like it, I think you'd be happy there."

"I do to, but I'd be happy anywhere," I said. He smiled.

Sarah came back with our lunch, and we ate.

After lunch we ate lunch we went to Abby and Townsends a gathered our stuff. They were both gone, probably at work.

When we were packing my phone rang, Zach and I shared a nervous glace before picking it up. I put it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Cammie. This is Stephan, I have some news about the house you put a offer in," Stephan's voice rang through the phone.

"And?" Zach asked.

"You got it!" Stephan called.

"Really?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah! And they excepted the offer of 80,000!" He cried.

"I cant believe it!" Zach screamed.

"Thank you so much!"

"I'll meet you at the place in an hour to sign," and he hung up.

"Oh my god!" I screamed. Zach grabbed my waist and lifted me up.

When he finally put me down, I looked into his eyes.

"I love you," he whispered and then kissed me. I smiled into his lips and kissed him back.

"I'm so excited!" I screamed and hugged him.

"Me too!" he mocked.

We finished packing and left Abby a note.

When we got to our new place Stephan was standing on the front porch with some papers.

"Hi guys!" he said as we got out of the car.

"Hello," we replied and walked up to the porch.

"Are you ready?" he asked. He set down the papers and handed me a pen.

I nodded, and after a series of signing for both Zach and I. Stephan handed us the keys.

"Thank you so much," I smiled.

"Your welcome," he said. Zach opened the door as Stephan walked back to his car.

Zach and I both stood on the entryway looking at our new house.

"What do we do now?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I feel like we should name it?"

Zach laughed," why?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Can we name it Becky?" he asked. Turing his head to look at me.

I laughed," Why Becky?"

"Because ir anything goes wrong or something brakes we can say," he changed his voice to a squeaky valley girl accent, "Oh my god Becky!"

"Or we could name it Karen?" I laughed.

"Why?"

So we could say," I changed my voice to match his fake accent, "God! Karen your so stupid!"

He gave me a confused look.

"It's a movie refrence,"I rolled my eyes.

"Cam, I live a sheltered life," he said. While nodding his head to make sure I understood and used his hand to motion to him self.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse.

"Come on," I said. And walked out the door.

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