So, again, this was a new idea I had and I kind of ran with it. Gallagher and Blackthorne never combined, never interacted at all during their high school years. This is set in the future. This is also a slight song-fic, in the sense that I used the story line of one of my favorite songs for the first chapter. After today, I will change the title of this piece from "Blank" to the songs title, but I first want to know who can guess the song right.
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Blank(Zach's Point of View)
Next Afternoon
I was spending my Saturday in the office as usual. I only had one meeting left, then I could go home fantasize about last night without the distractions of work. God, Cammie would not leave my thoughts alone. She kept coming back to the surface after I had tried to bury her under my thoughts of work. I rubbed my eyes. It was 3:45, the meeting with an agent I would be working with on my next mission would start in fifteen minutes. I took a moment to look over the file. It didn't have the ID of my soon-to-be-partner, but it did have their qualifications and record.
I skimmed it and instantly knew they would be good. They attended Gallagher Academy, the same school as most of my fellow female agents. She was the daughter of two legends, but their names were blacked out. She spoke nineteen languages, fluently. 'Majored' in Covert Operations, with straight A's in all her classes at Gallagher. Excelled, top of her class, at the CIA's training camps. She was known as the 'Chameleon', promised to blend into any situation, any culture, and any mission.
I looked down at her stats. At twenty-three, she had completed one-hundred and thirty-five missions. Failed zero. Cover blown seventeen times. Lost three agents while under her lead. Wounded seventy-three times. Declared dead five times, but resuscitated each time, minutes later, successfully. Clearance level of 9. Wow. Whoever this girl was, she was better than me.
I mentally went through a catalog of women I knew, but none of them fit the bill. I couldn't believe I hadn't met her before; I have met everyone our age group at the CIA. Well, at least I thought I had.
The mission was fairly straight forward. We would act as couple on their honeymoon in Paris. I would be a CEO of an up-and-coming weapons manufacturer, looking for some new, off-the-books customers. My wife would be a high school English teacher, who had no idea what her husband was planning. We would travel the party circuit and I would make a deal with the Red Mask, a terrorist organization. Then, we would call in backup and take them down. This was going to be very easy, quick, and painless.
I headed to the meeting in the directors conference room, and sat down. No one else had arrived yet and I pondered the meeting. I was nervous to meet my new partner. I sighed and as I did, the door opened. I turned around to see who entered. I gasped. She smiled.
It was Cammie Morgan.
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I may not be continuing this story. For now, it will remain a two-shot, at least until I have updated my other stories.
Please review with any thoughts you had. I hope you enjoyed!
postscript: I am in the middle of writing a new chapter for both Covert Operations Report and Shopping & Spies, and will post the completed chapters asap. Sorry for such a long wait; life has not been very good lately, and I had to wait until school was out to write more.