Operations Gone Wild

Dude, I just can't take you seriously in that fruit hat. - Wilbur, Meet the Robinsons

Operation: Find out Who the Hell Nick Is and Whether or Not He and Macey McHenry are in Some Lifelong Clandestine Relationship That Macey McHenry Did Not Know About

Written by: Operatives Cameron Morgan, Rebecca Baxter, Elizabeth Sutton and Macey McHenry (hereafter known by The Operatives)

Questions that Need Answering:

1) Who is Nick? (Hereafter know as The Subject)

2) Did he go to Blackthorne?

3) Do any Blackthorne Boys we know, know him?

4) Is The Subject in a possible clandestine relationship with Operative McHenry that she doesn't know about?

5) Is The Subject hot? Because, if he is in a relationship with Operative McHenry that she doesn't know of, he has to at least be hot, especially when she's engaged to be married.

People That May Know About The Subject (AKA The Suspects):

Jonas Jones

Grant (Last Name Still Unknown)

Note made by Operative Baxter: Remember to get Liz to hack into the CIA files again.

Zachary Goode

Joseph Solomon

Operatives Assigned to Suspects:

Jonas Jones – Operative Sutton

Grant – Operative Baxter

Zachary Goode – Operative McHenry

Joseph Solomon – Operative Morgan

Cammie nodded, now satisfied with the report they had drawn up. Macey had complained a lot about getting assigned Zach, but no one else wanted Solomon. And Cammie wasn't taking both. That would have left her with a headache for days. Besides, the whole thing between her and Zach – yeah, that had been nonexistent ever since they entered the CIA. There was absolutely nothing going on between them. They were just two twenty-year-olds that occasionally worked together on missions. She didn't care if Macey said she saw him looking at her when he was in the room. Macey was obviously delusional.

But that wasn't the problem at the moment. She shut the notebook she had been writing in and turned to the other three girls in the room. None of them had changed very much, except in the makeup variety, and how many weapons they concealed on their person. Liz was still ridiculously small and blonde; Macey was still gorgeous; and Bex was still... Bex.

"You ready girls?" she asked.

Bex moved out of her Yoga stances, a smile playing on her face. Her mouth opened, but Cammie cut her off, "And don't say you were born ready."

The smile fell off. "Cammie, you're no fun," Bex pouted.

Liz shut her laptop close, and jumped off the chair she was sitting in. "Let's go!"

The Operatives proceeded to engage The Suspects in polite conversation, while sneakily bringing Nick up.

Liz found Jonas in the coffee room, typing rapidly on his computer. She frowned, wondering what he was working on. He wasn't trying to hack something without her, was he? Silently, she snuck up behind his computer. Oh, he was just going through his emails.

"Hey, Liz," said Jonas, without even looking up.

Liz cursed the fact that all spies knew when someone entered the room. But, instead of voicing that thought, she slid into the chair next to his. "Hey, Joe. Got any new missions?" she asked.

Jonas shook his head 'negative.' "No, you?"

She also shook her head. "Ever since the big information gathering one last week? No."

Jonas sighed. "And yet, no matter how much info we gather, we can't seem to bring the Circle down."

"We're getting closer," said Liz. But not by much, she added in her head.

"So, what are you working on at the moment?" asked Jonas, abandoning his laptop for the moment.

"Oh, you know. Something special with the girls," she said, waving her hand around dismissively. "We keep getting nicks, you know, so we want to find out what these nicks are."

Liz raptly looked at his facial features. He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed again, and eyes slightly blank. "Uh, okay," said Jonas. "Well, good luck with that."

"Oh thanks. But, you wouldn't happen to know anything about these nicks, would you?" she asked, a bright smile appearing on his face.

"Not that I know of," said Jonas slowly.

"Oh, okay then!" Liz's bright smile grew even wider. "I'll just leave you to it then." Then, she flounced out of the room, leaving Jonas sitting there, having no clue he was just interrogated.

A thought struck him: she hadn't even grabbed coffee. Liz loved coffee. Frowning, he shut his laptop close. He needed to have a chat with Grant, and better yet, Zach.

The Operatives deduced that Suspect Number One had become very good at lying to Operative Sutton, was covering for The Subject, or actually had no clue what Operative Sutton was talking about. The Operatives begin to wonder if they should have just asked outright.

Bex strolled into the CIA's training room, earning a few fearful glances. Her smile that had slipped off in the unofficial girls' meeting room slipped right back on. But she wasn't there to put the fear of the Brits in them; she was there for an Interrogation (though, she was slightly disappointed that this Interrogation didn't involve tying someone up to a chair with duct tape).

Her eyes pinpointed a figure at the punching bags. She nodded to herself and mumbled, "Showtime."

Grant looked up from his position, when Bex gave a small punch to the punching bag. "Hey, Bex," he greeted.

"Hey, Grant. How're things?"

"Since I talked to you about an hour ago?" Grant asked, smirking.

Bex reminded herself to ask Cammie if they could go back and reevaluate Operation: Smirking. It could lead to potentially less irritated girls. Girls as in girls that had to deal with boys like Grant and Zach.

But that wasn't her mission for the moment. "What, I can't check up on my favorite punching bag?" she laughed.

"This, you mean?" Grant gestured to the punching bag in front of him.

Bex rolled her eyes. "No, you, smart one."

"Oh." Grant frowned. "That's no fun."

Bex sighed, wondering again why she was dating him. Her fist flew out to the punching bag (the inanimate one), which she began to beat methodically. "So, the girls and I are working on something again," she said casually.

"Yeah? You need help?"

Good, his curiosity was peaked.

"Well, we keep getting involved with these nicks that we don't really know how to get rid of, so we're trying to find out what these nicks involve exactly. But it isn't working out." Bex stopped her fists, and turned to Grant, eyes wide. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about these nicks would you?"

Grant blinked. "Erm, no?"

"Are you absolutely sure about that answer? Because it sounds more like a question to me."

"Yes?"

"That still sounds like a question." Bex's eyes narrowed. "Are you hiding something?"

"What, no!" Grant's head whipped around, eyes darting over the other people in the room, but they seemed to be trying to ignore him and Bex as much as possible. "Uh, oh, look! Jimmy needs a spotter! Talk to you later Bex!"

And before Zachary Goode could even pull out his famous punch line, he vanished, leaving Bex extremely suspicious.

The Operatives deduced that Suspect Number Two was either extremely scared of Operative Baxter, or he was in fact hiding something.

Being one of the only girls on the team that had actually grown up with boys, Macey knew that they had no appreciation of subtlety outside the field. So, she was going to do this the easy way: the direct way.

Macey strutted into Zach's office, game face on. "Zach," she said loudly, drawing his attention from the report he was drawing up. She glanced down at it briefly. "Hey, weren't you supposed to hand that in yesterday?"

Zach shrugged. "The Director gave me and Grant an extra day due to the recovery."

Macey nodded. "Anyway, that's not what I'm here to talk to you about.

Zach arched an eyebrow, letting the paper fall onto his desk. A smirk began to form. "What are you here to talk about?"

"Did you know anyone by the name Nick from Blackthorne?"

He shook his head. "No. Why?"

Suspect Number Three is extremely good at lying. The Operatives realized that they can't take his word into account fully.

Macey shrugged. "No reason. Just wondered." She made to leave, but was stopped by Zach's question. "Cammie, Liz and Baxter are working on this with you?"

Macey turned her head around, a strange plan forming in her mind. "No. Cammie's not." And then she left.

She turned into her office, and grabbed a piece of paper to work on.

Operation: Get Cameron Morgan and Zachary Goode Back Together

Cammie walked into the unofficial meeting room that the boys had claimed, after finding Solomon's office empty. "Hey, Director," she greeted.

In there, drinking coffee was indeed Joseph Solomon. He raised an eyebrow. "Agent Morgan. Are you here to request another mission? Or is it something more trivial then that?"

Cammie knew she wasn't going to be able to A) lie to him B) have a sneaky conversation with him or C) get information without directly asking. So, she said, "The girls and I are working on something. We wanted your input."

Solomon waited patiently. But before Cammie could open her mouth, the door slammed open, and in walked Zach, Grant, and Jonas.

Operative Morgan realized that she may have been compromised. She needed to get out. Now.

The three stopped walking when they saw who was in there. Grant mumbled a curse in Swahili. "Boys." Solomon nodded at each in turn. "Don't let us interrupt."

Cammie cast a look to the door as it closed. Well, she couldn't just leave, that would look suspicious. She would just have to hide in plain sight.

"You need to leave," Zach nodded at Cammie.

Cammie arched an eyebrow, all thoughts of leaving disappearing. "This isn't your room. I have perfect rights to stay here, don't I, Solomon?" she said. "After all, last time I checked, I have the higher clearance this time around." To prove her point, she threw herself down on one of the chairs, and kicked her feet up onto the table. "Like the Director said, don't let us interrupt."

Zach scowled at her, as Jonas leaned into his ear to whisper something. He nodded, and they all took seats.

"Well, Agent Morgan, gentleman, I think I'll be taking my leave." Solomon gave a wave. They all gave their respects as he left, the door closing with a resounding click.

"So, what's so big that you need me out of here?" Cammie asked once Solomon was gone.

"Grant's mad that Bex didn't want to... err... have fun in her office," said Jonas, looking down at the desk.

Cammie decided he was lying. "I see. Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" she stole Liz's bright smile, and snapped it on her face.

The three boys watched her warily, as she pulled out a piece of paper and began to write on it.

Operation: Get Grant Laid

Written by Operatives Cameron Morgan, Jonas Jones, Zachary Goode and Grant (hereafter known by The Operatives)

And that is how Cammie found herself in a conspiracy with three boys that were lying to her, while she was lying to them. Really, couldn't they just tell her who Nick was? If he existed at all?

Her head was staring to hurt...

Liz looked up when Bex and Macey burst into the room at the same time, determination etched into their faces. Liz's heart sank; whatever was about to happen couldn't be good.

"Grant is hiding something from me," Bex declared, taking the lead and flopping into a chair.

Liz nodded and turned calmly to see what Macey had to say. She simply slapped down a piece of paper.

Operation: Get Cameron Morgan and Zachary Goode Back Together

Written by Operatives Macey McHenry, Elizabeth Sutton and Rebecca Baxter (hereafter known by The Operatives)

Possible Plans of Action:

A) Lock them in a closet together.

Pro: Closets are excellent places for two people with loads of sexual tension to make out.

Con: The two in question that The Operatives want to shove in a closet can pick the lock.

B) Get them drunk.

Pro: Drinking helps get rid of inhibitions

Con: The Operatives are uncertain if these inhibitions include not sleeping with the other

C) Think of new plans or get some help.

Well, Liz was bored. She didn't see any problem with helping. Or helping Bex's problem.

Operation: Find Out What Grant is Hiding from Bex

Written by Operatives Rebecca Baxter, Macey McHenry and Elizabeth Sutton

Possible Things Grant is Hiding:

1) His last name.

Operative Liz hacked into the CIA files again, but there was still no last name listed. She also hacked into Blackthorne, but there was no sign of him there either.

2) A second girlfriend.

3) He's in fact gay.

Bex scowled at the last one. "It better not be that, because if he is and has been dating me this whole time, I will destroy him."

Liz and Macey regarded her warily. "Right," said Macey. "Let's get to work."

When they were about to exit the room, the door opened again, revealing Grant and Jonas, both with large scowls on their faces. "They kicked us out!" he exclaimed, flopping down into a chair next to Bex.

"Who did?" Liz asked.

"Cammie and Zach," said Jonas.

"What?" said Macey sharply. "What are they doing?"

"Chess." Grant sighed when he saw the quizzical looks he was receiving from about everyone in the room. "They have this thing going on where they have to be better than each other at everything. You know how they keep climbing up clearance levels? That's because they're trying to get to the highest before each other. And then there's chess night at my house, but Cammie apparently can't come –"

"Wait, you've been having meetings without us?" Bex interrupted.

"Uh, she said she would do it at Zach's, but they needed a judge, to make sure neither of them cheated. Except they kicked me out because apparently I was annoying."

"This is prime evidence," hissed Macey to the girls.

"Evidence of what?" asked Jonas.

She shoved the paper at him. Jonas blinked. "Evidence of Grant hiding something?"

"Huh?" Grant said, as Macey said, "Oops, wrong paper." She gave Jonas the other one.

Jonas nodded his head. "Oh, prime evidence to get them together."

Grant seemed to shake off the fact that Bex thought he was hiding something for some odd reason and said, "Oh, cool! I want in on getting them together!"

The other girls looked at each other, exchanging a silent conversation. "Works for us," said Bex.

Operation: Get Cameron Morgan and Zachary Goode Back Together Redux

Written by Operatives Macey McHenry, Elizabeth Sutton, Rebecca Baxter, Jonas Jones and Grant [CENSORED] (hereafter known by The Operatives)

Plan of Action:

Lock them in a closet, nail closet shut, and get rid of lock.

It seemed like a good plan at the time. Really.

The five operatives found the two still playing chess. At that moment, Cammie was winning; but Zach had his trademark smirk on, which meant anything could happen. Cammie's eyes darted to them, while Zach lazily moved the queen a space over. She looked back to the board, eyes zoning in on his last move. Zach took this time to look up.

"Hey, guys. Need something?"

The five glanced at each other. And then they swept in. Grant and Jonas grabbed Zach. His eyes widened in shock, and he began struggling immediately.

"Ow! Effing hell, that hurt!" Grant swore, glad that he had weight and muscle on Zach, not to mention Jonas on his side. The man fought dirty. Grant winced slightly at the thought of Liz and Jonas's fights when they tag teamed.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Zach hissed, as he tried to kick them again. His head whipped around to ask one of the girls – well, Cammie really – but they were otherwise occupied. Liz had a tight grip on Cammie's hair, Bex, a lock on her neck and Macey was surveying them in approval, beating off Cammie's kicks with ease.

"Liz. Let go of my hair," Cammie said in a strangled voice.

"Oops, sorry, Cams." Liz loosened her hold but didn't let go. Contrarily, Bex just tightened her hold.

"Are you guys trying to kill us?" spluttered Cammie.

"No, we're doing this for your own good," Macey reassured her. "Alright, guys, let's get going!"

So, with lots of hair tugging, and knee kicking, and painful raps to the head, Cammie and Zach were unceremoniously thrown into a closet together.

"Have fun!" called Bex, after the closet had been secure.

The Operatives quickly left, knowing they did not want to be anywhere near the two when they finally managed to escape.

Cammie rammed her shoulder into the door again, but it didn't budge. Zach sent a kick its way with the same results. Eyeing it thoughtfully, Cammie asked, "Got a flamethrower on you?"

Zach blinked at her. She sighed. "Guess not."

Zach regarded her for a moment, not taking his eyes off her, even as she sat down on the floor. "So, what do you think they're motive is here?" Cammie asked.

"Question is what do you think it is?"

Cammie glanced at him exasperatedly. "For once, can't you speak in English?"

"Sorry, did I slip into Portuguese?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

"I'm not a figurative kind of guy."

She scowled at him. "Yeah, then what's with the cryptic remarks? I thought we left that behind in school."

Zach shrugged, and slid down onto the floor next to her. Cammie sighed again, realizing she wasn't getting out of there soon. She pushed down her first moment of panic at finding out she was stuck in a closet with Zach freaking Goode. If only they had been stuck in the weapons closet...

Okay, that was it. They needed to get out immediately. First step: figure out the motivations of her crazy friends.

"So, why are people usually shoved into closets?" Cammie mused aloud.

"Sex."

Cammie shifted at the casual answer, somehow managing to keep the blush off her face. "Oh," she said, voice weak even to her ears. Damn it! She was an agent, cleared for Level 5, a CIA legacy, not a school girl!

"Uh. Not that our friends wanted that..."

Did Zach sound unsure? Did Zachary Goode, top agent sound unsure about something?

Damn, why didn't she have a tape recorder?

"Of course they didn't want that." Cammie nodded calmly. "They knew we broke up." She paused, forehead creasing, eyes glazing over slightly, as if she was trying to remember something. "Why did we again?"

"Circle of Cavan."

"Right." She paused again. "But they're out to kill us anyway."

Zach frowned. "Don't look at me, you broke it off."

"You were smirking at me before I did. I think that's what did it."

"What, because I was smirking?" Zach asked, irritation hidden well.

"Yes."

"I'm not smirking now."

Cammie glanced at him. Huh. She guessed he wasn't.

The Operatives decided to go back ten minutes afterwards to see if progress had been made.

"I don't hear anything!" Bex hissed.

"Chance of kissing?" Macey whispered to Liz and Jonas.

Liz frowned. "Um. Ten to one, maybe? I'm not sure. I've never calculated possibility of closets hooking people up."

"Maybe we should try locking you and Jonas in the closet next," Grant muttered, scratching his chin.

Liz blushed deeply, missing Jonas's glare sent to Grant. Grant just ignored it, going closer to the door. His eyes widened. "That sounds interesting," he mumbled.

The others gave him a dirty look. Then they heard: "Now!"

The door collapsed on top of Grant. Zach and Cammie fell onto it, hair rumpled, and lips swollen, but looking altogether triumphant. They straightened up, fixing their hair and clothes. Slowly, and deliberately, they walked across the door, earning delight in hearing Grant's moans of pain.

They exchanged glances, evil smirks on their faces.

The would-be victims of their evilness high tailed it out of there; when Zach and Cammie teamed up nothing good came out of it. They were the epitome of spy evilness.

The menacing duo frowned after them. "Cowards," Zach snorted.

Cammie rolled her eyes. "And this all happened because we just wanted to know who Nick was."

"Nick?"

"So there really isn't a 'Nick?'" Cammie asked.

"Who are you even talking about?" Zach countered.

Cammie patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about it," she suggested. "Let's just go finish our chess game."

Zach stared at her for a minute, before shrugging. "I'm going to win," he said.

"Oh, you wish."

Operation Conclusions

One: Nick, whoever the hell he was, did not exist. Either that or he was very sneaky. But most likely, he did not exist.

Two: There was no need to get Grant laid.

Three: Because, apparently, he was hiding an engagement ring.

Note by Operative Baxter: It's about freaking time.

Four: After two months of prodding 'Operation Get Cameron Morgan and Zachary Goode Together' was officially a success.

Note: Used to have its own story slot, then I moved it to here, since Passageways to a Night in Hell was so widely received and OGW wasn't as much. Not to mention, the amount of stories was bugging me. This particular one, though, was a tad out of control. I think I finally figured out where Nick comes from: Heist Society. Yeaah!

Wow, I'm pretty slow. Hope you enjoyed!