CHAPTER 2

Cammie POV

I jumped up and down in my seat, so happy I could fly, which was what we were about to do for the next 9 hours. I looked over at Zach who was observing me, looking amused.

"What?" I snapped, wondering WHY he thought I was so funny.

"You know people aren't usually that excited to go life-threatening missions," he said, smirking.

"Well, I'm not 'people' per say," I replied sliding off my sunglasses and smirked back. He just laughed, but was it just me or did his eyes look… glazed? Imagination it is then.

"Now, where's my cover?" I said, eyes bright. He rolled his eyes and passed me a manila folder, and I felt like a child on Christmas morning, I swear I could FEEL Zach smirking to the back of my head.

NAME: Leanne Howards

COUNTRY: US but also has Italian residence

OCCUPATION: none

BACKROUND: Born to a rich family, grown up in New York; currently dating Daniel Nathans, a manager of many successful businesses; suspected to be a messenger between terrorist groups

I sighed. Perfect. I grabbed Zach's file, and sure enough he was my 'boyfriend' Daniel Nathans, an equally rich guy who was also a messenger. I leaned back in my seat as the plane took flight and looked to the boy on my right.

"So who else is coming? Assuming that there are others of course," I asked, hoping that a certain pair of former Gallagher Girls were involved.

"Um…" Zach scrunched up him forehead trying to remember, I thought it was cute, but I would NEVER tell him that. "A Baxter chick, A McHenry person and two of my buds," he finished.

"Yes!" I screamed punching the air. Everyone with 5 metres turned around and stared. I knew I better make something up quick, before people started to wonder.

"You mean we get to go shopping there?" I said loudly, looking excited while winking at Zach. Everyone looked away again, think 'typical girls.' Zach just looked amused. And he looked at me if I was mentally disabled or something.

"So um, you guys, know each other?" he asked smirking.

"Well, duh, I lived with them for like 5 years," I said, bouncing up and down again. Zach looked like he wanted to say something but then he changed his mind and just shook his head. Good, because if he said something about me, it'll probably be his last.

I tried to sleep on the plane but then I kind of didn't want to in case… But when I felt my eyelids get droopy I knew somethings couldn't be helped.

Zach POV

I watched Cammie sleeping by my side and wondered if I ever saw anything as cute and innocent as the person next to me. Of course I wouldn't tell her that, I liked my face the way it was thank you very much. But as I watched her, I notice her face tense, and watched as she mumbled something unintelligible and she started to toss and thrash. I took her by the shoulders and shook her a bit. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked dazed for a bit but then her face darkened and turned away.

"Um…" I started, not sure what to make of that scene, "what…." Was all I could manage. Cammie didn't turn around, she didn't move.

"Just forget it okay?" she said finally her voice uneven and sad. I didn't say anything. I just studied my 'girlfriend' and realized that Gallagher Girls had troubled pasts too.

…

We walked out of the Venice Airport and I watched as Cammie looked around in wonder. I had been to Venice tons before so I was almost used to the beautiful structure and wonderful views.

"So never been to Venice before huh?" I asked, trying to make conversation. She suddenly stopped. She tensed and looked away.

"No, it's my cover Zach," she answered, her voice stiff. I wondered if I offended her or something. I watched as she looked around like an amazed tourist. I had to say, she was most definitely a pavement artist. A very pretty pavement artist. A very smart and pretty pavement artist. A very….

"Zach?" she said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" Hoping I hadn't drooled before, that would have been embarrassing.

"Where are we staying?" she asked, looking around and at the piece of paper in my hand which I had forgotten during my Cammie daydream.

"12 Forrie St," I replied and headed towards a black car parked at the side of the road. I pulled out a key ring and grinned.

"Let's hit the road."