There were forty-five minutes left until Cammie needed to meet Zach at his apartment, and her luggage was all piled up at the door. She was so tired; she had stayed up until 11:21p.m. last night assessing the whole mission file Zach gave her, and then it took Cammie another two hours to sort through all her things and just pack the necessities. Turns out, she had four bulging traveling suitcases full of 'necessities.'

Cammie calls the front desk and asks if she could borrow a luggage cart, which was mainly used for new people moving into the apartment building, or, for that matter, people moving out. An employee knocks on the door a few minutes later with a red-and-gold luggage cart. "Thanks," she replies, "I can handle it from here."

She wheels the cart into her apartment and loads all four of her heavy suitcases onto the velvet platform. Then she takes the mission file from her counter and sticks it into the travel-on bag for the airplane, which was actually just an oversized navy hobo tote bag. On her way out the door, she grabs her cellphone and checks her outfit again in the mirror.

Today, Cammie wore a gray-and-white striped long-sleeve V-neck shirt with a navy tank top underneath it. She also had on a destroyed miniskirt from Hollister and tall grey Ugg boots with it. Her large silver hoop earrings matched the dozens of silver necklaces of varying lengths that dangled from her neck. She pulls the luggage cart into the hallway and locked the door behind her.

After she rode down the elevator and quickly hailed a cab at the street, she shoved her suitcases in the back seat and handed the luggage cart to the apartment employee who had followed her outside to help. Cammie slides into the backseat and gives the taxi driver the name of Zach's apartment building. She relaxes against the germy leather seat and glances longingly at her carry-on bag with the file in it. From being so tired last night after staying up so late to read over the file and having to pack simultaneously whenever she thought of something she would need, Cammie could hardly remember any of it.

The only thing she remembered about it was the mission itself: the Operatives, which would be her and Zach, had to retrieve a disk with the information of a new type of nuclear weapon. The disk had been stolen from the Pentagon almost a whole week ago, but the government didn't go public about so as to not bring everybody to a state of panic. If the disk got into the wrong hands, it could very much lead to World War III, and could possibly turn several countries into desert wastelands from all the destruction. The important part that Cammie had completely forgotten about was her cover. But she was sure she'd have enough time to go over that once they get on the plane, or the hotel, or somewhere private.

"I am a spy in the house of me.
I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me.
I am somewhat nonplussed by the event that is my life."
- Carrie Fisher

By the time the taxi pulled up to Zach's apartment building, Cammie's phone started belting out Shut It Down by Pitbull featuring Akon. She glanced sheepishly at the taxi driver and as she digs in her carry-on bag for her cellphone. The driver simply taps the meter, signaling it was still running. Cammie nods at him and looks at the screen. It was an unknown number, but she presses the Talk button anyway, answering, "Hello?"

"Gallagher girl, stay in the taxi. I'm on my way down right now," Zach says immediately after she picked up.

"Uh, okay."

Zach hangs up on her and Cammie tosses her cellphone into her bag again. She was getting used to his bizarre phone conversations. Or, almost. In barely 35 seconds later, Zach walked out of the apartment building with two smaller suitcases in tow. A messenger bag carry-on was strapped across his torso, pulling his shirt tight against his body. Cammie has to look away so she wouldn't be transfixed.

The door opens and Zach sits next to her, putting his suitcases on the floor. When he shuts the door, his eyes widen at Cammie's pile of luggage. "I thought I said to only bring the necessities!" he exclaims.

"These are the necessities."

The taxi driver cleared his throat and looked at them with an exasperated expression on his face. "Where to?" he asks, again tapping the meter as a warning.

"The nearest airport," Zach replies. He looks at Cammie's pile of luggage once again and shakes his head.

"What?!"

"Nothing." He smirks and turns to look out for the window. An uncomfortable silence falls over them and Cammie busies herself by silently quizzing herself on what she remembers about what her cover was supposed to be. But the only thing she could remember was that she and Zach were posing as two rich businesspeople. And other than that… it was all blank.

The taxi pulls up to the LaGuardia airport and Cammie opens up her hobo bag to get her wallet out to pay; she was the one, after all, who had hailed the taxi in the first place. But Zach's hand reaches out and touches the inside of her wrist, stopping her. "I got it covered," he says, handing a ten dollar bill to the taxi driver. "Keep the change."

Zach gets out of the taxi and takes his luggage out to make room for Cammie. She gets out and slides her four suitcases across the seat. She picks up two of them and looks around for an airport attendant with a luggage cart. "I got it," Zach excuses, wrapping his big hands around the handles of her two remaining suitcases. He was now carrying his messenger bag on his shoulder, his two suitcases in his left hand, and her two suitcases in his right hand.

"Are you sure?" Cammie asks, slamming the taxi door so the cab could drive off. Zach doesn't answer, he just keeps walking towards the airport. Cammie follows him into the airport and past the ticket lines to the security gates. They pile their luggage on the conveyor belt to pass through the security check. Zach and Cammie, meanwhile, walk through the metal detector and pass without a beep. They collect their luggage on the other side and walk through the rest of the airport.

"What time is our flight?" Cammie asks.

"Our plane should be leaving in five minutes."

"Only five minutes?!"

"Calm down, we'll get there in time," Zach replies. They abandon their luggage on the conveyor belt that whisked them away to be loaded onto the plane, and they walk towards the separate terminals. He leads her into the fifth terminal and board the plane, after they had handed their tickets to the flight attendant at the door. They walk down the aisle of first class and Zach motions toward an empty row.

Cammie slides into the window seat and Zach sits next to her, getting the aisle seat. She holds her carry-on in her lap, and Zach puts his in the compartment above their heads. She reaches in and pulls out the manila folder of the mission files. Zach's eyes bug out and he closes his hand entirely around her wrist. "Put that away," he hisses.

"But I need to reread--"

"You can read in the hotel. Now put it away," he replies, glancing around their seats to see if anyone had been watching. Cammie slides the manila folder back into her bag and looks around, too. But there were only elderly people all around them. The old men were already asleep, and the old ladies were complaining about seat cushions to the flight attendants. She didn't know why Zach was being so overly-precautious.

The pilot's voice sounded over the speakers telling them all to put on their seatbelts for takeoff. Cammie and Zach buckle their seatbelts at the exact same time, and their knuckles brush against each other. But Cammie was too frustrated about him not letting her read her cover, which she needs to know, to care. The airplane takes off, and the same stomach-dropping feeling overcomes her as they rise up into the sky.

Cammie curls her feet up into her seat and she adjusts her miniskirt. She peers out the window and watches as the New York skyscrapers pass below them. Eventually, the plane was lifted higher and higher into the clouds, and the white water vapor zooms past them. Every now and then there would be a sliver of Earth showing below them through the clouds, but other than that, all was a creamy white color.

Her eyes flutter closed, her forehead still pressed to the cool glass window. She might actually have a chance to catch up on the sleep she didn't get last night. But as the plane hits some turbulence, the plane jolts and Cammie smacks her forehead against the window, waking her up. She rubs her forehead and sits up. She tries to recline her seat back, but it won't budge.

At the same time, a flight attendant was walking down the aisle and noticed Cammie's struggle. "Oh, sorry, Miss, but we've been having some trouble reclining those two seats. We think they're broken, but they should be fixed by your return trip," she says graciously and continues on down the aisle and through the curtain to second class.

Cammie scowls at her seat and rests her head against the headrest, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to get an ounce of sleep sitting straight up. "Cammie?" Zach's voice surprises her, making her flinch. "You can sleep against my shoulder, or in my lap, if you want. It doesn't matter to me."

She looks at him warily, seeing if he was trying to hit on her or something. But she saw nothing but honest sincerity in his dazzling emerald eyes. Cammie gives him a small, meek smile. "Thanks." She shifts her bent legs, the smooth fabric from her Uggs rubbing against the back of her thighs.

Cammie slowly leans against Zach's shoulder, a little nervous. But at least she would be getting some sleep soon. She closes her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep as soon as possible. Zach's shoulder shifts underneath her head as he lifts his arm and puts it around her waist. Cammie relaxes against his chest, which was a lot more comfortable than his shoulder. She curls herself closer to Zach, and falls asleep to the smell of his spicy cologne: a mix of mandarin, black plum, and sandalwood.

"I have always loved truth so passionately that
I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it
to the minds of those ignorant to its charms."
- Giacomo Casanova

(Author's Note: Haha, cuuute. I can't wait to describe what's going to happen where they're going. Btw, Zach's cologne? I was describing the Balboa cologne from Hollister. Lol. It smells sooo good!)