AYOOO PEOPLES! Thanks for all the reviews, loves ya very much! Loads of peeps having been saying that they're 'really excited for the Zammie!' and I say…goode because it's (hopefully) gonna be goode! And speaking of goode things the spy book I'm writing is coming along nicely and soon it shall be published and I WILL DOMINATE THE WORLDDDDD! Err, sos about that, I dunno but I feel like I'm in a random mood…lols.

Anyways, enjoy and LOVE THE ZAMMIE!

The Goode Family: Paris: Part 1

Cammie and Zach aged…adults. Zach's POV

Cammie and I were sat in a little french café. (A/N:see oxoxGallagherGirloxox, there's a french café and its named after the café I made up in french class!)

We were both in disguises. Cammie wore a platinum blonde wig while I was stuck with an afro.

I scratched my head. "Baby, it's itchy!" I moaned.

She patted my hand. "Awrh…I don't care. Now shush, we're here on a mission."

"Don't 'shush' me" I crossed my arms and stuck out my tongue.

"Stop being so childish, you remind me of Morgan!" she paused and then stuck her tongue out. I chucked but stopped when the very person we were waiting for came into the café. He was tall, about my height with brown hair and blue eyes. A lot of girls at work commented on how 'hot' and 'gorgeous' he was but they were immediately reminded that he carried dangerous information about them…that shut them right up!

The swaggered in, a smirk plastered on his face. I sighed, smirk stealer! He walked up to the counter and ordered a coffee, while waiting he dared to look at Cammie. She smiled politely and he winked. I took that as my opportunity to grab her hand.

She narrowed her eyes. "What's that for?"

"What's with all the looky-looks?"

"What?" she scrunched up her face."I don't get you"

"I love it when you scrunch up your face; you get this cute wriggly line across your forehead"

"Aww, thanks." She smiled and I felt like she was mine again. It's not like Cammie's a flirt but nowadays more people (mostly men) seem to notice her…and I don't like it. We talked some more but always kept our voices low, unfortunately the guy who we were trailing chose to sit right at the back, out of earshot.

Cammie sighed. "This isn't working, switch to plan B?"

"No way Cammie, you know how I feel about plan B!"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Plan B or Plan Absolute And Utter Crap, is 1 word, and 12 letters…honey-potting. I don't see why girls think that honey-potting is always the other possible solution on getting information. I mean yes, it can be effective but seriously, not all guys are that easy.

Cammie shifted in her seat. "Okay, can we leave now?"

I kissed her knuckles. "Yep." I grabbed my bag and coat and left the café first with Cammie behind me…or so I thought.

Cammie's quick little POV

I saw Zach leave the shop and I used this as my opportunity to honey-pot. I stood up and accidently (it was totally on purpose) dropped my bag.

He was there as quick as a flash. "Do you need any help?"

I looked up at him. "Oh yes please." He helped pick up everything a normal woman should have in her bag. Lipstick (that becomes a lazar), purse (the opens to become a mini-laptop), pen (that has been recording everything for the last 2 hours), more lipstick (okay, these two are normal!) and my phone.

"Thank-you" I flashed him a dazzling smile and collected my coat.

"No problem. Are you busy tomorrow night?"

Wow, he must be more desperate than I thought!

"Tomorrow night?" I pretended to think about it when in reality a night with him would be perfect…for spying reasons of course!

"I'm free"

"Good" he took out a gold invitation and handed it to me. "It's a masquerade ball, I look forward to seeing you there" he winked, walked past and out the door. I hurried up and walked out. Zach was no-where to be seen.

Zach's POV

I was laying down watching french television when the door opened. Cammie walked in, dumper her stuff on the table and sat on the bed next to me.

"Where'd you go?" she asked. I could tell she was pissed off with me but how I could I help it? I saw her honey-potting him (and the whole time he was staring at her cleavage!)

"Where are we now?" I replied.

"I know, but why'd you leave?" were we really going to have this conversation?

"Gallagher Girl, I'm not stupid, I saw you with that guy." I switched the TV off and looked at her.

"And? You didn't have to leave?"

"I did though; it hurts to see people look at you like that you know." She sighed and came closer to me. "I know you had to do it though."

"Yes I did." She kissed me. "Did you pack the dress?"

"Uh-huh"

"And your tux?"

"Yeah…" I turned and saw her beautiful smiling face gazing at me.

"Good because," she whipped out two gold and shiny invitations, "good because I think we're going to need them."

I laughed. "How did you get those? I thought he only gave you one, for yourself?"

"When we he was walking out I took another one, no biggie"

I smiled and kissed her. "Come on, we better tell sir that its mission accomplished!"

"Yes, I will have the upmost pleasure of telling him that the only reason we got in was because of honey-potting and a trick I learned from my old pal Katarina". (A/N: does anyone know who that is? I thought that I might put her in because she's a thief and she might have sold Cammie a few of her tricks!)

"Whatever Gallagher Girl." I picked up my coat and keys.

"Whatever Blackthorne Boy, oh and speaking of Gallagher, how do you think Morgan is?"

"She's fine, trust me, okay?" I didn't wait for an answer; I just leaned down kissed Cammie and smirked. She shook her head. I led her out the hotel and held her hand as we walked down the rainy streets of Paris.

Hey, have you guess been craving Zammie? Well, hopefully I just cured your want/need. The second part will be up tomorrow and I hope you enjoy it as much as I hope you enjoy this!

-cammieXzachxx