AN: Sorry for that little wait, I had a little trouble wrting this Chapter. And when I had good time to write it, I got distracted by the Chicago Blackhawks beating the Anahiem Ducks and the St. Louis Blues. It made me happy:D. So, sorry again, but I must say, I had very good reason(:

Little Miss Sarcastic Tomboy: Thank you so much for telling me, I totally forgot about the whole pay-before/after thingy, that was all my parents. And I will remember "Cue" from now on, thanks so much again!(:

GoodetoKnow: Hahah, yeah it was a bit cruel, but it has to be done. Don't worry, everything will be okay for Zammie. Or will it? I guess you'll have to read to find out! Thanks!(:

Ezzy307: Thank you! I try to keep them in Character, but it is a lot harder than it looks. And my parents actually kind of did that escargot thing to me on my cruise, so I knew I had to put it in. Thanks again!(:

GenuineQT: Thank you so much! It means so much for me to have you say that! Thanks again!(:

And last but not least... Who'sThatChick: Not that was some dramatic music. Thank you so much! I love your evil-sick-person laugh, it made me laugh (but only normally). I agree, Dr. Pepper needs to be advertised a lot:D. And we have been going out for just over a year.(: And our Pillow Pets should totally be friends, mine is my partner in crime too!:P Her name is Bobett, and she is a mini puple and pink unicorn!:D Hahaha, I am so going to use the stick it in you sippy cup and suck it at school too! So, an approperate song by Drake or Eminem... never heard one:P I guess Best I Ever Had by Drake is pick-me-up, but not that approperate. (clean version is actually better kind of approperate). But if I find a good one, I'll let you know. So, read, and you'll find out what happens with Zammie!:D Thanks again!(:

I hate being lied to. In fact, I absolutely loathe it. Don't get me wrong, I know that being a spy means; lying on a regular basis. But not like this. You don't lie about something like this.

All this time, he was lying to me. Lying like I was just about as worthless to him as a rag doll. And it really hurt me.

As much as I would love to say that I felt nothing for that cocky bastard, I can't. He may have annoyed the crap out of me most of the time, but sometimes he was so sweet. So sweet, in fact, that it felt like my heart was going to melt at any second.

But that doesn't matter now. He strung me along, like a toy. He got me to feel sorrow for him, and what happened with his father. He honey-potted me into telling him about my most prized possession, the lullaby.

Zachary Goode convinced me he felt that pain of losing a father as well. But his mother was the one responsible for it. He knew that she had been the leader, but he didn't even bother telling me. That was almost as horrible as lying.

I have never in my life glared at someone with so much hatred. The others were shocked, looking between the two of us; me looking pretty darn pissed and Zach looking desperate to find a way to explain.

My teeth were clenched, my hands balled into fists, and my eyes narrowed, "That bitch is your mother?" I nearly growled, something you don't see much from me.

Zach rushed to stop me, "Don't call her that-"

"What? A bitch? I will call her that, because that is exactly what she is."

"No! You can call her that all you want," he said, with no traces of lying at all.

"Then what the hell don't you want me to call her?" I folded my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating.

"My mother," he said, not making eye contact with me, but rather, with the ground.

"You just called her that, dumbass," I said, stating the obvious.

"Listen, Gallagher Girl," he began, struggling for words, "Can we talk… alone?" He sent pointed glances at my friends.

"No, Zachary," Bex said, stepping in front of me, "No way in hell are we letting you take her anywhere without us."

"Then, come with us, we shouldn't be talking here, someone could be listening." Zach said, with an annoyed sigh.

The girls shot pointed glances at me, so I spoke up. "Its fine, you guys. If he tries anything stupid, we can beat his sorry ass up, and make it look like suicide."

Bex grinned, Macey nodded and even Liz agreed, so we headed back up to mine and Zach's room. Oh god, remind me to never call it that again.

Let me be the first to tell you how freaking awkward the walk back to the suite was. But, covers had to be kept, so us girls talked to each other quietly, glancing up at the guys and giggling. No way was I standing next to Zachary. No way.

I really hope that the walls to this suite are sound proof. You would too, if you are any of the people that were occupying the rooms above, below or on the left of ours.

"What the hell, Zachary? You used us, all of us, this whole time? To what, exactly, just turn me over to your bitch-faced mother?" I yelled, after our sweep for bugs; we found none.

"Onto full name use, now are we Cameron?" Who the hell smirks in situations like these? If you guessed Zachary Goode, then you are unfortunately correct.

I glared. "Just answer the effing question!" I growled at the immature 'spy' who stood before me.

"C'mon, Gallagher Girl," he began.

"Don't call me that!" I yelled, angry.

Zachary didn't even show that he heard me, "Do you really think that I would have tried to get us out of there in the first place if I just wanted to turn you in?"

"Maybe you just needed to get us to think you are on our side!" I replied, although he did have a good point.

"Gallagher Girl, if I wanted to turn you in, you'd be tied to a chair by now."

"Yeah, that's real likely. Remember the first time we met?" I asked, reminding him of how you do not want to mess with me.

"Like I said, I didn't want to hurt my partner." I was surprised. No smirk, and in its place was this incredibly gorgeous lopsided grin.

It amazed me how he still made me smile (a small one), even through all the hatred I saw sending him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, in a small voice; much smaller than I would have liked.

"I don't think there are words to explain my hatred for my mother." Zach began, motioning for me to join him on the bed. At some point, the others had headed to their own rooms, leaving me and Zach alone in our suite.

"I was born into the Circle of Cavan, as you could put it. I grew up learning to be an assassin… a killer. I was young, and I was taught working for them was the best thing for me. I learned about how horrible the CIA was, and how we had to take them down."

"What happened?" I whispered, "What got you to change?"

"I never said I did." It almost sounded serious, but being a spy, I could hear the joking air in his voice.

"Zach!" I warned, smacking his arm, hard.

He smirked for a couple seconds, and then turned serious. "When you turn thirteen… you are forced into this… initiation type thing," he trailed off, as if memories had flooded into his thoughts.

I took these precious few moments to look at Zach, in a different way. He looked somewhat off. He seemed oddly innocent, as I could see a little fear in his eyes, probably from the memory playing in his mind.

I couldn't take the suspense any longer, "Zach," I murmured, as to not startle him.

He snapped out of his little trance, only to quickly look down… almost in shame.

"Zach, what is it?" I asked quietly.

"Nothing," he muttered, in a gruff voice.

"Please tell me… I have the right to know. They are coming after me…"

He looked up, and searched my eyes. "I was ten. My… brother," Zach chocked out, obviously bringing some bad memories back, "He was thirteen. They… they made him kill a man. I had no idea who it was, and at first I didn't really care. But, right before Austin shot him… he was pleading, about how he had a little baby girl that he would never know. Austin didn't even blink when he pulled the trigger,"

"Zach… I'm so sorry," I told him, an ache in my heart. He had to see that when he was ten? I can't even begin to imagine what he had to go through.

"Don't be," he muttered, "I got out after that, and I haven't seen my brother since, not that I want to."

"How?" I asked, "How did you get out?"

"I just ran; as fast as I could to get out of there. I was so shocked that they killed an innocent man; I just knew it wasn't right, even though I was raised to believe it was. Joe found me, the first night after I made it out."

"Solomon?" I questioned, in amazement. So that's how Zach knew him.

"Yeah, when I met him, I had no idea he was CIA, but I told him my story, and he helped get me into Blackthorne… start new."

"What is Blackthorne?" I inquired.

"Damn… did I really say that aloud?" he asked, with a smirk.

I giggled. Maybe it was like a little girl. Maybe it wasn't. But that's for me and Zach to know and for you to… well… not. "Yeah, you did."

"Hmm… I don't know if I can tell you…" he trailed off.

"Zach!" I complained, but with a small smile.

"It's classified," Was the response I got. Smirk? You betcha.

"C'mon, you can tell me, I'm good at keeping secrets," I told him in a sly voice.

Zach grinned; he seemed to be doing a lot more of that lately, "Well, Gallagher Girl, did you really think there wasn't a place like Gallagher, but for boys?"

I blushed, not because he was hot, but because I felt stupid, "Well… no…" I stammered, realizing how odd it was that none of my roommates had either.

"What are they teaching you at Gallagher?" Zach asked, with a smirk.

"Manner, much unlike your school," I shot back at him, and also to spy guys like Grant and Nick… immature.

"Yeah, Blackthorne really doesn't have a Madame Dabny," Zach replied.

"…I'm not even going to ask about how you knew about that," I told him, with a grin.

"Good," he said, adding a smirk of his own, "Because it's classified."

"Of course it is," I muttered.

Somehow, we had ended up lying down, me resting part on Zach's abs and part on the bed. It wasn't as weird as it was the first time we had slept in the same bed that night in the hotel.

I could feel him playing with my hair, not that I minded. "Can you… tell me about your brother?" I asked him, quietly hoping for an actual answer.

I felt him drop my strand of hair, and it was quiet for a minute and nine seconds. "Austin Alexander Goode was really my best friend as I grew up. He might have been three years older than me, but we were the only young kids who were always at the bases.

"We did almost everything together, target practice, sparing, we even shared room. Our…mother… wasn't around much, so we were all the family we had. Our dad had gotten out, to go to the CIA, I never understood why… until the day I ran away." Zach told me, in a hushed voice, like he was sharing a secret with me; or just something he had never told anyone.

"Did you even know your dad at all?" I questioned, choosing my words carefully.

"He had gotten out when I was young, only five, right after he gave me the baseball card. I didn't remember him as I grew up in the Circle. My mother called him a traitor, leaving for the CIA, and only gave me and Austin reasons to hate him. But Joe recognized my eyes, part of the reason he stopped to talk to me in the first place.

"I met my father again not much later, but it was just before he was leaving for the mission, I was barely able to talk to him, as I hadn't seen him for over five years. I just… didn't know what to say to him," Zach stopped, with sadness in his amazing emerald orbs.

All of a sudden, he began to sit up, changing the subject. "C'mon, Gallagher Girl," he said, standing and pulling me towards the bathroom.

"What are we doing?" I asked him, taking my hand back from his grasp, as we reached the bathroom.

"We," Zach began, "Are dying our hair,"

"Why?" I asked, pretty much the dumbest question ever.

"Oh Gallagher Girl," Zach sighed, "I'm quite sure my own mother knows what I look like, and the entire Circle definitely knows what you look like."

"Oh, I knew that…" I said, feeling like an idiot.

Zach smirked, sat me down near the bathtub, and grabbed a bottle of platinum blonde hair dye, "Are you ready to go deep undercover, Gallagher Girl?"

AN: Seven chapters are done! Review please! It pretty much makes my life!

So, I need a little help on finding this one FanFic. It's about Macey Liz and Bex tying Zach to a chair in some classroom and asking him questions to see if he loves Cammie. Then they eventually lock Cammie in the classroom with him, and... Zammie!(: Anybody know the title?

No, it's not Goode Interagation, but that is an amazing FanFic, and I recommend it! So... help, please? I will dedicate the next chapter to you if you get it!(:

Haters Gonna Hate,

~Kaylie~