Hi :)
I know I haven't updated in a while, but I have been super busy.
I'm going on holiday tomorrow, so I wont be able to put up any more chapters for a week, but I have a few already written :D
I know some people didn't like the cliff hanger I put at the end of the last chapter and didn't think I should have put it in, but I thought that my story needed it because nothing like that had happened so far.
However, I love getting reviews and hearing what you think. So, review and let me know! x) xx
Parking Lot
Zach
I should have noticed. I'm a spy. I've been trained to notice. But with Cammie, looking around the city, my mind was somewhere else. Once we returned to the car to find a yellow folder on the dash board, I knew my mistake. We had left the windows open because of the heat. I had left the windows open. Who ever had put it there had to be watching us. Knew where we were staying. They must have followed us and waited for the right moment to leave the folder. I shouldn't have let this happen.
"Zach, what is it?" Cammie asked from over my shoulder.
"A folder. Someone must have been watching." I told her as I flipped open the folder. I saw the words CIA at the top with the emblem underneath it. "It's from the CIA. It's from our system. If they needed to tell us something why not just tell us?" I asked with confusion as I read through the paper work inside. I was a little ticked off that the CIA were being all conspicuous about whatever they needed us to know, putting folders in our car when we are away, making it seem that someone could possibly be working against us and my words came out harsher than I intended.
"These people we are trying to find know their trade. They aren't stupid. If the see a CIA agent lurking round us they aren't going to trust us when we try and convince them we want in. We need to be careful. We don't know who is keeping track of us."
How did she always see the right in what happens? I'm freaking out, thinking we are being watched by one of Lewis's agents, and she seems to see the logical side without panicking. She just came out with her solution all calm and stable. This mission is seriously messing with my head. Don't get me wrong, I've been of tougher missions. Missions that were more dangerous. But never has a partner on a mission affected me so much. This isn't how I planned it to be.
"You're right. Sorry. I just..."
"Don't worry about it Zach. It freaked me out as well." Cammie smiled at me. "What does it say?"
I looked down at the paper in disbelief. "They gave us the names of the people who have dealt with Mason Lewis. You know the ones we need to find and speak to? Why would they do that? Why have they just given us what we need to do, written on a piece of paper?" I handed the piece of paper to Cammie, confused. They have never done that before. Going on a mission means that you do things for yourself. You don't get the answers given to you.
"They don't usually do this do they? I mean, the CIA doesn't usually give you clues to help you on your mission do they? I've never heard of that before." Cammie looked up at me with confusion that matched mine, in her beautiful eyes.
Hold on. Beautiful? I'm getting all weak and pathetic at a time like this? We get a random folder from the CIA with all the names we need, and I'm thinking about Cammie's eyes? I mean, she does have beautiful eyes. The strangest shade of blue I have ever seen. But strange in a good way-
The sound of Cammie's voice pulled me out of my trance. She was looking at me with her eyebrows scrunched together and her nose crinkled.
"Zach. Are you okay? Zach? Did you hear what I said?" Cammie had obviously been saying something but I had spaced out and hadn't heard her. She had her arm stretched out, offering me the folder.
"Oh, um, I... I was just thinking. Sorry." I went to take the folder from her, but I was still freaked out by my wandering thoughts and I dropped it as she let go of it. We both bent down to pick up the folder, and we both reached for it at the same time. My big hand landed on her tanned little hand but I didn't pull away. She lifted her head slowly, to look at me and our faces were inches apart. Having her so close to me and not doing something was impossible. Never removing my eyes from hers, I slowly leaned in to her. I saw her eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips. I gently pressed my lips to hers and felt her stiffen, and then relax as her mouth started to move in sync with mine. I stood up, pulling her with me, the folder long forgotten, and backed her up against our car. Her arms came up and wound around my neck, and I tightened my grip around her waist with one arm and brought my other hand up into her hair, trying to pull her mouth even closer to mine. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.
This was getting out of hand fast, and we were in the middle of a parking lot. I reluctantly pulled away and put her down. We both just looked at each other; not knowing what to say. I was struggling to take in what just happened. I just kissed Cammie. I seriously just kissed Cammie.
"I, we should... I mean you-" Cammie cut me off by pecking me on the cheek and giving me a small smile.
"Why don't we just go find some of these people?" She bent down to pick up the folder still lying on the floor. Without meeting my eyes she said "It's after twelve and we really need to get this done. We can um, can we talk when we get back to the hotel?" She looked up and met my eyes for a brief second and then quickly looked away. I knew I had made a mistake. We were on our second day of the mission and I may well have ruined it. How awkward could this get now? I had messed up badly. It wasn't just you. I reminded myself. It's not like Cammie didn't do anything ether. She kissed me back. She didn't try and pull away. And yet she won't look me in the eye, and she wants to forget about it until we get back to the hotel. Is it because she is embarrassed? I obviously didn't plan for it to happen. It just sort of... did. Maybe I just too her by surprise. Damn, I took myself by surprise.
But the look on her face said something different.