Hey everyone, so here's Chapter 5, just thought I'd give a shout-out to Pianist07 who managed to guess what was going to happen right, well done :') Also, some of you may have noticed I haven't been doing disclaimers; obviously I'm not Ally Carter and I'm not gonna even insult your intelligence by pretending you don't realise that, so that's why I don't do disclaimers. Sorry for babbling on like this, I'll shut up now.

Cammie POV

After Jace and I had done a couple of shooting exercises, (we both got full marks on all of them) we deemed ourselves good enough to stop, and went over a couple of the poisons and when we could use them on McHenry. After we'd put a few of the most suitable ones (instant death, extreme pain, truth serums, hallucinations and ones that knock you out for a couple hours), we made our way over to the Weaponry.

Now, let me explain something to you. There are weaponries, and then there is the Weaponry. Here's the difference: weaponries are the sorts of things that the CIA, spy schools and other organizations have. These have mediocre weapons and they will be two floors, max. The Weaponry is the weaponry that is only found at this COC base. It's the biggest weaponry on earth and contains every single weapon ever invented and more. It's located underground, across the area of the whole of the California COC base and is still six levels. Well, really, what do you expect? We are an ancient terrorist group; we've got to have our ways, otherwise where would we be now? I think not.

Jace and I went underground and arrived at the weaponry and began picking up things we could need. We got everything you could possibly imagine, from pistols, to machine guns, to shoulder launching grenades, to mini-explosives, to throwing knives (a personal favourite of mine), to extra bullets, poisoned bullets, poisoned darts, to even the simplest of things like bobby pins to pick locks. Then we went to the tech section and got things such as: comms units, trackers, edible trackers, bugs, bug detectors, untraceable cell phones, unhackable portable laptops which had all the newest software on it, and Jace and I managed to subtly take new iPods while we were there—after all, what use is it having all these skills and not putting them to good use? We wouldn't want that now, would we? We smirked at other and grabbed a few things we were running low on, such as lasers and acids that are so toxic, they can cut through everything expect titanium. We chucked it all into two bags and headed back to our rooms to put them on our beds (Mine and Jace's rooms are next door to each other, pretty convenient, huh?).

I knocked on Jace's door 40 seconds later, ready to go to lunch, but apparently he had other plans, because as soon as he opened the door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Adams?" I asked him, annoyance colouring my voice.

"I don't like being man-handled." I stated, raising an eyebrow at him, telling him to explain.

"Look, Cam, here's the thing. Well, lately I've been thinking a lot about… You know, the other day." He said. I raised my eyebrow even higher, waiting for him to elaborate on that.

"You know… Um… When we, Erm…" Okay. Now, seriously what is going on? Jace Anthony Adams is the cockiest bastard I have ever had the pleasure to meet. He does not stutter. Ever. End of.

"Just spit it out, Jace." I told him. He shifted, looking… nervous?

"Well, you know, when we were acting as our covers." Ohhh… That explained all the shifting and awkwardness… I mentally hit myself for not catching on to what he was saying sooner; it would've made this situation a whole lot less awkward. His face looked expectant and I realized he was waiting for me to say something.

"Go on." I told him. And he was back to looking nervous again.

"Well, I was wondering what the whole thing meant to you? I mean, was it just our covers? Did it mean anything more…?" He trailed off, not meeting my gaze. Wait. Did he just say what I thought he said? Did this mean he had felt something, too? I may be a professional assassin, but when it comes to boys, my skills are sadly lacking. And usually I could read Jace's mind perfectly. Why was I suddenly so unsure? I kept my mask on, and didn't let my emotions show on my face.

"Well what did it mean to you?" I asked him, purposely avoiding the question. Jace sighed and I could see him change visibly.

"Look Cam, I'm just gonna lay all my cards down on the table here. I really like you, and when we were joking around with our covers the other day, I mean, sure the words were part of the cover, but the feelings I got were real, and I was wondering if you felt the same." Wow, this was so not like Jace. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes and how much he was exposing himself to me. It was a dangerous place for someone to be in.

"What I'm really trying to ask you is, will you be my girlfriend, Cam? For real, not in our covers." Did he just ask me to be his girlfriend! Oh my god! Wait, what?

Cameron Ann Morgan, you do not say 'Oh my god' under any circumstances. Now control your hormones and get back to reality, girl! I scolded myself.

Where was I? Oh yeah, getting back to reality. Wait! Shit! Jace was still waiting for an answer!

"Of course I will, Jace." I said sincerely, smiling at him. This was too good to be true. He's gonna snap out of it any minute now and say, 'Joke!' Just wait… Almost there… It'll be coming… I braced myself waiting for that moment, but it never came.

Jace smiled back at me—a proper smile, I know, I'm as shocked as you are—and slowly began closing the distances between our faces. Oh my god!

We just talked about this, Cameron, I mean c'mon, were you even listening to me? My mind asked me. Wait, what? Since when does my mind ask me questions? Back to reality, Cam, stop zoning out.

Jace was so close now; his face was millimeters from touching mine. My heartbeat suddenly went out of control and my breathing became irregular.

MORGAN! Control yourself! My mind practically screamed at me. Ah well, my mind can just go fu… Whoops, mustn't say that.

Jace's lips softly pressed down onto mine, and our lips began moving in synchronization. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His arms came around my waist and our bodies were pressed completely together. I can't even begin to explain how right it felt being there, it felt like I'd let out a massive breath I'd been holding for years, one I didn't even realize I had been holding. Jace and I broke apart and smiled at each other.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time." He said softly.

"Ditto." I replied, grinning at him.

"We should probably go to lunch now." He said.

"Yeah," I agreed, "I think we're just a tad late…" I trailed off.

"And just whose fault would that be?" He said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at me. What! How could he be so ridiculous? He was talking about himself!

"Yours, you idiot." I told him, playfully slapping his arm.

"What?" He said, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise, "Never!" He gasped. That caused me to burst out laughing, but then I stopped to say,

"But seriously, we do need to go now, we're ten minutes late."

"Whatever you say, Morgan." He said to me, opening the door and gesturing for me to leave. He shut the door behind us and wrapped his arm around my waist. You have no idea how right it felt.

So, there's the beginning of the Jace/Cammie relationship for you.

Here's the bad news: Not many people have really been reviewing, so I'm not gonna put up the next chapter till I get to 25 reviews, I'm so sorry for being one of those people who does this—I hate it too, but it's just kinda disappointing seeing it added to Story Alerts and it not being reviewed, you know? SORRY, I LOVE YOU GUYS 3