A/N Sorry I haven't updated in ages, but I've been mega busy. On another note, All Fall Down has just come out and I was wondering what you all thought of it. Anyway, story:

I woke in the most amazing bed in the world. I have no idea how I got here, but I don't care. This bed was perfect. It wasn't the softest, but soft enough, and a bit lumpy and bumpy. However, it was SO comfortable. And I think the under sheet is heated. I was in heaven.

I cautiously opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to the light, to stare up at the ceiling. I pushed my head up slightly to survey the room, but I didn't go too far, because I was really really comfy.

I might marry this bed.

The whole room is wooden, like a cabin. There is a fireplace at the opposite end of the room, with a rocking chair and plush armchair sat in front of it. I tuned to look out the window to see the view of a forest surrounding a lake. Sun glinted off the surface, reflecting onto everything in beautiful streaks of light.

"Wow" I whispered to myself.

"That's what I was thinking."

I sat and started looking around the room frantically, searching for the owner of the deep voice. Suddenly the bed started shaking. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw that I was laying on a Zach.

Laying ON him.

Not next to him.

Not half on him.

I was all on top of Zach.

A topless Zach.

His chuckling increased to hysterics when he noticed the huge blush on my face. I quickly roll off him, in sheer embarrassment. But he grabbed me and pulled me down, back onto him.

"Where do you think you're going? I was comfortable."

I didn't want to say that I was thinking exactly the same just minutes ago. That I was so comfy, that I was prepared to walk the bed to an alter and confess my undying love to it. Turns out that bed was Zach.

Awkward

"Zach, where am I?" I asked, but quickly added, "And when am I?"

"Welcome to the humble home of Joseph Solomon."

This is Joe's home? I wasn't sure what to expect, but this was not it.

"And when?"

"You slept for 36 hours. Which may or may not have been induced by a selection of illegal chemicals. Well, they're legal in Siberia. Technically." He replied with a roguish grin. Of course I was drugged – I go to a spy school and I guess drugging is pretty standard. And illegal materials. Not that I'm complaining, Liz can make basically anything with anything illegal, and I mean anything!

"How can you have a technically legal drug?" I asked, trying to swaddle myself to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions in front of my maybe boyfriend.

"It's complicated."

I nod in response. It's too early for complicated. We lay in silence for several minutes before I break it by saying: "Zach..."

"Ya"

"Why am I laying on you?" I pulled my head up to look in his eyes. He looked down at me and smirked.

"I was going to sleep on the sofa, but you grabbed me and wouldn't let go, so I got in with you. I guess that even when you're unconscious you can't resist me. It happens, Gallagher Girl, you know, girls wanting me. Although I've never had a sleeping girl fawn over me, but with my looks it was only a matter of time."

I glare up at him, causing him to laugh again. Gosh his laugh is cute.

Once he calmed down he asked what I wanted to do today.

"Well that depends on where exactly I can go when I'm in hiding."

"Not far, luckily however we are minutes away from the Smithsonian."

"The Smithsonian as in the one in Washington DC. In the USA. The world's largest museum and research complex, with 19 museums, 9 research centres, and affiliates around the world, Smithsonian"

Hey don't look at me funny, I did a whole paper on the Smithsonian last year.

"Yep"

Okay so I'm back. I moved away, and I've come back. I'm kind of glad though. It's been 5 months, 2 kidnappings, 1 spy school, 1 crazy lady, 1 terrorist organization and a 'technically legal' drugging since I've been in the USA. Since I've been home. Not home really, but near.

"However, if we go out, we must use covers. No one can know we're here." He warned

"Okay, that's fine. Now leave."

A look of hurt flashed across his face before covering it up with a smirk as he realised why I wanted him out.

"Ah, but Gallagher Girl, you were so keen to sleep with me last night, I thought you'd want to change in front of me."

"No." I glared again.

He put his hands up in surrender and slowly backed out of the room.

Covers. I can do that.

A new identity is better than a new headstone – if I'm that lucky to get one.