Hey guys! Excited for the beginning of the end? Lol! Well, I've decided to publish my Camren one-shot if any of you are interested. It might be up on Wattpad/AO3 in a few days. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!


Rule #2: Don't say yes recklessly

"Alison, where the fuck are you?!" Charlotte yelled through the phone as Ali tried to park her car. The CEO was late for a family meeting at lunch and her older sister was getting impatient.

"Cece, language, please!" Jason scolded, probably putting his hands over Seth's little ears.

"I'm already parking the car, Cece!"

"You'd better!" The other blonde chuckled and ended the call. Rolling her eyes, Alison finally parked her car in peace and walked to the restaurant, her heels clicking on the asphalt as she stepped.

"Aunt Ali!" A boy shrieked as soon as she arrived. Seth ran from their family's table and jumped into her arms. Alison huffed but managed to stand still, wrapping her arms around his tiny figure as she messed with his blond hair.

"How are you, sweetie?" She put him back on the ground and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm fine!" He tugged her hand and dragged Alison to the table, "Bu Aunt Ce is mad at you. She says you gotta stop looking at pretty girls."

"Ce!" Jason groaned.

"What?! I'm not lying, J!" Charlotte argued.

"Hello you two," Alison sarcastically greeted.

"Okay, kids," Mary called at the head of the table, "Time to stop with all that loving and order the food!"

"Thanks, Aunt Mary! I'm starving!" Alison dramatically put a hand over her stomach and slumped down on the chair.

"You've been wasting too much energy lately," Charlotte winked at her and Jason groaned again.

"Charlotte, you can't make comments like this in front of my son!"

"Comments like what, daddy?" Seth asked with big, innocent eyes, making Ali, Charlotte, and Mary burst out laughing.

"Jason, you're the one who's making it harder for yourself," Mary pointed out.

"Yes!" Charlotte agreed, "And it's not like your son doesn't agree with me."

"Oh no! Cece, don't go there!" Ali whined.

"Seth, don't you think Aunt Ali should get a girlfriend or a boyfriend?" Charlotte asked almost innocently.

"Yes!" The boy nodded, "I think Aunt Ali needs a pretty girlfriend!"

"See?" Charlotte pointed at the boy, "That's what I'm talking about!"

"Aunt Ali could date that mermaid we saw on TV, right, daddy?" Seth tapped on Jason's shoulder, "She's really pretty!"

"Wait, who?!" Charlotte asked.

"I think he's talking about Emily Fields," Jason answered and kissed the top of his son's head, "Seth's got a crush on her."

Alison froze when she heard that name. Emily Fields. That (stunning) woman who came into her office a week ago to beg her for seduction lessons. Discreetly, Ali picked her menu and shied away from the conversation.

"Oh my, that's cute!" Mary laughed along.

"Anyway," Jason cleared his throat, "It's time we ordered the food, right?" He spoke as he signaled for a waiter and ended the conversation.


"So..." Mary took a sip of her coffee and started, "When can you visit the kids, Ali?"

As soon as she recovered from her cancer, Mary created the Carissimi Hug, a branch of the Carissimi Group that aimed at helping poor kids through activities like soccer, art, and reading. Alison visited and spent time with the children as often as she could, but she has been busy lately with the company and the CIA. As much as the media pinned her as a fuckgirl and as a whore, Alison had a sweet side that loved children – and that was something she wanted to keep away from the lens.

"I can't make any promises, Aunt Mary," She replied honestly, "But I'll try to visit as soon as I can. Maybe this Saturday."

Mary seemed satisfied with her answer, "That's okay, my dear. I know you've been busy lately."

"Yes, Aunt Mary," Charlotte smiled, "She has a meeting with a different woman every day."

Jason just rolled her eyes and Alison controlled the urge to bash her sister, "Screw you, Cece! As a matter of fact, I have two jobs!"

Much to Ali's relief, her phone rang. It was Lorenzo.

"Now, excuse me, your husband is calling!"

Lorenzo and Charlotte met through Alison and they instantly hit off. Charlotte deserved some loving after everything she's been through and Lorenzo was a good guy. Most importantly, he didn't react badly when Charlotte revealed she was a trans woman. On the contrary, he admired her for what she's been through and promised to be by her side through everything. They got married two years ago.

"Ali, can you come here after lunch?" Lorenzo said, "We've got a new case for you and Spencer."

The blonde smiled in anticipation, "Count me in."


"You're late, Alison," Spencer snorts as she walked into the meeting room, "And you're not using a burner phone."

"Chill, Spencer," Alison shrugged, "Only you and Lorenzo have this number here in the CIA. My phone is safe, thank you."

"Why are you so reckless?!"

"Why are you so self-righteous?!"

"Girls, it's not the time to bicker around," Lorenzo cut in, "We have another case to solve."

Alison and Spencer glared at one another for one more second before turning their heads to Lorenzo.

"Bring it on," Ali nodded.

"This one is a little more delicate," He began, "My source claim that our Olympic Swim Team has a doping scheme going."

"Shouldn't they just handle it to Wada or something?" Ali asked nonchalantly.

"I've talked to some people of Wada, but they didn't have anything on our swim team," Lorenzo replied.

"Then you should seek better sources," Spencer smirked.

Their boss chuckled, "My source claims that this kind of doping is almost untraceable as of now. Chances of Wada catching something are dim. This is genetic doping."

"I got it, but… shouldn't the police or FBI be investigating it instead?" Alison asked.

"Alison, if this is indeed happening, either someone's bringing in those drugs or they are being developed here without the government's permit," Lorenzo explained.

"It's not the doping itself, it's the drugs," Spencer realized.

"Exactly," Lorenzo nodded, "We don't know yet if these rumors are true and, if they are, what impact those new drugs could have on an athlete's health."

"Okay," Ali nodded, finally understanding their new mission, "What do we need to do?"

"Spencer," Lorenzo turned to the lawyer, "I need you to check background from everyone in the national swim team. It's a long and boring work, but you'll be up to the task."

"Got it!"

"Ali, I need you to use your connections to get closer to people in the swim team and investigate from there. Can you do that?"

"Sure," Alison answered hesitantly, her mind shooting back to Emily's proposal a week ago. It would make her life easier in the CIA if she got closer to Emily, but it would certainly weigh on her conscience, "I can do that."

"Put your charm to use and sleep with someone from the team," Spencer taunted, making Ali gag.

"No, don't do that," Lorenzo came to her defense, "Do not get personally involved with your sources."

"I might hire Emily Fields to promote my new sports brand," Alison commented absentmindedly. Of course, she wouldn't mention Emily's marital problems to Lorenzo and Spencer. They didn't need to know the true reason behind Emily's proposal.

"Is she up to it?" Spencer asked.

"I think she would accept the job," Alison knew Emily would if she offered to teach her "seduction lessons". But the thought of it makes Alison feel like a jerk or something worse.

"Well, there's our chance," Lorenzo pointed out, "You can get closer to Fields and investigate the swim team."

"I'm not sure if I could do this," Ali hesitated, "Perhaps I should just screw one team member and get it over with."

Sure, it was easier for her to screw around – it was almost natural in fact. But what Alison couldn't do was use Emily's vulnerability for a CIA case. She was not that person… yet she needed that information.

"Come on, Ali, the worst that could happen is that Emily is going to hate you. The best thing you'll help put cheaters in jail," Spencer argued with her brain, as always.

"But Emily? She's America's Mermaid. She hasn't done anything wrong until now!" Alison whined.

"Everybody looks good on the outside," Lorenzo quietly said.

"Listen here, Alison. You've seen what the Russians did. We can't let Wada find out about this or we won't have a swim team in Tokyo, never mind the damage to our reputation. If you know someone, you have to act on it!" Spencer pressed on.

"Okay, okay!" Ali threw her hands back, "I'll try, but I'm not sure she'll accept the job."

"Well, seduce her if you need!" Spencer said.

Oh, how Alison wished she wouldn't have to!


Alison runs her hand through her hair as she locked and unlocked her phone for the sixth time already. Her mind was in an intense conflict: should she call Emily and ask her if that deal is still up? Or should she not do that and find another source for the CIA? Well, Alison could always say that Emily refused her business offer and that they would have to find someone else. After all, they couldn't force Emily to be her source.

But there was Spencer fucking Hastings.

Spencer worked for the Carissimi group and Alison knew she would press on the subject. She would talk to Emily until she convinced her to endorse their brand and Emily would reveal that Alison hadn't contacted her at all. And then Spencer would kill her "because the CIA needs a source" and if Alison couldn't find one, Spencer would make one.

Alison will have to call.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number she had found in the CIA database. The number could be wrong, couldn't it? At least that's what Alison hoped because that would give her an excuse to postpone her mission and, maybe, think of something more ethical. Much to her disgrace, however, Emily picked up on the first ring, much to the blonde's surprise.

"Hello?" The swimmer's voice echoed through the phone.

"Emily Fields?" Ali gulped, "It's Alison DiLaurentis, from the Carissimi Group."

"How do you know my number?" Emily shot back and Alison could almost picture the brunette raising her eyebrow.

"I have my ways," Alison stares at the CIA database in shame.

"As long as you don't give my number to the media..."

"Trust me, I'm not doing that," Alison chuckled lightly, "I know how annoying reporters can be," Yes, Alison knew how invasive reporters could be.

"Good," Emily replied with some uncertainty.

"So..." Alison cleared her throat awkwardly, "Is that offer still up?"

"Why are you asking this?" Emily asked back.

"Maybe I've changed my mind."

"Why?"

"Because the idea of you promoting my new sports brand for free is tempting," Because I need to get close to the National Swim team and you're the easiest way. Alison couldn't help but feel like she was using Emily. But, then, again, Emily was the one who wanted to use her intel and Emily was the one who asked her first.

"Only if you give me the classes."

"Sure!" Alison had a feeling she was going to regret this, "When do we start?"

"Is Saturday good for you?" Emily offered, "I'm on PT all week."

Alison couldn't on that Saturday because she would be visiting Aunt Mary, "Sundays, please? I've got something on Saturday."

"You seem like a busy woman."

"You're an Olympic champion," Ali commented, "I'm pretty sure you understand crazy schedules."

"Yeah, I do," Emily laughed quietly, "It's a deal then?"

"It's a deal."

There was an awkward silence between them before Alison remembered something important.

"Just don't forget to stop by my office to sign the deal," The blonde remembered, "I'll write it down as soon as I can."

"Deal? Are we pulling up a Sheldon and Amy?" Alison laughed at the Big Bang Theory reference.

"No, you have to sign a deal stating that you agree to endorse my brand."

"Oh God, I almost forgot about that!" Emily sighed, "I'll come by tomorrow."

"See you then, Emily."

"See you," Alison hang up, feeling scared than she's ever been before.