Could my life GET any more boring? I graduated Gallagher Academy, thinking that the moment I was handed my diploma, whoosh! My life would be exciting and I would go on missions and go to places I've never been before and have some danger in my life.

But no.

I, Cameron Morgan, the top spy ever to graduate from my school, was stuck behind a desk.

Doing paperwork.

Alone.

Fun life I have, huh?

I mean, okay, this might be a regular thing for some of you guys, but for a spy? For a spy this was torture. For a spy this is the worst thing that they could be doing. I would rather be diffusing a bomb in a blizzard. At least then I would have some excitement in my life.

And then, as if someone was reading my thoughts, I heard my name over the intercom. I quickly shoved the file I was reading away from me and stood up. I was dressed in business-like attire, a white ruffled blouse tucked into a skirt with a blazer and heels. My hair was in a bun, with some curled strands framing my face. I had on minimal make-up-just eyeliner and mascara.

I arrived at the boss's door and knocked.

"Come in!" He bellowed. The boss was a nice man. It was a good thing.

"Hello," I smiled.

"Cammie, Cammie! Come in, come in. Your partner should be arriving shortly. Mint?" He slid a bowl of mints across the table.

"No, thank you."

"Knock, knock." A deep voice said from outside. Guess I forgot to close the door.

"Come on in, Zach. Your partner's already here."

And if we were in a movie, time would have slowed down right then. I would have turned around in my chair, the strands around my face fluttering in the air a little. My face would be a mixture of curiosity and awe, because of how gorgeous the man standing before me was. I would blink and cock my head to the side and smile sweetly. The orchestra would be playing and-

Okay, what was that? Stop with your fantasies, Cammie. You're a spy, not an actor.

And instead of blushing and letting 'Zach' know what I was thinking of, I smiled.

"I'm Cammie."

"Zach." He smirked. His emerald green eyes seeming to glow. He was wearing dress pants and a dress shirt, which was not tucked in and the top buttons were unbuttoned. He had brown hair that wasn't too short but wasn't too long, perfect to run your fingers through. He had a pronounced jaw line and a bit of stubble. He sat down across from me.

ZPOV
Holy mother of lord. The girl sitting in front of me was...perfect. She was beautiful. She had honey-brown hair, which seemed to be pretty long because the bun it was wrapped in was thick. She had curled the ones framing her face, the honey-brown causing her bright blue eyes to pop out against her evenly tanned face. She had the sweetest smile-I almost melted when she introduced herself. But, being the spy I am, smirked and said, "Zach."

I sat down across from her.

"Good," the director said. "Now that you two have officially met, I have a mission for you."

No shit.

"Mr. Goode, you are close friends with Mr. Newman, am I correct?"
"Yes, Grant and I have been friends since we were little."

"And Ms. Morgan, you are close friends with Ms. Baxter?"

"Bex has been my best friend forever."

"Yes, well. They were put on a mission together about a month ago-did they tell you about that?" We both nodded.

"They..." The director took a deep breath and sighed. "They have been captured."

My heart skipped a beat. What? I glanced at Cammie and saw that she had tears in her eyes. I know we just met, but I wanted to pull her into my lap and comfort her. She had an air of innocence around her, and even though she was a spy, I wanted to protect her.

"So you two will be put on a mission together and you will get them back." the Director continued. He handed us our covers.

"You are not going to be acting like anybody, just be yourself. But while infiltrating the COC headquarters where Mr. Newman and Ms. Baxter are being held, wear masks. We think that they are in California." We nodded.

"Get some rest, you two. Your flight is tomorrow morning."

TOMORROW MORNING

CPOV

I woke up to a pounding on my door.

"CAMMIEEEEEEE!" It screeched. Ugh. Macey.

"WHATT?" I screeched back.

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN!"

"YOU'RE SCARING THE NEIGHBORS!" I shouted back, not wanting to get up from my warm bed. It didn't matter if my door was kicked down-I wasn't going to be here in a few hours anyway.

A loud pounding noise was heard, and then my door fell down with a loud thud. Macey walked over it and literally pulled me out of bed.

"Come on, come on! Did you even pack yet? Zachary Goode is one fine fellow, Cam. You can't just go flouncing around in your baggy sweatshirts and ducky pajama pants."

"Well, that's all I have!" I whined.

"Nope! I shopped for you. Only then did I notice the load of shopping bags Cammie had set down next to my bed.

"What did you do, buy the whole mall?" I joked.

"No. Only half." Macey looked me in the eye, her expression dead serious. After quite a long stare-down, we burst into hysterics. Once we were down laughing, Macey rushed to my closet and pulled out a suitcase and started packing. I couldn't see it much, (the girl was an extreme packer.) but I could see bras, thongs, booty shorts, push-up bras, t-shirts, dresses, jeans, cardigans, make-up, jewelry, lotion, perfume, scarves, hats, shoes, and more. Maybe she did buy half the mall...

"Knock knock?" Lizzie stepped over the door, mimicking what Zach had said the other day.

"Hey, Liz! Come on in. Mace was just about done packing." I eyed Macey, who was scanning the list she had brought, which was two and a half pages long. Yea.

Liz came and sat by me, watching Macey pack. I glanced at the clock. 11:46. I had to be at the airport by 12:00.

"Crap! I have to be there in fourteen minutes." I jumped up. Macey threw me a pair of clothes, and instructed Liz to turn on the straightening iron. I sprinted to the bathroom and put on what Macey chucked at me. A bra, panties, black skinny jeans, brown high-heeled combat boots, a flowy black off-the-shoulder striped shirt, and to add a dash of color, a flowery infinity scarf. I raced out of the bathroom. 11:48. Woah. New record.

Macey plopped me down in a chair and expertly applied foundation, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and lip tint while Liz quickly straightened my already-straight hair. It fell to the small of my back. Then Macey spritzed me with Japanese Cherry Blossom body mist from Bath and Body Works.

"There. Now you smell good." Macey smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

11:55.

"Where's Zach? He was supposed to pick me up..." I thought aloud. "CRAP. HE DOESN'T KNOW MY APARTMENT NUMBER." I grabbed my suitcase and was about to sprint out the door and into the open elevator, but when I stepped onto my door I paused and looked back. Macey and Liz were holding hands, smiling at me reassuringly. I rushed over and hugged them.

"Just bring her back, okay, Cam?" Liz whispered.

"I promise." I whispered back.

"I love you!" I said to both of them.

"Call us!" Macey made a phone signal with her hand up to her ear and smiled.

"Will do!"

"Go get some!" Macey winked. Liz and I laughed.

I left my friends and stepped into the elevator, descending into the mission that could save my best friend's life.