I hoped of the train at grand central station in Manhattan and I fiddled with my hoddie to protect myself from the rain.

I suddenly felt the unsettling feeling that someone was following me.

And someone was. A tall 21 year old boy with green eyes and brown hair had been with me on the train ride and was walking in the exact same direction. Maybe it's just a coincidence?

But I knew full well that in the life of a spy there are no coincidences. I turned right into star bucks and bought a latte. And when I walked out he was sitting on the bench eating a hotdog. This meant I had a tail to get rid of.

I took out my phone and called my aunt Abby.

"Hey squirt" she smiled down the phone.

"Hey Abbs, this is not much of a social call, but I need you to book a hospital bed for tonight in approximately 6.68 minutes" I said smugly.

"Another tail?" she said surprised.

"Yeah"

"Usually it only takes you a couple of seconds"

"Yeah but this one looks like he knows something I should know" I said cryptically.

"Alright then Squirt" she laughed and hung up.

I turned up an alleyway next to my flat and hid.

He walked past and glanced in. He seemed surprised for a second and then turned in.

I came at him from behind and kicked the back of his knees so he doubled over. He landed on the floor and swiped his legs so I would trip I jumped and jammed my elbow in his shoulder, pulled his arm behind his back and sat on his back.

"Who are you?" I growled.

"Well if you would let me move I would be able to grab my- OW!" He whined "That hurts". Ugh, he's such a baby!

"Who are you?" I growled again.

"Zachary Goode" he smirked.

Ugh, I already hate it.

"Is that name supposed to ring a bell..." I trailed on.

"If it does, it means I haven't been doing my job properly" he smirked.

I pulled on his arm harder.

"Stop smirking"

"OW!"

"I work for the C.I.A" he croaked.

"So?"

"So-"

"Why should I believe that?"

"Because I have a badge" He said defensively.

"You can have all the badges you want, doesn't mean I'll believe you" I snapped.

"So what are you going to do?" He smirked, AGAIN.

What is it with him and smirking? Is it like, a sickness or something?

"I'm going to take you home" I said releasing his arm.

He smiled.

"Not like that" I warned.

"I knew you couldn't resist me" he smirked.

OH. MY. GOSH.

"Actually your right" he was surprised for a second and then went back to normal.

"I didn't think you'd admit it"

"I can't resist the urge to roundhouse kick you in the face"

I pulled his arm towards my flat and he didn't resist all of a sudden I turned around and slapped a Nipotine patch on his forehead.

...

Once I'd dragged Zachary's Body into my flat, I tied him to a chair and called the C.I.A to check their files for a Zachary Goode.

As he was coming around from the Nipotine patch I was coming out of the shower, I mean I was going to wait but honestly, I felt groggy and icky so I wanted to have a shower wether it was only 8 or not. With his hands tied behind hid beck and his legs bound to a chair he looked dead. But come on, if I wanted to kill him I would have done it in the alleyway and no-one would have know it was me.

"Wazzz" He croaked.

I walked in with a towel wrapped around me and I was heading to my room.

"Oh good, you're up" I said sarcastically and he just stared.

I walked into my room and changed into my snugly blue snowflake onsie and tied up my hair.

I walked back towards him and held a bottle to his mouth.

"Drink" I said.

And he did.

After he stopped gulping like a baby he licked his lips and asked.

"Why are you being nice?"

"If you do turn out to work for the C.I.A I don't want charges held against me for Manslaughter" I said bringing a piece of bread and butter up to his mouth for him to eat.

"No thanks I'm fine, I don't accept food from strangers" he said.

I raised an eyebrow and ate the bread myself.

The phone rang, I like my finger and picked it up, "Hello?" I asked.

"Cammie you have to let him go" Director Jones said down the phone "he's C.I.A"

I whined "Then why was he following me"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Zach smirk and I turned to glare at him. He seemed to understand and he stopped immediately.

"I don't know he probably just wanted to see how you worked before your mission"

"I have a mission, with him?" I growled down the phone.

"I'll let him talk to you about that because Honestly I DO not want to be on the receiving end of the wrath of Cameron Morgan" he said slightly worried.

He hung up the phone and I slammed it on the table.

I opened the drawer and pulled out a knife, as I headed towards Zach, he looked scared.

"What are you doing?" he asked as I walked around and cut the strips of tape I walked back and shoved the knife in the drawer.

"So I'm free, right?" he asked.

"Yes" she said grudgingly.

Zach pov

I peeled the tape from my wrist and my trousers and sat on my sofa turning the T.V on.

"Right, so what does this mission entail of exactly?" she asked sitting on the kitchen counter reading over her daily planner.

"The F.B.I found the body of a married couple who were known assassin; they died in a car crash nothing out of the ordinary, the F.B.I. were willing to hand over the case if the C.I.A put its Best people on it" I said casually.

"So they asked you"

"And you" I added.

"To go on this mission together as a married couple" she said stunned.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"No nothing" she murmured the next few words.

"I just figured after what happened last time they'd choose someone else"

Last time? What the heck happened last time?

She shook her head as if trying to shake out a memory and turned to me, "where's the mission?" she asked.

"St Tropez"

"O, when do we leave?" I honestly thought she'd be more excited about going to the south of France with me, most girls would probably be worshipping me by now, but she wasn't she was totally different. Most girls were like an open book wether they worked for the C.I.A or not, but this girl, she was, like bolted with every bolt invented in the country.

"C.I.A set up a safe house in Nice to prepare and then were driving to our family home in st Tropez.

She practically gagged.

"Please tell me we don't have children" she begged.

"Nope" I said popping the 'p'

"The C.I.A has us booked for a flight into Nice in 6 hours" I said glancing at my watch nonchalantly.

I expected her to panic and run to her room screaming, what should I wear, but instead she just nodded, sat down and drank her glass of wine.

"Aren't you going to start packing?" I asked.

"What time do we have to leave?"

"9:20 or so"

"Then I'll start packing at nine" she smiled.

"What are we watching?"

"I am watching the news" she said sipping at her red wine.

"Plus this sounds like a big mission; they wouldn't send us in on our own?"

"No actually their sending us with 3 other people" I said.

"Who else?"

"Rebecca Baxter, Grant Newman and Macey Mc Henry" she froze at the last name.

"Macey Mc Henry?"

"That's what it said on the brief"

"Oh no, no, no, no, no I have to start packing" she moaned running into her room.

"Why?"

"Unless I want to be killed with a bar of chocolate and a paperclip I need to pack the right prada shoes and the correct Ralph Lauren shirts"

"Who would kill you for that"

"Macey Mc Bloody Henry"