A/N: Hi! It's Lyssy here. So, I have rewritten this story. I'm sorry, I know I know. But I like this version a lot better than before. Looking back and reading this, this story made me cringe so hard. It was the worse thing to read lol so I decided I would rewrite it. I hope you like the new version!

P.S. By the way, if it isn't already renamed (I'm writing this before I finish), I will probably rename it.

Job, Mission, or Chance At Love?

Chapter One

Cammie POV

My name is Cameron Ann Morgan.

My friends call me Cammie.

I am the number one ranking agent in the world and the only person besides the director of the CIA, Will, to have Level 50 clearance.

In other words, I'm the best spy there is.

I started my training when I was 2-years-old and I've been on and successfully completed over 342 missions since.

My mom is the headmistress of the Gallagher Academy For Exceptional Young Women, an all-girls school training the students to be spies. My dad is the headmaster of the Blackthorne Institute for Troubled Young Men, an all-boys school training the students to be spies (well, assassins but we won't get into that).

My Uncle Joe is the Covert Operations teacher at both schools and my Aunt Abby helps him out. I went to Gallagher for a year in seventh grade but they couldn't teach me anything I didn't already know so I left.

But, when I was there, I made some friends. Sure, I was friends with everyone but my roommates and I were the closest. Their names are as written:

Elizabeth (Liz) Sutton, codename Bookworm, clearance level 45, specialty- technology and sciences

Rebecca (Bex) Baxter, codename Duchess, clearance level 45, specialty- weapons and combat

Macey McHenry, codename Peacock, clearance level 45, specialty- disguise

Liz's family are the only ones who are relatively normal, being civilians in the dental business. Macey's parents are front-page famous, being a Senator and a cosmetics specialist. Bex is descended from many MI6 legends, as I am in the CIA.

They still go to Gallagher but they also do work for the CIA so we see each other. Together we make up the infamous Alpha Team. It's been a while since I've seen them, but hopefully, we'll meet again soon.

This is a Covert Operations report of the mission I went on a year ago.

The mission that changed my life forever.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm at 8:50am. Jumping out of bed, I ran to Will's room.

Yes, I live with the director of the CIA.

I banged on his door. "Get up! We do have to work today!"

There was a grunt in response.

Sighing, I decided to go with my last resort early (I learned it from Bex and many mornings waking up drenched). I went into the kitchen and pulled a bucket from under the sink. I filled it with ice and then water, making my way back to Will's door.

Holding the bucket with one hand, I pulled a bobby pin out of my messy bun and picked the lock. I entered the room and dumped the ice water on a sleeping Will.

He bolted upright and when his eyes found me holding a bucket in my hands he glared.

I simply smirked, shrugging. "You wouldn't get up."

With that I walked out of the room, returning the bucket to its usual place.

When I entered my bedroom I jumped into the shower, washing my hair with coconut shampoo. After my shower, I put on my fluffy robe and went into my large closet. It was around then that I remembered that it was my birthday.

I mean, remember isn't really the word for it considering spies don't forget anything, but whatever.

It was then that I remembered I was 18. It was then that I remembered that I was going to be teaching CoveOps at Blackthorne during the exchange it was having with Gallagher that year while Joe and Abby went on a mission. It was then that I remembered I had to fly a helicopter to Blackthorne and be there around 8:00pm that very day.

I was excited. I was thrilled. And most of all I got to see my parents and my friends.

It was also then that my brain told me that I still needed to get ready.

I decided on skinny ripped denim jeans, a baby blue crop top, my black leather jacket, and my black converse. I put on the locket that my mom and dad got me around my neck as I do every morning and put in some baby blue, fringy earnings. I straightened my long, waist-length blonde hair and left it down. Grabbing my designer black sunglasses, I slid them up to my head.

I picked up my phone and my wristlet and looked in the mirror, smiling to myself.

I looked good.

When I left my room, Will was in the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee. He smiled. "Happy Birthday." He handed me a black box.

I ripped it open and gasped. "No way! Is this a Beretta Px4 Storm!?"

"Yes. Yes it is. And there's two of them."

I looked and he was right. There were two!

They came with holsters that I strapped to my belt and stuck the new guns inside of.

He laughed at my urgency. "Let's go."

He grabbed his briefcase and I stuck my phone into my jacket's inside pocket, pulling my wristlet over my hand. We left our apartment and ran down the stairs.

I gasped at what I saw, yet again.

My Aunt Abby was leaning on a black and red 2018 Ford Mustang Convertible.

"Happy Birthday!" Abby shouted.

"This is mine, right?" I asked, walking up to the car.

"Yep. Along with these." My aunt answered, pulling out keys and a brand new license with my picture.

I grabbed the keys, jumped into the driver's seat, put my sunglasses over my eyes, let the roof down, and said, "Who wants a ride to HQ?"

Abby and Will hurriedly jumped in.

I quickly drove us to the skyscraper that was headquarters and started my long day of work.