Author's Notes: This story literally popped into my head when I was checking my text messages. Weird right? I don't intend on the story being any longer than a few chapters. When I find out how many exactly I'll tell you guys. It's only because I'm suffering from a bit of writer's block for my other fanfics, which you should totally check out (:

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Chapter One

Zach

I'm writing this as I pack for Paris. Yeah, Paris, France.

If only you could have seen my face two weeks ago when Solomon told me to pack my bags and get ready to head out to Paris for a secret mission. I swear I could have kissed him then and there. But then that wouldn't have worked out too well considering I have a girlfriend whom I would die for, lying soundlessly in the queen sized bed of our small apartment, might I add.

This brought me back to the memory of last night. The sex was fantastic. Not that everything about Cammie wasn't fantastic.

But God that was probably the best mind-blowing-sex I have ever had. I felt goose bumps indulge my skin at the thought of a naked Cammie grinding all over me again.

I shake my head. Not now, Goode. Get back to work.

I do a double take of the small room, making sure I have everything for this mission. I kneel down and reach for the familiar control pad under my bed. I dial in the correct password and watch as the floor beneath me slowly opens and a large, dark box leers up at me.

My baby, how I've missed you. I quickly open the box and assess my arsenal. I smile deviously before loading the familiar objects into my bag.

When I feel satisfied with the small amount of clothing and weapons in my suitcase, I lean over and kiss Cammie's sleeping form on the forehead.

God she was cute. Shame I had to leave her at 3 in the morning.

Cammie didn't know. Anything. Don't get me wrong, she's a very intelligent woman which led her to get hired by the leading company of computer software in the United States.

But she didn't know anything about my double life. But who could blame her? I kept such a great job of hiding it, even working as a business marketer to throw anyone off my trail. Which worked great for me; it usually helped cover any missions I would be leaving the country for.

I mean that's kind of what spies are meant to do. Duh.

I walk over to my desk and scribble a small note.

About to go, love you.

Call when I get there.

Miss you, be safe.

Jeez I was going soft. Although I still remain to have an eager smile planted on lips. All the best missions happen in Paris. I hold the note against the fridge as I place a small magnet over it.

I take a quick look back at Cammie.

Be back soon. I hope.

Then I walk out the small apartment into my unknown destiny.

Cammie

I wake up to the door locking swiftly behind someone.

Zach probably, leaving for his big business trip.

Fantastic.

I stretch my sore limbs as I climb out of the warm bed.

I let my mind wander back to last night. The drinking, partying and the sex.

I look towards the ceiling and smile. Silently thanking the heaven's for creating someone like Zach.

Now, time to get to work. I walk over to my closet and scan through the countless designer clothes I own.

As I reach the end of the rack I grin brightly. I press my hand against the cool material and smile as it pushes back, deeper into the closet. I tie my hair into a messy ponytail as I saunter into the small room. Walls of guns and daggers lie side by side.

I know what you're thinking.

How does a 25 year old woman have an extended closet and where can I get one?

Joking, but I know what you're really thinking. The reason I have a huge supply of weaponry is because I'm not your average person. Yes, I work at a mundane computer company, but that's what I call my day job. My night job however is a little more fast-paced to my liking.

I'm a spy. Yes, one of those.

I spend hours upon hours training at a secret underground gym, hidden to any normal person.

I fly across the globe, hunting down the bad guys and locking them up for good.

And all while maintaining employee of the month and keeping my boyfriend satisfied. Not that the hard work at the gym doesn't help.

I feel the smooth weapons glide across my nimble hands as I deposit them into my black suitcase. I leave the room, locking the entrance behind me.

I grab a handful of dresses and fancy tops. I'm going to Paris and I don't want to be underdressed.

I shut the closet and change into my swift mission gear. Which involves a black jacket (that hugged my curves in every way imaginable), full length tights and a pair of kick-ass boots. Now I was ready.

I scan around the room and walk out when a post-it note attached to the fridge steals my attention.

I let my eyes focus over the soft lettering and smile at my boyfriend's warm heartiness.

He was definitely a keeper.

I place the note on the counter and grab my things as I leave into the night.

Author's Notes: Please tell me your thoughts, questions, ideas? Anything. Just shoot them at me. I still don't know how long the story will be but do take notice that this isn't anything serious, just a minor story to feed my brain. Because it is a side job, I probably won't update this story as much as my others. Sorry!

Peace out girl scout.