A/N: I do not own any of the gallagher girl characters, or quotes. I simply just wanted to make a story about it and this is my first time actually writing a fanfic, so go easy on me. Before I forget, I'd like to thank Katherine 'The Chameleon' Jackson for giving me the insipration to write this. Enjoy! :)

CAMMIE'S POV

Finally, home. This meant no more cover. I could just be Cameron Morgan. Not Jamie O'Connell. My stupid cover. The one down fall of being a spy. When you had no missions, they gave you a cover to live your life by. All I had do now was unlock my apartment door and I could throw of wigs and ditch the colored contacts. And the worlds most uncomfortable shoes (even if they might have been the world's cutest shoes). Problem with living in Manhattan, image meant everything.

Bacon? Why does my apartment smell like bacon? And why is Elmo in my kitchen cooking that bacon? Crap… My stupid cover is being a receptionist for Karl Jurgensen. (Owner and founder of a multi-billion dollar media production company Metropolitan Media) meant that I usually had no weapons on me. And today I just happen to have thrown the stapler away because it was broken and instead of getting a new one after work and bringing it to the office tomorrow (so I would have a weapon right now) I decided to buy it during my lunch break. Which means if I wanted to hurt him I would have to get close, because last time I check throwing a bobbypin long distance and someone in an Elmo costume doesn't always do the kind of damage it's intended to do. Looks like this fights going to be old school.

As I was just about to bump Elmo's hand up from behind so the pan would go with it and the grease would spill all over him or her(god only knows what was under that costume) and temporarily disorient him/her. When Elmo threw off his head and kissed me. Now I was the one who was confused. And that was never a good thing. So instinctively without thinking I grabbed the pan, mid make out, and banged him (the gender I'm now sure of) over the head with it. Knocking him unconscious and to the ground. Time to find out who this bacon-loving- Elmo pervert is. I roll his costume right below his waist so I can get to his pocket, because last time I checked Elmo doesn't have built in pockets. And find that there is something in his pant pocket. An ID. Not any ID. A CIA ID.

Agent Zachary J. Goode

You've got to be kidding me. Why the hell is Zach in my house cooking beacon dressed as Elmo. Could this be his cover? Ha! Glad to know Blackthorne teaches their boys how to dress up and act like Sesame Street characters. Why did he kiss me though? But why beacon. He only eats beacon when he's drunk. Oh well, he's out and is going to be for a long time. Time for me to get some much need and deserved sleep.

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short. The next one is much, much, much longer. Please review!