Here's the thing about a honeypot cover. It's not about taking your identity and shedding it like a normal cover is. I don't have to outgoing or looked at, but what I do have to do is make myself more appealing to him (or her, you know, depending). This means short skirts, low shirts, and leaving my makeup to the mercy of Macey. It also means looking as innocent and naïve as possible, so that he will think that he can "take advantage" of me. I have to be… basically everything I've been taught not to be.

I walked into Liz, Bex, and Macey's hotel room the next morning to find that Zach was already there. When he saw me, he grinned. "Morning, sweetheart."

I punched him in the stomach.

My friends shared a look and Bex asked, "Well what happened between you two last night?" clearly suggesting something, well, suggestive. I glared and hoped to drop the subject.

Macey looked thoughtful for a second. "Hey Zach, when you and Cammie get married, can you talk Cammie into letting me be the maid of honor?" she said slyly, looking straight at me. I blanched, and expected Zach to do the same, but instead he took no surprise at the statement.

"Considering you can probably bribe me the most, yes," he said, also looking at me teasingly. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the immaturity.

"So I was thinking for my cover doing some sort of damsel in distress scenario to attract his attention. You did say he's a sleaze, right?"

In response, Liz handed me a cover.

Cover name: Sarah Williams

Appearance: Light hair, light blue eyes, short, not muscular or strong, delicate

Personality: Strives for perfection, puts a lot of pressure on herself, shy and reserved, naïve and innocent

Cover story: Art student who wants to get into art school in NYC, received letter from school, nervous to open it, accepts comfort from the Subject after attracting his attention

I took a deep breath, imagining myself actually shedding my own skin and becoming Sarah Williams, the art student. Who had a personality and appearance suspiciously similar to Liz.

"Let's go."

Macey handed me a skirt that was shortshortshort and shirt that was lowlowlow and a scarf and hat that simply screamed soulful-artist-type. She also helped me put on fake tattoos of bizarre tribal symbol to complete the artist vibe. A short blonde wig and colored contacts later, and I looked like an entirely new person.

I walked out of the bedroom and Bex and Liz just nodded their approval and went one tapping into the security cams around Central Park South, where Mason Morrison was allegedly going to meet with someone today.

Zach, however, looked at me like a father might look at his daughter when she was no-way-in-hell going out wearing that. "You know you're taken, right?" he said, his posture tense as he took a little too much of me in.

I glared. "I know nothing." His jaw clenched, and he turned away.

As we all left the hotel room, I couldn't help but note the smallest bit of satisfaction that Zach was jealous that I would have to pretend to be into another guy, and I couldn't help but wonder if Macey was just the lightest bit right.

Central Park seemed to be an oasis. Away from the crazy chaos of the streets, people walked about as slowly as they liked, and you were never too far away from a street musician. I could a spirited, swinging jazz melody from a lone saxophone player and in the distance I saw a family of people playing the steel drums and dancing like it's a part of them.

People all around me swayed to the rhythm as I approached the family of drummers, and they stared a bit awestruck as they thought; it that what freedom looks like?

Not a single one noticed me as I noticed everything about them.

"Target approaching. Chameleon, in position." I heard Liz's surprisingly commanding voice over the comms and meandered over to the fountain where I would capture his attention." Dark hair, pale skin, pastel striped dress shirt, black slacks, and… wandering eyes."

Silence. I could feel Bex and Macey containing their laughter for the sake of not looking suspicious to viewers.

I sighed. "I guess that just makes my job easier."

Zach spoke up. "Hey Chameleon, when Liz said light skin, she really meant pasty and dry, and you can't even tell his hair is dark because of all of the dandruff. And when Liz said light shirt, she meant that the shirt used to be light, but now is dark because of all the sweat patches. Are you sure you want to do this, because it's not too late to back out. What Macey's wearing looks slutty enough…"

"If I didn't know that Cammie wants kids, I would go over there and-"

"Guys!" I hissed, "Target spotted. Now if you want to keep on acting stupid while I do this, that's fine but I'd appreciate that you find some day care to go to so you'll be with people who act the same age you do!" I didn't hear a peep out of either of them after that.

I had, in fact, seen Mason Morrison, though no thanks to Zach's description of him. He wasn't pasty, flakey, or sweaty. He was, however the most nondescript person I had ever seen. If Liz hadn't been able to pull up a picture of him on the computer before, my eyes would have skipped right over him.

I couldn't even decide if he was handsome or ugly or twenty or forty. He could literally be anyone.

"Chameleon, you know what to do." I heard Liz's voice reassuring me. And I did know what to do.

I swung my hips and arched my back just a little, while simultaneously putting on my best innocent-little-girl look. I walked over to the fountain where I knew his meeting spot was and stared into it, becoming Sarah Williams.

I gave a long, drawn-out sigh and let it shake a little. He was coming closer to me and I turned a bit so he would be able to see my nervous expression, and, um, other things, on the front of me.

It worked. I could feel his eyes all over me and his face switch to a fake concerned expression. I sat down as he finally reached me, letting out another shaky breath.

"Are you okay?" His voice was deep and velvety, and completely coated with sickly sweet concern. I could hear Zach gagging through the coms.

"I… I'm…" I paused, biting my bottom lip. "I don't… even know." Tears welled in my eyes, and I turned away, pretending that I thought he would believe me.

I felt him sit down next to me, and he breathed in deeply. I honestly thought he was going to try and inhale me, but he pulled away a little and made me face him.

"Hey, look at me." I did, eyes wide. "I want to help." I'm pretty sure he was thinking in that delusional little head of his that I was finding him all-too irresistible and that I could believe that I'd found myself in a chick-flick type situation.

But since that was what Sarah Williams was thinking, I played along. "It's nothing, really. I don't want to bother you with anything so stupid."

"It's not stupid if it can make a beautiful girl like you cry." That time I was the one who almost gagged.

I looked up at him, all innocent and thankful and blushing and rambled, "I left home to come here, to New York, because I applied for Parson's, and I left as soon as I got the letter, but I never opened it because I was so caught up in the moment and I thought I could just come here and conquer New York but now I don't even know if I got into the school and if I didn't then I left everything back home for nothing and now I sitting in Central Park crying and telling a complete stranger all of my problems." I kept on talking and talking and he just nodded sympathetically and slowly snaked his arm around me.

When I finished I let another wave of tears take me and I threw my arms around his neck. He took that as his invitation to put his other arm around me and start rubbing up and down my sides.

He shushed me and reassured me until I calmed down a bit. "I'm sure you'll get into the school, baby. I believe in you."

I looked up at him in awestruck adoration. "You really think?"

"I know." Actually, he didn't know me at all, but Sarah was believing every word of it.

His fingers ran over my face, cradling it and telling me again and again that I was beautiful, but I did not miss the constant glances at my chest and his darkened, lustful eyes.

"And also, my name is Bryan Heller, just so you're not telling a complete stranger all of your problems."

I laughed like he was oh-so-funny and said, "I'm Sarah Williams." I blushed and looked away.

After getting a long, appreciative look at my chest, he brought my face to him so I was forced to bury myself closer. "Beautiful, babe, just like every other part of you." Somehow I thought I knew just what parts of me he was talking about.

I looked up at him and said, "New Yorkers are nicer than people told me they are."

He chuckled deeply and a little bit huskily and said, "Don't believe everything you hear."

We got up and started walking and talked about ourselves, (or, at least, our cover stories), and I saw someone discreetly hand him a note and him shove it in his pocket. After a minute or two, Macey, (in disguise, of course), bumped into him and I saw her get the message, him being none the wiser. (I thought it was because he was too distracted looking at my butt to notice anything else. Rookie mistake).

But this man wasn't a rookie. He had seen things, done things that I couldn't even imagine doing. It wasn't hard to dislike him, what with all the staring, but I had to remind myself that this guy was the epitome of good.

We went to get coffee and exchanged numbers, and I promised him I'd call to tell him the verdict on Parson's the moment I opened the letter.

I found Zach, Macey, and Bex and we headed back to the hotel rooms. I was exhausted and found myself tempted to go right up to Zach and just lean on him, but I knew that I still had to make it look them I didn't know him, so I reluctantly resisted.

We eventually all got ourselves situated in Liz, Bex, and Macey's room, but there was no talking, just the sound of Liz still hammering away on the laptop.

Zach sat down next to me, staring as he tried to get me to look at him. "Now do you want to do this? Are you happy? Cause that was some really good acting I just saw." His voice was strangled but his eyes gently pried at the truth.

"I'm just tired," I whispered, leaning against like I wanted to do earlier.

He put his arms around me and said, "I'm sure," a bit bitterly. Annoyed, I sat back up.

Macey handed Liz the note, still without reading it.

Liz took it from her, read it, and immediately went pale.

Hey people! It's been… um… uh… too long since I updated this story. But no more writers' block!

I reread Out of Sight, Out of Time and wrote a two shot and it got me reinspired. Drama with Zach and Cammie ahead!

On a completely unrelated note, I wonder if Ally Carter knows how much everyone wants Zach to just break down and tell Cammie how much he loves her. Cause seriously. That would be the best thing ever.

Happy reading!

-Angel