A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient. I've had this chapter done for about a month, but just never got around to posting it. I still have to finish my Rags to Riches chapter nad write my The Life I Live chapter. Please just be able to wait a little longer! I swear the chapters will be up as soon as I can get them up. It's just hard right now. Anyway, thanks for the reviews and if you have any questions or comments, just leave them in your review and I will answer it next chapter. Love you!(:

CPOV

"No you're not interrupting at all." I wedged the paper back into the corner of the frame. "What can I do for you, Agent Goode?"

"Well Agent Morgan, seeing as you already know my name, I can skip the introduction." Zach started.

"I know plenty more than your name Zach."

"That's a two way street, Cammie." Zach said with a smirk. "And in this business knowing that isn't that strange is it?" I giggled and he chuckled. I stopped. Oh my god Cammie. Don't get distracted.

"So what are you here for? I have a bunch of paper work to do."

"Well since I'm new around here, I was thinking you could show me around. Plus I would love to get to know the girl I'm going on a date with tonight." He winked at me. I glanced at the floor and blushed. I would have yelled at myself for being so foolish, but something caught my eye. There was a slight indentation on his left hand, like something fell on it, and shimmer of clear liquid. I knew that liquid. It was gun polish. Now you might be thinking, what's the big deal? That sight was all too familiar. That sight had been buried in the back of my mind for years, but I had never known its importance. I don't even think I realized I saw it back then until know. One thing puzzled me though.

"What's with the indentation on your hand?" I asked. It was like the one I had seen before, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

"Oh, I was at the shooting range, and some rookie accidently shot me in the chest. Luckily, I was wearing a bullet proof vest, but the impact was so great that I fell backwards and my gun smashed into my hand," Zach explained. I could tell he was a little embarrassed being taken down by a rookie, but that wasn't the point.

"How long ago was that?" I asked.

"You sure do like questions," he said and then chuckled. I kept my straight face to show him that I was not in the mood for jokes. He quickly stopped and explained. "2 minutes ago." My eyes widened at the realization. I raced back to my laptop, and opened a video. Zach followed me. "Hey is this the video from the 2001 high school shooting?" he asked.

I shushed him and continued to watch. Sadly, the videos had sucky quality since the school wasn't the greatest, so the images were a little blurry.

The video started with Sydney heading towards her car. It was a pickup truck. She slung her backpack into the trunk when a black truck pulled up. She reached into the trunk to get something. That is what I was always confused about. I paused the video and zoomed in. In her hand was a black blur. A pistol.

"How did she get that?" I asked to no one in particular. Zach stood behind me, just watching as I uncovered stuff I had never known. I zoomed in a little more and saw that a little bottle, one you could hardly see, was tipped over.

"Gun polish," Zach and I said in unison. I pressed play and watched it go on. The man came out of the car and went after Sydney. Sydney ran towards the school, with her gun tucked into the back of her pants, I believe. She had this look. The look that said, I went too far, or I should've seen this coming. It's like she knew exactly who was 5 feet behind her. Sydney was 10 feet away from the door when she quickly turned around, took the gun out of her pants, and aimed. I stopped the video, already knowing what comes next.

"So that's what it was all these years," I said to myself as I walked in front of the desk. Zach leaned against it.

"That's what what was?" he asked. I began pacing.

"I have watched that video a thousand times, trying to figure out who the killer was, and have always wondered what that black smudge was."

"Do you know what type of gun that was?" Zach asked.

"A pistol," I said in a duh tone. He shook his head.

"That was an X4-2 razor pistol (A/n: totally just made that up). Those were the rarest guns in America at the time. You had to be the best spy or spy-in-training just to get your hands on it," he said. I stopped my pacing. You might have thought, oh then she got it from your mom. Wrong. I knew every weapon my mother kept at our house. And that wasn't one of them.

I turned on my heels and exited my office, with Zach right on my tail. I threw open the door to the director's office.

"You knew," I simply stated. He turned his chair around.

"Hello Agent Morgan," he said.

"Don't you hello me. You knew! All these years, my entire life, I thought my sister and I were normal. I thought her death was an accident. That she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But, she wasn't. She was a spy-in-training and you knew! Why didn't anyone tell me?!" I shouted.

"Calm down Cameron," the director, Mr. Shoe, said. I couldn't calm down. My entire life, I knew my mother was a spy, but I had no idea my sister was. In case you're a little lost, seeing the indentation on Zach's hand triggered my memory. When I held Sydney's hand, that indentation was on her hand and so was the gun polish. The man shot her in the chest, and the gun slammed down on her hand.

"Why? Why couldn't I know?" I asked. Zach lingered in the back of the room while I spoke with the director. The director motioned for me to take a seat.

"When your father disappeared, your sister became a very suspicious six year old. She had a feeling your father didn't just disappear. At the age of 8, she started doing research and started training herself. By age 12, she was one of the best spies in training. She came to me, and asked for my help. She wanted to find your father."

"That still doesn't explain why I couldn't know," I stated.

"She dug deeper and deeper, and by the time she was 15, she wouldn't even tell me what she found out. We think she found out something big. She refused to tell anyone, and whatever it was, it must have put you in danger because her exact words were don't tell Cammie. I don't want her to get hurt. I honored her wish and kept her being a spy in training a secret. Your mother did too.Then, on her 16th birthday, she told me that she found out something about your father, and she wanted to go on a mission to find him. So, I sent her on one."

"How could you have done that? I was with her like 24/7 the summer of her 16th birthday," I stated.

"Remember the summer camp she went to for two weeks?" I nodded my head. "That's when I sent her on the mission." I stood up angry.

"You sent my non-experienced, 16 year old sister on a mission that she didn't even give you any information on?!" I yelled.

"Cameron, calm down," the director said.

"What was my mom's view on this?" I asked. "She was so set on keeping my sister and me out of the spy world. She wanted us to be normal." The director sighed.

"She wasn't…happy with it, but Sydney was persistent. She didn't let your mom stop her." I sat there and let everything soak in. My sister was spy. Well, a spy in training. She hid that from me. We never kept secrets from each other! We had that sisterly bond that everybody was jealous of. The director's voice brought me back to reality.

"Now since you are both already here." Wow, I had completely forgotten Zach was there. "You two are going on a mission together." The director turned towards me. "Cammie, we have found a suspect for the murder that took place 10 years ago at your high school," the director stated. My face went cold. "Are you willing to accept the mission of finding him and bringing him to justice?"

I looked him in the eyes and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way." The director smiled.

"Good, and Agent Goode, you have no choice." Zach chuckled.

"Of course, Director." I started heading out when I remembered something.

"Mr. Shoe." He turned around to face me. "Thank you, for telling me everything."

"No problem. Your cover is on your desk." I nodded and headed to my desk to get ready.

A/N: Like it? Hope so! Writing Rags to Riches right now then working on The Life I Live!