I decided to do a second chapter to this (obviously) involving Cammie's reaction x I'm not as happy with this second part because it borders on far too mushy for my usual tastes when writing, but oh well x I hope you like it - please read and review - and I'm sorry it's so short xx :)

Cammie was never surprised when Zach disappeared for hours at a time. Never mind the fact that they were together now, Zach was still secretive by nature and diving into a relationship with her wouldn't change that, not yet.

Anyway, she could usually work out at least some of what he'd been up to - she wasn't the Chameleon for nothing after all.

But still, she wondered where he'd been when he finally turned up, paler than normal, and a strange look in his eyes, something between terror and caring. She wasn't going to ask (after all she'd done plenty of things she wouldn't want him to ask her about) and there were multiple other ways to find out what had happened, but she was trusting him right now.

That was what all of Macey's magazine's said, that a relationship was based on trust.

(Not that the advice in them was designed to be applicable to spies. In those relationships trust was normally the thing that came last, after children and marriage, and sometimes not at all, particularly when both were spies.)

Zach saw the question in her eyes though and gave her a cocky smirk, looking more like himself than when he'd first entered the room.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," He told her.

She gave him a look, one that told him to try harder.

"Nothing bad. It was training."

"What was training?"

"Nothing much, seeing if I could escape and evade capture easily." Cammie tilted her head at him, what with her own experience with those particular kinds of training missions she couldn't exactly claim he was lying, but still...

Zach gave a little sigh and cursed his inability to hide things from her (even if he was one of the few that occasionally managed it), knowing Cammie would never give up when she really wanted to know something - not that he would ever expect her to, never mind any decent spy. "Why didn't you tell me Solomon was your godfather?"

Cammie's brows furrowed, forming a little crease, and Zach smirked again, this time softer around the edges. "What do you mean?" He could practically see her brain whirring, trying to find out what he meant with the little information he'd just given her.

"Next time I'd appreciate a little warning prior to the death threats."

Her mouth dropped slightly. "He did what?"

"Threatened me with severe maiming and death if I ever hurt you."

Cammie's mouth moved wordlessly. "I didn't expect him to do that, or I would've warned you."

"I like to hope you would've," Zach teased.

Cammie smirked, giving him another once over, apparently assessing that he was all in one piece after his encounter with her godfather. "Anyway, there wouldn't be anything for him to deal with after I'd finished with you. And Bex."

"That's exactly what I said," He grinned.

"Bex would eat you alive!"

Zach shook his head, "No way, I'm more worried about what would happen if I provoked the Morgan ire; there are legends about it at Blackthorn."

"Well, let's not find out, shall we?" Cammie said, before ducking out of the room and making her way to the nearest air vent, knowing she was nearly late to Cove Ops with her godfather.

No, Zach decided, the heights of the Morgan temper was one thing that no spy needed to know.