Grant's POV:

I can't believe it.

I am going on a mission with Bex Baxter! I looked around me. Zack was smirking at Cammie and she was blushing and shoving him.  Macey is applying nail polish (that Cammie tells me is toxic and illegal in most of the world). Liz and Jonas were already on their laptops, clicking away. Jonas fed Liz a piece of pizza. Bex was talking with someone on the phone. We were all in the Baxter's flat.

I wonder what Bex is talking about. I sidled up to her, within listening distance. She seemed to be arguing. 

"He doesn't need to be here! I swear if you even think for one bloody second that he should come on this mission....." "I don't CARE if he's Blackthorne! What effect do you think this would have on Cammie?! Do you even care? Remember what happened to her? When you to that, call me back."

Bex hung up. She was fuming. I don't think I've ever seen Bex this mad. 

"Hey Newman." Bex said, her smile strained. "Want to go train a little?"

"Sure." I said. "But no sparring this time." I shuddered.

Bex laughed. So beautiful..... "Deal. I guess I'll just beat you in the shooting range then."

She took off, racing for the training room. 

"Oh no you won't!" I shout, running after her, laughing.

Jonas's POV:

I look at Liz. She's biting her lip, her sky blue eyes glued to the screen. Her soft blonde hair is tied up with a copper wire. To think, in a few months, she will be my wife. How did I ever manage to get so lucky? I try to give her a slice of pizza. She looks hungry. The pizza is still in my hand. She doesn't see it. I sigh. I gently grab Liz's chin. She looks up at me, confused. I smile. I bring her jaw down, and put a piece of pizza in her mouth. She chews it and smiles up at me. 

Our moment is interrupted by a girl's scream. Then a furious yell. 

"Start praying, Zachary Goode!" Zack runs in, looks around, and hides behind the couch. 

What did he do this time? Cammie runs in, face flushed and soaking wet. Question answered. 

"I know your in here!" Cammie says. 

Liz is back on her laptop. Without looking up, she points to the couch. Cammie nods, and begins to creep towards it. She leans over the back of the couch, and is pulled down with a scream. All silence. Then kissing sounds can be heard. I leave them to it.

"Jonas, let's go over the mission one more time." Liz says to me.

 I move right next to her, our shoulders and thighs touching. She scrolls down the file.

"I thought the only way to  be debriefed on this case was word of mouth." I say, confused.

She looks at me, offended. Oh. She hacked. Have I mentioned my fiancee is the next Albert Einstein? I read the file:

Mission Ola Brazil

Operatives: Goode, Goode, Baxter, Sutton, Mchenry, Newman, Anderson

Covers:

Cameron Goode - Brenna Jacobs. 

Married to Alex Jacobs. Likes husband, going on walks,going to the gym, shopping, her friends, loyal people, and animals. Dislikes sluts, bullies, comfort food, and staying still. Best friends are Jaylee Evers, Clara Hart, and Tory Phillips.

Zachary Goode - Alex Jacobs

Married to Brenna Jacobs. Likes wife, exercising, his friends. Dislikes rude people, guys who hit on his wife, and bunnies. Best friends are Johnson Hart, Lucas Baker. 

Rebecca Baxter - Jaylee Evers

Extreme feminist. Likes movies, friends, exercising, flirting. Dislikes sluts, boys who are perverts, people who are egotistic, and not getting her way.  Best friends are Brenna Jacobs, Clara Hart, and Tory Phillips.

Grant Newman - Lucas Baker

Champion racer. Likes exercising, food, friends, and cute girls. Dislikes idiots, people who are egotistic, junk food, and math. Best friends are Johnson Hart, Alex Jacobs.

Elizabeth Sutton - Clara Hart

Married to Johnson Hart. Likes husband, work, friends, Disney, and books. Dislikes loud people, sluts, and cold weather. Best friends are Brenna Jacobs, Jaylee Evers, and Tory Phillips.

Jonas Anderson - Johnson Hart

Married to Clara Hart. Likes wife, work, friends, and being neat. Dislikes loud  people, slobs, sluts, and physical exertion. Best friends are Alex Jacobs, and Lucas Baker.

Mission : 

Get close to well known arms dealer Patrick Finnickan. Find out where he is storing a large shipment of weapons that are going to be deported to Iraq,  and report back. He is hosting a ball in three days. Be prepared.

-----------------This line break was made with a sniper rifle----------------------------------------------

Bex's POV:

Grant is acting weird. Why did he leave when me and Cammie dropped from the air vent? What did he try and tell me in the corridor? Did I do something wrong? This is about Mumbai. A small voice in the back of my head whispered to me. I glanced at Grant. He seemed fine, doing the bench press, shirtless, the muscles in in his arms flexing.......

Zut!

Why did he have to be so sexy?!

Ugh, Bex. Like Cammie said, I need to think about the mission and the mission alone. Not a very cute, sexy guy who is working out beside me.......

Grant's POV:

I snuck another glance at Bex. She was concentrating hard, attacking the punching bag with strength I've never seen. What was she thinking behind those big beautiful brown eyes? Then, Bex roundhouse kicked the punching bag so hard it fell off the ceiling. She kicked the limp bag one more time for a good measure. Her eyes locked with mine. Crap. She caught me staring. I blushed, pulling on my shirt. Well, she's a spy. She probably already knows by now that I like her. Might as well get it over with. 

"Hey Be-"

"Hey guys, everyone needs to come to the first floor, our ride is here. The jet leaves in twenty minutes, and it's a ten minute drive to the airstrip. Let's MOVE people!" Macey said bossily over the intercom.

"I-" I started to panic.

"Sorry Newman. Can it wait for the plane?" Bex said, grabbing her gym bag and heading for the door. Without waiting for a response, she rounded the corner and was gone.

"Sure." I whispered. I put my head in my hands.

Loving Bex is definitely hard. Getting her to love me back seems pretty damn impossible. But I am willing to try. Bex is worth it. I followed her out the door.

(A/N : Sorry for the profanities, but their adults! Don't worry though, the 'f' word "shalt not be uttered under thy roof." Maybe in other languages. But not English. Please remember to vote and comment! Keep on spying and remember:

"A spy's best weapon is her memory. Learn to use it." - Joe Solomon