Omniscient POV:

"Ring! Ring!" Bex looked down at her watch. As far as she knew, she was the only one who got up at 5:00 am to go for a run. Who could it  be? "Hello?" Bex answered, her British accent clear and crisp in the foggy London morning. "My, my, the British Bombshell actually picked up the phone. Amazing." The woman on the other end said. Bex felt an all-to-familiar pull on her heartstrings, calling her to her sisterhood. Bex sighed. " Actually, Macey, it's a watch."  Bex could practically see the black haired woman nodding her head as she sat in her luxury penthouse. "Liz's design?" Macey questioned. "Jonas, actually, if you can believe it. Liz was working on doing a thorough  background check on pretty much everyone in the entire CIA." It was Macey's turn to sigh. "She works too hard, you know." "Yes, I know." Bex said. "But, she also loves her job, and she gets to work with Jonas. She is happy. So we should be happy for her."

"So, how are you and Preston doing?" Bex asks. "He's at a conference with his campaign managers right now." Macey said sounding bored. "Yeah, I heard he is running for president." Bex said smiling. "How will you handle being first lady?" Macey snorts. "Well I know for sure, I'm not going to let this country drive itself to ruins. Honestly, the fashion industry in Maine is literally going to make me cry." Bex laughed.  "Oh, by the way Bex, Cammie wanted to see you about something. Said it was important." "Any clue what it is?"Bex questioned. "I guess you'll have to wait and see!" Macey said mischievously. Macey hangs up. Bex turns around and jogs back to her apartment. Only to find someone else is already there.

"Cammie!!!!" Bex squeals, forgetting, for once, to be the cold calculating operative she was trained to be. She ran to her best friend, giving her a bone-crushing hug. "Bex..." Cammie gasped. "Bex....can't......BREATHE!" Bex quickly let go of her friend and stepped back. "Sorry." Bex said. "Are you alright?" "I am now." Cammie said, wincing. "I've had worse." "Not that I'm not glad to see you, but,  why are you here?" Bex asked cautiously. "Has something happened?" "Actually, yes." Cammie said. Looking Bex straight in the eye, she said with hint of a smile, "Pack your bags, we're going to Langley." "What?!" Bex said, astonished. "But, I'm with MI6... and that's CIA business..."  Cammie shook her head, smiling. "The director has already spoken with the head of MI6, and has given his consent for you to come." "Why, though?"Bex asked suddenly suspicious. "She thinks you should branch out (A/N: The head of MI6 is a woman )" "And by branching out you mean....." Bex said, eyes narrowed. "You get to work with MMMMMEEEEE!" Cammie said,giving Bex a hug.

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Grant POV: 

She's here. She's actually here. I can't believe it! Bex is back. God, I've missed her so much. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to act? "I think you've punished the punching bag enough, don't you think?" Said a voice behind me. "Hey Zack." Sound cool and collected. Come on Grant, pull yourself together. I went to stand beside him. "Did you hear? Bex is joining CIA" Zack said, searching my face for any signs of emotion. "Yeah. Cool." I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But this was the guy I had roomed with through out my high school years and he knew me too well. "What's up." Zack said. I gave up the tough act. "It's just, I haven't seen Bex in so long... not since Mumbai." I said, letting the thing I had been thinking about all week come out of my mouth. Stupid, Grant. Letting your heart take over your mouth. "I'm sure she won't forgive you for getting shot to save her." Zach said sarcastically. "She was so upset. She was CRYING. I have never ever seen Bex Baxter CRY." Grant said. "She was worried about you." Zack said in a "duh" tone. "I made her show weakness. She will never forgive me for that." Grant hung his head.

 "I've been avoiding her." Zach shoved me. "Man up. You are avoiding a girl? What's happened to you?" "No Zach, he was avoiding a Gallagher Girl." Said a new voice. Both boys jumped and looked around. Cammie dropped from the air vent to land lightly in front of them. "You, of all people, should know that by now." "Yes, my beautiful, amazing, wife." Zach said meekly. Bex dropped to the ground behind Cammie. Grant felt  his face go red. How much had she heard?! Grant didn't want to find out. "You know, I just realized, ....left something... in my room" Grant stuttered. His face was climbing the levels of red by the second. He raced out. "Damn it, and you call yourself a spy. That lie was pathetic." Bex said. She stood in front of him. " How did you..." Bex smiled and pointed to herself "Gallagher Girl." Grant suddenly realized  that they were alone in the corridor. Bex looked gorgeous as always. She wore a black biker vest, and purple leggings. Minimal makeup. Bex was amazingly simple yet beautiful. That was one of the things he loved about her.  "Listen Bex...." Grant trailed off, not knowing what to say. Bex's watch pinged. She glanced down at it. "Sorry, I've got to go. See you around, Newman." Bex said, giving him a wolfish grin, she turned on her heel and walked away. Grant's own phone pinged. A text from Jonas: "Meet U in 10 min @ headquarters" Grant turned and walked towards the conference room. His talk with the British Bombshell would have to wait.

(A/N : Good? Bad? I need feedback. My first time doing a Gallagher story. Let me know if you think I should continue with this one! Thanks! - Ari)