Heyyy everyone! This is the sequel to GG5: To Spy or Not to Spy! So, if you haven't read that first, this won't make any sense! The theme song for the whole story will be "The Only Exception" by Paramore. If you listen to it, it makes sense with two of the couples in the story. Maybe you can guess?

Spies don't cry. Spies don't show emotion, for the greater good of the mission. It shows you have a weakness, and the enemy could use it to their advantage. All the real spies I know are experts at this. Unfortunately, I'm not.

For the rest of Winter Break, I sat in my room and cried. I tried to hold it all in, but I couldn't. I'm just a seventeen year old girl, after all. I hugged Sir Walsingham, the stuffed dog I got from Zach at the carnival. I never left my room. I just…couldn't. Zach…knew. He knew what he had to do. It was either going to be me or him in the end. He had to kill me, or he would die. His mother would probably have him tortured to death of something else equally cruel. But I couldn't kill Zach. I wouldn't kill him. I would find a way for both of us to live, and be happy.

Winter break finally ended, and Gallagher Academy was on CODE RED. Girls were arriving from all over the world, with their parents, some of them who didn't know that this was a school for spies. I walked slowly down the stairs from my suite to the Grand Foyer. My mom, aunt, and Mr. Solomon had given me space over the break. They had a feeling what happened. Speaking of Mr. Solomon, he's back to being the CoveOps teacher. My aunt is leaving to do stuff for Langley. Which meant my mom and Mr. Solomon awkwardness every single day. Yay. If he started joining us for our Sunday dinners, then I'd think I'd try and run away again.

I watched my sisters arrive from the shadows. My mom was greeting all the parents, Mr. Solomon by her side, his arm around her waist. GAG ME. My aunt was leaving after all the girls arrived. Her suitcases were packed, and she was saying goodbye to students, most of them tackling her into hugs, and introducing her to their parents. I counted at least ten father's staring at my aunt after she walked away. GAG ME x2.

"CAMMIE!" A voice rang out from behind me, and I turned away to see Liz, dressed in Gallagher Girl uniform, standing with two adults who looked similar to her. Her parents. Wow, no duh, Cammie. I've never met Liz's parents. I just knew that they didn't know about the whole spy thing. Her mother was short, also, with blonde hair that went to her shoulders, and blue eyes. Her father was tall, with light brown hair, a little overweight, and a friendly smile.

"Liz!" I smiled, and hugged her. Her parents smiled awkwardly.

"Cammie, these are my parents. Mom, Dad, this is one of my best friends, Cammie. Her mom is the Headmistress."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet both of you." I grinned, making Madame Dabney proud.

"Oh, the pleasure is ours, Cammie." Mrs. Sutton smiled, hugging me. "Lizzie talks about you all the time!" Liz started to blush. "You, Macey, and Bex. I hope to meet them, too."

"The school is amazing, Cammie. It's so…prestigious." Mr. Sutton said, gazing around the Grand Foyer, which was now packed with parents. Liz and I shared a look.

"Thank you, Mr. Sutton." I smiled.

"Well, we must get going, Lizzie, dear. We'll see you soon, alright?" Mrs. Sutton said, her eyes glazing over in tears. She hugged her daughter tightly, for at least two minutes, while Mr. Sutton and I stood their awkwardly. Mr. Sutton hugged Liz after she had to basically push her mother off of her. Mrs. Sutton was about to cry.

"We love you, Lizzie." Mr. Sutton said, before he led Mrs. Sutton outside. She was sniffling.

"I love you, too!" Liz called, sighed, and turned to me. "Aren't they lovely?"

"Liz, their…cute." I laughed.

"We're those your parents, Liz?" Macey asked from behind us. We turned around, and she looked utterly confused, sunglasses perched on the top of her head, even though it was winter. And cloudy.

"Uh, yeah. What gave it away?" Liz laughed, and we hugged her.

"The southern accent and overall blonde-ness." Macey shrugged. A lot of the parents started filtering out, leaving a huge mass of Gallagher Girls left, and some of the parents that were spies.

"Where's Bex?" I wondered.

"MUM, DAD! You honestly DON'T have to come in! I'll be fine!" A voice with a heavy British accent whined.

"It's a crime to say goodbye to our only daughter?" Mrs. Baxter asked.

"And I want to say hello to everyone!" Mr. Baxter agreed.

"You two are too bloody convincing." Bex grumbled, stalking into Gallagher Academy, her parents following her.

"Hey, Mrs. Baxter. Mr. Baxter." Macey waved, grinning, as Bex walked over to us.

"Merry Christmas." Bex smiled, her attitude changing as she hugged us.

"Why are your parents here?" I laughed.

"They wanted to see the school. And say hello to all their friends." Bex snapped, and I looked over her shoulder to see Mrs. Baxter hugging my mother, and Mr. Baxter smiling, talking to Mr. Solomon. By then, the Grand Foyer was empty of parents, except for the Baxter's. All the girls stood in huddles, talking about their Christmases.

"Okay, ladies, you can go to your rooms." My mom said, turning on her Headmistress mode, and all the girls except for me, Liz, Bex, and Macey went upstairs, laughing and chatting. "I guess we can turn this off." She said, and her finger was about to press the button that turned off the CODE RED, when a Lincoln Town Car came rumbling up the driveway. Two people got out of the car as it pulled to a stop in front of the gates. The first was a tall, wealthy looking man with dark grey hair, in a tailored Italian suit. He looked intimidating. The second was a petite woman, who had a short, dark bob and was wearing a St. John's suit. I could hear their voices from outside.

"Oh, look at the hedges! So perfectly groomed. We MUST get the number of the landscapers from Rachel." The woman observed. As they walked in, my eyes almost popped out of my head.

"Grandmother? Grandfather?" I wondered, trying to remember if they were actually my mom's parents.

"Cameron! My, you have grown up!" Grandfather smiled, hugging me.

"Oh, Cameron! You look so well. We haven't seen you in ages." Grandmother sighed, hugging me quickly.

"Why are you here?" I wondered.

"We were in town, and we figured we'd stop by." Grandfather flashed a quick, rare grin.

"Grandmother, Grandfather, these are my friends, Elizabeth, Macey, and Rebecca." I said, being as proper as I could.

"It's a pleasure." Grandmother grinned, her smile seeming utterly fake.

"Mom? Dad?" My mother wondered, confused.

"Rachel, darling! How good it is to see you again!" My Grandfather cried, hugging my mother.

"Oh, you look lovely, Rachel." Grandmother smiled, wrapping her daughter in a hug.

"And who is this?" Grandfather asked, looking at Mr. Solomon.

"Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Joe." I threw up a bit in my mouth, and Bex and Macey snickered.

"It's very nice to finally meet you." Mr. Solomon grinned, and my Grandmother grinned right back. GAG ME x3.

"It's nice to meet you, as well." Grandmother said, shaking his hand.

"And these are my friends, Grace and Abe Baxter. Rebecca's their daughter." My mom said in a tone that would make Madame Dabney proud.

"It's nice to meet you." Mr. Baxter said, shaking their hands.

"We've heard so much about you." Mrs. Baxter agreed.

"The pleasure's all ours." Grandfather said. He turned to the only remaining person in the room. My Aunt Abby.

"And you are…?" My Grandmother wondered.

"Abby?" My aunt replied, smiling, but their was no joy in her voice. They still looked confused. "Your daughter?" She reminded them.

"Oh, God, Abigail, I didn't recognize you." My Grandfather said, frowning. There were no hugs, no 'I'm so happy to see you!'. I could feel the tension rising.

"Why are you here, Abigail? I would've thought you were off…somewhere else." Grandmother wondered, obviously disapproving.

"I spent Christmas with Rachel and Cam." Abby said slowly.

"Oh." Was all my Grandfather could muster up. "I thought you'd be off partying and drinking in Berlin's Red-Light district."

"Just because I see you anymore doesn't mean that I don't care about the rest of my family." My aunt snapped back.

"Abigail, do you realize how much we were frowned upon in society after you pulled that little stint?" Grandmother argued.

"I'm sorry you're so ashamed of me." Abby said sarcastically.

"We gave you no reason to act out when you were growing up. We were kind, and considerate, and you were just selfish and rude in return." Grandfather said coldly, straightening his tie.

"I was the one who was selfish and rude? You were the ones who ignored me for most of my life." Abby reminded them in disbelief.

"We had other priorities, and you failed to accept that." Grandmother replied.

"You left for parties and left me alone all the time. You didn't come to any of my ceremonies at school. You didn't even congratulate me when I was awarded by the state of New York for my academic accomplishments! You just reminded me that I was the one who accidently gave the fish too much food, and he died."

"You have always been irresponsible, Abigail. You've always been cold, and mean, and unreliable. You acted out because you always want to be the center of attention." Grandfather said sternly.

"I just wanted you to love me." Aunt Abby said quietly, tears glazing over her eyes.

"Have you ever met yourself, Abigail?" Grandmother said icily.

"I just don't understand…how you loved Rachel so much more than you love me." Abby murmured.

"Rachel is a perfect daughter, and you are far from it." Grandfather said angrily.

"Dad, stop it!" My mother warned them, sadly. "Abby IS perfect. There's just the matter of the…" Her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip.

"Of the what, Rachel?" Grandmother wondered.

"The baby." Abby interrupted, her voice shaking. "I'm…pregnant." My grandparents looked at each other, not bothering to hide their anger.

"Do you know how embarrassing this is for the family, Abigail? When everyone finds out our daughter is pregnant without getting married first, we'll be the laughing stock of Pittsford!" Grandfather roared, and my aunt started to cry. "Who's the father, anyway? Probably some one-night stand of yours."

"Joe." She choked out. Mr. and Mrs. Baxter looked at each other, confused. Macey, Bex, and Liz's jaws dropped open. Oh, I forgot: They didn't know about the whole pregnancy drama.

"This is so upsetting, Abigail. You had an affair with your sister's boyfriend? How rotten are you?" Grandmother scolded.

"Actually, I got her pregnant before I started dating Rachel…" Mr. Solomon murmured awkwardly.

"Abigail, you are a disgrace to the Cameron family name." Grandfather replied sternly.

"I'm your daughter!" Abby protested.

"You are no daughter of ours." Grandmother sniveled.

"Good. Because I don't want to be." Aunt Abby bit back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Rachel, we came to say goodbye. We're leaving on a World Cruise tomorrow, and I'm afraid we won't be back for a long while." Grandfather said, turning his attention away from Abby to my mother.

"Well, goodbye." My mother said hastily, obviously angry. Mr. Solomon nodded softly at them.

"Goodbye, Cameron." Grandmother smiled. I nodded, frowning at them. Grandfather gave me a look, reminding me to be polite.

"Goodbye, Grandmother. Grandfather." I said sharply. They both left scowling. A tense silence followed. How could my grandparents be so cruel to their own daughter? The first one to break the silence was Mrs. Baxter.

"Abby, you're pregnant?" She wondered quietly. My aunt nodded through her silent tears.

"Holy shit." Macey murmured.

"And the father is…Joe?" Mr. Baxter wondered. My aunt nodded solemnly.

"Holy shit times two." Bex said in disbelief. Mrs. Baxter went over and hugged my aunt. Mr. Baxter looked between my mom and Mr. Solomon, deeply confused. One of the janitors came into the room, my aunt's luggage in hand.

"Ms. Cameron? The car is waiting outside." He reminded her, nodding towards the CIA certified Rolls Royce outside.

"You're leaving already?" My mother wondered, hugging my aunt tightly.

"I need to go to Langley…work some things out. And go murder Jai Wilcox." Abby laughed. Mr. Solomon hugged her for a long time.

"Are you okay?" He wondered softly. She smiled, and nodded.

"Believe me, I'm fine." My aunt smiled. She walked by my friends and I, and smiled.

"See you around, squirt." She flashed a quick smile, and was out the door.

"So…" Liz said awkwardly.

"She doesn't want me to help raise the baby." Joe said softly, watching Abby walk to the car, and speed off down the driveway.

"That's absurd, Joe. Of course she wants you to help raise the baby!" Mrs. Baxter insisted.

"She really doesn't." My mother sighed.

"Well, we better get going." Mr. Baxter murmured quietly. "We'll see you soon, Bex, alright?" Bex nodded, still trying to figure out how Abby could be pregnant.

"Tell Abby I'll be calling her." Mrs. Baxter said solemnly, and the Baxter's left. My mom and Mr. Solomon both sighed, heading off to their respective rooms to freshen up before the Welcome Back dinner.

"CAMMIE! You didn't tell us Abby was pregnant!" Macey yelled.

"She made it clear she didn't want anyone else to know." I insisted.

"And Mr. Solomon's the father? DRAMA." Bex giggled.

"Shut up, Bex! She's obviously upset she's having a baby!" Liz glared at her. I sighed. What a lovely way to start my last semester at Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Woman.