A/N I don't own any of the Gallagher Girls Series:

I really enjoyed the series and wanted to know what happened next to I'd thought I'd make it up, so I'm going to start where the last book left off, only the good spy young, just so you'd know.

Enjoy! =]

Cammie's POV:

I lay on the lumpy bed, staring at the ceiling, worrisome thoughts whirling around my head. I had the left the only family and home that I had ever known. With a sigh I got up and stared at out the window, the harbour bridge stared back proving that I was really in Australia, that I had really flown 15230 km over the Pacific Ocean into this foreign country! There was no turning back. If I returned it would cause too big a turmoil, probably big enough for The Circle to find my location and kidnap me. But in this unfamiliar country I would be at a disadvantage as the people who had gotten me out of danger countless times before weren't going to be here to save me this time. Where my own skills enough to protect me?

At least Zach was here. In fact he was the one, who had suggested the whole 'running away idea', but I knew next to nothing about the guy, and the facts that I did know weren't very reassuring. His mum was an ex-Gallagher-Girl-turned-member-of-the-circle, and he went to the Blackthorn School for Boys that I recently discovered was NOT really a detention facility for delinquent boys but was actually a training camp for assassins. YES ASSASSINS! But he had saved my life numerous times so I could probably trust him. At that moment his head poked from around the door.

"I ordered room service you can come eat if you're hungry." I was too busy agonising over my decision but now that he mentioned, my stomach was grumbling aggregately.

I turned from the window and made my way to his room, my stomach grumbling all the way. He eyed it amusedly.

"Are you really that hungry or are you constipated?" I glared at him with as much dignity as someone with a grumbling stomach could muster. His room looked exactly like mine except his was in pristine condition, neat stacks of clothes on a immaculately made bed, (they hold neatness in high regard in Blackthorne boys) on the table there the burgers and fries, not exactly crème brulee but it'll have to do. I sat down on the black padded stool and dug in.

When we had consumed the last oil-soaked french fries I wondered aloud "What are we going to do?"

Maybe voicing my worries would help my anxiety. To my surprise, Zach's face lit up into a mischievous grin.

"Since we're in a new exotic country, why not see what it offers?"

"You mean go SIGHTSEEING? Like a tourist?" I cried. How irresponsible was this plan? We needed to take steps to make sure that we are impossible to track down.

"Why not? Maybe you don't like to explore new places but I do." He replied calmly

"If we travel like tourists, we'll be too easy to track down!" I argued.

"Thousands of tourists visit Australia every year. Two teenagers aren't that noticeable, especially now since it's the holiday season. After the season is over we might enrol in a local high school or something, who knows?

"But what about money? You can't survive without money anywhere" I cried hopelessly, clutching my face with despair. Zach reached over the little glass table we had been sharing, and squeezed my shoulders comfortingly.

"We're going to be OK." he assured me. I looked up at his composed, entertained face.

"How? Exactly how are we going to survive in this world with no money? This is crazy! Maybe we should just let the circle catch me, then my friends and family will be safe!"

"Come on don't talk like that, I have a bank account with all my savings, that my mum doesn't know about we'll get by fine you'll see! We can also get jobs!"

He sounded so sure I was starting to feel a little better. But later that night when I was curled up under the cheap sheets I was still worrying; I mean we were in a foreign country for Christ's sake! We didn't know anyone here, but Zach was right, turning back was not an option now the only way was forward so worrying about everything was not going to help, we would have to cross our bridges when we came to them, maybe even literally.

The next morning the sun shone through the flimsy curtains onto my sleepy eyes leaving a kaleidoscope of reds. Ugh! Shouldn't no school mean no more mornings? But here I was awake at the early hour of six? Now there was no way I could sink into my blissful dreams of life before I knew the existence of the circle. Sigh. I may as well get up and try and look decent. Let me tell you bed head did NOT look attractive on me, no matter what position I sleep in.

When I saw my reflection I received a horrible shock; my hair was sticking up in strange brown knots and I had dark circles under my eyes and because I cried myself to sleep, my face was now covered in swollen red splotches. I unearthed my make-up bag from my suit-case and got to work. I used concealer on my eyes and red splotches and brushed some 'sweetheart pink' colour onto my pale cheeks. I chose a neutral eye shadow to disguise my tired looking eyes and brown mascara. O.k. good now I looked halfway human, I could go out of my room and eat breakfast.

Zach was already at the 'breakfast buffet' dressed and smelling wonderful (I still couldn't find some soap that smelt like him!) as usual, chewing on some raisin toast. As my stomach still hadn't settled from jet lag I opted for a bowl of porridge.

"You look tired" Zach commented as I sat down.

"I couldn't sleep." I replied.

"Worrying as usual? We'll be fine, you worry way too much for a chameleon" he teased. I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue instead I continued swallowing the bland concoction in front of me.

Business was the only way I was going to was the only way I was even going to have a chance at not staring stupidly at his chiselled features, his deep green eyes flecked with gold so business it was going to be.

"O.K. so today's timetable: we're going to withdraw money from your bank account go and look for apartments and bye our necessities."

"Yeah yeah yeah, you're so uptight we need to be careful but we also need to blend in, we should also probably get enrolled in the nearest high school."

Zach was right I was being too edgy and uptight. I'd have to try and act as normal as possible now that was going to be hard, I could dismantle a bomb in 30 seconds but be normal? That was tough.

Hhhhmmm… School, all Gallagher girls were taught how to forge documents, genuine looking documents were crucial when spies took on another identity. So if the forms did need parent signatures we could easily make up one then, forge it every time forms needed to be signed. We would probably have to find jobs too, although not the high qualification jobs that we were really capable of but normal high-schooler-extra-pocket-money-jobs. Maybe waitress or babysitter? The real problem though was parent interview nights. But I guess we would deal with that when the need arose. It seemed that Zach had thought thoroughly about this 'escape' plan and it might just work! I started getting the giddy adrenaline pump that I normally experienced before a cove ops mission.