Bex's P.O.V.

He stared at me, eyes hollow and haunted as we looked out over the lit up city. We were somewhere in Europe, not that either of us cared. It was just another city that she wasn't in. Staring back, I couldn't help but notice the bags under his eyes, the slight stubble coming in and the way his face was so drawn out. Walking into the room, I took in Macey's disheveled hair, her face void of makeup and Liz's exhaustion clear on her face as she continued to furiously scour journal after journal, just praying for one more clue. It was clear we were running out of time. Everyone was exhausted, this fight was taking more out of all of us than we would ever admit, but we wouldn't stop. Not until we find her.

"Tomorrow we leave." Zach stated, his voice worn and emotionless as he made his way to the twin bed closest to the door.

Walking toward him, I crawled into bed, feeling secure for that single moment as he wrapped his arms around me, comforting me. It was impossible to deny, over the last few months as we've traveled the world, searching for the girl with the dishwater hair and bright blue eyes, I'd fallen for the mysterious dark haired, emerald eyed boy. But one look at him and it was clear he would never love anyone but her. You could see it in his eyes. The way he'd stare at every girl that even slightly resembled her, the way he'd go for a walk and return with glassy, red eyes but mainly in the way he didn't seem to care about himself anymore, he'd die if that was what it took to make sure she was safe. He loved her more than himself, and I knew, no matter how long she was gone and I was his rock, I'd never be her.

Cammie's P.O.V-

"Just give it up Cameron, this is the end of the road for you." Catherine's voice echoed off the cement walls as I stared at the ground, refusing to look at her. I couldn't. It was over, there was nothing left to fight for. My father was dead, my friends had moved on by now and my family had each other, I was ready to give up. "Oh come on Cammie darling, look at your mother in law, wouldn't want to be rude now would we?"

Slowly dragging my eyes up her figure, I found I wasn't afraid of the gun she had aimed directly at my forehead, but as my eyes met hers, everything changed. Those emerald green eyes stared at me, but for once they weren't filled with love and mystery and the deepest urge to protect me. Because they weren't his. Instead they were filled with joy and malice as she realized she had me exactly where she wanted me. But she had made one crucial mistake. In that moment when my eyes met hers, it brought back every thought of him and gave me one last reason to fight. If I couldn't fight for myself, I'd fight for him and if she won, I'd let him know that I died fighting for him.

"Drop the gun Catherine." Ordered a voice I'd never thought I'd hear again. Slowly turning, refusing to take her eyes off of me, the great Catherine Goode flinched in fear as she came face to face with one of the greatest spies ever.

"Well, well, well, Joe Solomon here once again to save the day." She commented, laughing slightly as she regained her composure. "Me and Cammie here are just having a nice little chat, weren't we Cammie darling?" She asked, turning back to face me completely, cocking the gun. But that was all it took and Mr. Solomon had her pinned to the wall with the gun across the room. Gathering all the strength I could muster, I forced myself up, grabbing the gun and limping toward the door. Glancing behind me, I watched as he slapped a patch on her, knocking her out before lifting me over his shoulder and jogging out of the cement room.

"Wh-why didn't you kill her?" I asked, trying to remain conscious as my worries finally began to fade.

"Because Miss. Morgan, you better than anyone should know that killing Catherine won't stop the Circle and once upon a time, she was a lovely woman and sometimes even the best spies let their feelings take over once in a while."

As the words escaped his mouth, I felt myself clutching tighter to him as my world fell to darkness around me.

Zach's P.O.V.-

Walking down the crowded Italian streets, I couldn't help but do a double take on every girl that even slightly resembled her. It was becoming clear that Bex was beginning to develop feelings for me but I knew deep down she loved Grant. And I knew that she was completely aware that Cammie was my entire reason for existing.

*Beep beep beep*

Startled out of my thoughts, I pulled the emergency pre-paid phone from my pocket, staring in shock at the text from the last person I'd expected to hear from.

Meet me at the cabin. All of you. And remember, expect the unexpected. –S.

Jogging back to the hotel, it didn't take long to get the girls packed and book a flight to the cabin. If Solomon was calling for us, it had to be serious. He was one of the only people to know we were searching for the Chameleon and the last person to interrupt such an important mission. But he was also the only person none of us would question.

Double-checking for traps, and making sure the coast was clear, I made my way into the log cabin, almost fainting at the sight that lay before me.

Her hair was shorter, tangled and greasy as it hung in knots and clumps around her face. Scars and cuts lined her arms and legs, burn marks scattered throughout. Her face was sunken in, her cheeks hollow and bruised, her eyes swollen and purple. She was thinner than ever, her ribs showing clear through her thin shirt.

"Cammie.." The word caught in my throat as I forced myself to choke it out, watching in disbelief as she turned to face me, slowly pushing herself off the couch and throwing herself into my arms, her frail arms locking around my neck. Holding her gently, afraid I would break her, I couldn't help but let a tear escape as I realized she was actually here and safe in my arms and I didn't have to worry anymore. She was back.

Bex's P.O.V-

I watched as Cammie flung herself into Zach's arms and he clung to her as if she was his life line which I guess in a way, she was. There was no telling how much longer Zach would've held it together if he hadn't found her. I knew I was happy, I could feel it radiating throughout my body. She was here, she was safe and we had our sister back. There was no more endless searching or dead end clues. Cammie was home. But the way Zach was staring at her made my stomach twist.

"Hey Cam.." I whispered, opening my arms for her as she walked toward me, burying her head in my shoulder as I stroked her hair. I was having mixed feelings, but there was no denying that having Cammie back was worth it all. There's nothing I wouldn't do to keep my sister by my side. I knew he loved her, I'd known since the beginning, I just wish I would've known what we had was ending so soon. I wish I would've had a chance to say good-bye to the Cammie we knew, but more than anything, I wish I would've had a chance to say good-bye to the Zach he was when he was with me.

WELLLLLLL, I KNOW I'VE BEEN AWAY FOR A WHILE, BUT I PROMISE IM GOING TO WORK ON GALLAGHER ACADEMY FOR TROUBLED TEENS AND IM REALLY FEELING THIS STORY SO COULD YOU GUYS PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK? Thank you so much 3