~ Cammie's POV ~

Cammie squinted as to see why the room was full of so much light. The window was open, the sun beamed through and the birds sang. It couldnt have been more peaceful. After she gave herself a minute to come around she realised she was wrapped in Zach's arms, naked. She took a deep breathe. Zach moaned then strech as he did so his muscles flexed. "Morning, sleeping beauty" he said as he kissed her cheek. "hmm. Morning Zach." Zach's eyes searched Cammie's asif to find some sort of regret but she didn't regret it and neither did he. She took a sip of water and sat up in bed. She put her long, beach-waved, dirty blonde hair in a high pony tail and grabbed Zach's shirt and tie, she wore them like a dressing-gown. Zach's emerald eyes gazed upon her.
"I'm taking a shower, don't come in." Zach grabbed his case and put on some fresh pants. He let his fingers brush through his hair as he walked over to the bacony remembering how everything about those few days had been perfect and how she had to leave today and visit her grandparents in Nebraska. He hated the thought of not being with her or being able to protect her, but it was a three square mile ranch in the middle of nowhere, that nobody had ever heard off, she didn't need protecting out there. But thought still shook him up. He grabbed a glass of orange juice and relexed as he watching Cammie potter around the hotel room singing under her breathe whilst thinking no one could hear her.

A few hours passed

"Zach! The taxi's here. I'll meet you down there okay?" "If you just wait, I'll be out in a second."
"Ugh, what is he just drives away, I'm going." Cammie shouted as she hastily ran down the stairs. She climbed into the taxi and said "I'm so sorry sir, my boyfriend will be along in any second he's just there on the stairs, see?" but the driver just smirked and drove away. Cammie tried to act calm after all the was a spy in training, but when a man crawled through the seets from the boot and into the back of the car. she broke the window and was about to jump out but as the man injected her with a thick, green substance she fell heavily sidated.

~ Zach's POV ~

(Two and a half weeks for searching for Cammie the girls and Zach return to the mansion to alert the schools faculty members.)

*Phone rings*
"Mr. Goode?"
"Director?"
"I'm sorry to be the one to inform you that late last night we recieved the news that Miss. Morgan was K.I.A. I believe you too were close, Im sorry for your loss."
He heard the phone start to beep as his hand slowly left his face .His phone hit the floor. Stuggling to breathe he drooped to his bed, cowering in shock. Cammie was good. Too good to be dead, was this someone's idea of sick and twisted prank. Hours rolled by him even without even realising.

~ Bex's POV ~

"Hey Lizzie, How are you?" "I don't know Bex. It hasnt really sunk in yet. Is she really gone?" Bex nodded though still thinking that at any moment Cammie and Mace would walk through the door in tow, laughing and rolling her eyes at some outfit Macey has forced upon her.
"Ladies." Macey said entering the room without the usual spring in her step. Without Cammie at her side.
"Does Rachel know?" Asked Liz, stuttering on her words. Bex and Macey nodded in unison. "How is.." Liz cleared her throat "How is Zach tacking it" "Zach is... Zach isnt taking it so well."
"Is he helping with the... uhm the funeral?" Ask Macey, fiddling with her thumbs. "He said he would" Answered Bex. "But?" "But i dont think it would be to healthy for him." An uncomfortable silence filled the air as a weak knock on the dorm door occured. It took a minute for anyone to react to the knock but Macey stood up to answer it. Maceys arm swung to left asif to welcome the slobish boy who slouched in the doorway. The boy who had had his everything taken away from him. His confidence, his charm, his famous smirk, the sparkle in his eye and the girl that put the twinkle there. Though he still had his boy-ish goodlooks that to him were useless without his 'gallagher girl' to look good for. "Zach" Bex got up to hug him "No offence but you look like hell, are you sure you want to help?" he tried to smirk away the tear that filled in his eye as he lay upon her bed. "Is her mother helping" his voice broke "with the funeral" "She already had to plan a funeral for her husband, i dont particulally think she can stand to plan her daughters" "She'd want to be with her Matthew" Zach croaked.
"Sorry?" Liz said. "Cammie, she'd want to be buried with her dad." Zach buried his head "And roses, she liked white, pink and yellow roses. She said the red ones were too cliche"