Just Above A Whisper

A cold winter breeze blew through the icy New York air, twirling snowflakes, causing women to tighten their scarves and men to flip up their collars.

A young woman sat on a park bench, newspaper in hand raised so that no passer-goers could see her face. Of course, if they did, they would know exactly who she is.

She had stark black hair that was currently covered by a maroon beret, and piercing blue eyes that could make any child fall in love with her and any man to feel intimidated.

Sure, the civilians couldn't see her face to know who she was. But if they could they'd see that she was the Ohio state Senator's daughter.

And her name is Macey McHenry.

"Thanks for showing up," a smooth voice told Macey. Another woman seated herself next to the beauty.

The newest arrival was dressed warmly, wearing a camel colored pea coat, trousers, and patent leather high heels. She had light brown hair that hung to the middle of her back and plain blue-green eyes. Any civilian that passed by, wouldn't remember her in the following five minutes, but she didn't mind. After all, it's what she was trained for. After all, they didn't call her The Chameleon for nothing.

"I wouldn't miss it for my life," Macey promised her, "But Cam, what are you going to do?"

The plain-looking girl shook her head, "I don't know Mace, I really don't know. I wasn't supposed to get pregnant!" she sobbed, tears running down her flawless face silently. Macey dropped the newspaper and brought Cammie in for a tight embrace.

"Talk to me Cams. I'll be here for you the whole step of the way, but you need to tell me." Macey rubbed soothing circles into her back, and Cammie pulled away, wiping the trailing tears off of her face.

"It- it happened on the mission I was on three weeks ago. We were drunk, really drunk. And it all happened so fast. I didn't mean for it to happen, I really didn't." Cammie sobbed again, "Macey what am I going to do?"

Macey wiped some of Cammie's tears away and then held her by the shoulders.

"Look Cam. I don't know what you're going to have to do or what decisions you'll have to make, but I do know what you need to do first."

Cammie glanced at her, "What?"

Macey swallowed, looked away, and then back at Cammie, "You need to tell Zach."

"Tell me what Cammie? That you're pregnant? More specifically, with another man's child?"

A young man stood twenty feet away leaning against a tall pine tree, watching the two women on the bench.

Cammie wiped her eyes once again and spoke with a scratchy, tired voice, "Zach."

Zach walked towards the two women and only stopped when he stood a foot in front of them.

"So, when were you planning on telling me, Cammie? Next week? Next month? After the kid's born?" Zach sounded upset, angry even. But if a person listened closely, the could hear the sorrow and regret. Both of the women could hear it.

"Zach, I-," Cammie started.

"Save it Cammie. If you want to start sleeping around and acting like such a-," He got cut off.

"Now you look here, Goode. Cammie is my best friend and sister. If you even think you have the balls to put her down, you better watch where you sleep at night, because I will hunt you down and castrate you. Slowly."

Macey's nostrils flared and her eyes lit up like flames, but she wasn't quite finished yet.

"You know, I used to think you and Cammie were perfect for each other. Now I'm starting to rethink that. The least you could do is be supportive and help her through this, whether it's your child or not! She's your fiancée for Pete's sake!"

Zach started to look wary throughout Macey's little rant, but by the end he had his eyes trained on the ends of his shoes.

He then looked up, straight at Cammie, "She's right. I'm sorry, I'm just-,"

"Upset. I know," Cammie finished for him, a slight smile on her face.

Hesitantly, glancing at Macey from the corner of his eyes, he walked over to Cammie and put an arm around her shoulders.

Cammie shivered as the radiologist squeezed blue gel onto her slowly- but- surely rounded belly. Zach and Macey sat to her left, Zach clutching her hand as Macey stroked her hair in reassurance.

The radiologist gently placed the ultrasound on Cammie's stomach, and before long an image appeared on the monitor.

"What the hell is that?" Zach asked dumbly and Cammie and Macey snickered.

The doctor turned to Zach, eyebrows raised, "That is your child, Mr. Goode. Or at least I'm suspecting it's your child?"

Cammie cut in with a shaky laugh, "Well, you see Doc, that was something we were hoping to discuss with you. We'd like to run a DNA test, and this is a CIA hospital…"

"Of course. DNA testing will be issued immediately. Now, onto the sex. Would you like to know what gender your child is?"

"Yes," Zach and Cammie answered in unison while Macey said, "Duh."

The radiologist grinned, "Well, Ms. Morgan, Mr. Goode and er- Ms. McHenry… It appears that you will be having a baby girl.

Cammie and Macey grinned at each other.

Zach's eyebrows pulled together, "Are you sure Doc? I could've sworn that was a penis!"

The doctor rolled her eyes.

Eight months later, Cammie waddled through the kitchen of the apartment she and Zach shared. She was balancing a plate holding a burrito on her now very rounded stomach as the phone rang, causing her the jump, spilling the plate onto the floor with a loud crash.

Man, I'm losing my touch, she thought.

"You okay Cams?" Zach called from their bedroom as the phone rang again.

"I'm fine," she mumbled as she reached for the phone, answering it.

"Hello?"

Her conversation continued until she said, "Really? Okay. Thank you." And then she hung up, sitting herself in one of the kitchen chairs, clutching her head in her hands, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Zach walked in, immediately coming to Cammie's aid after seeing the state she was in.

"Cammie. Sweetheart, what is it?"

She looked up at him, her face haggard as she replied,

"It's the baby, Zach. It's- it's not yours."

Sooo, continue?