Gallagher Girls: 12 years later

by rachelreader98

12 years after graduation, Zach and Cammie are working as free agents worldwide. Bex is still at MI6, and Macey now works part time with secret service and spends the rest of her hours creating spy-tech with Liz. Rachel and Joe are happily married, and continue to work together at the new Gallagher Academy. Abby and Edward married as well, and have a 5 year old daughter.

1. Chapter 1: Cammie

Chapter One – Cammie

When I wake, I don't panic. My wrists and ankles are bound to a cold metal chair with a thick rope. The cellar is fifteen feet long and fifteen feet wide. There is a set of stairs that lead to a metal door. "Think, Cammie, Think," I tell myself. How did I get here? Where is Zach? Who is holding me? I try to remember. The last thing that I remember is introducing myself to Hakim Ketab. That's right, Zach and I were undercover.

I can dwell on that later but I need to get out of here. I notice they took all my weapons and my jacket. Amateurs. I click the left heel of my shoes twice on the hard ground and a short, sharp blade pops out. Thank you, Liz and Macey, for blending fashion and spy gear together. I am able to use my feet and the blade to start cutting the knot out. It takes me a good ten minutes, but they are free.

As soon as I kick the rope off my feet, the door opens. Light pours into the room, and I see a man appear. Profile him. Black male, 5'11", about 180 pounds. Not seeming to notice I am halfway free, he casually walks down the steps and says. "Bonjour, Mademoiselle." From his accent, I can tell he lives in the French Maghreb, so Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, or Mauritania. I reply, "Bonjour…"

"Monsieur Djaout," he finished my sentence with his name.

"Ah, Bonjour Monsieur Djaout. Pouvez-vous me dire pourquoi je suis ici?" I ask him why I am here.

"Je suis désolé, je ne peux vous dire que maintenant." He tells me he's sorry but he can't. Liar.

"Non, Je suis désolé." No, I am sorry. At that moment, I stood up and rammed my chair into him, slamming him into the wall. He falls to the ground, and I bring my right foot toward his face and yell, "Vogue!" Gotta love Macey for that one. A mist sprays out of the ball of my foot, and before the man man can react he's fallen helpless to the newest version of Napotine.

I run up the steps and open the door, ready to make a run for it. I find myself in a small home built out of sand and mud and look out the window. Desert. There are two guards outside the building, so I quietly tiptoe to the other side of the room and grab my jacket and handgun. I reach into the pocket of my jacket and grab what looks like a tube of lipstick. I twist the top, sending a signal out to Liz of my location. I sneak up behind the two guards and slap two napotine patches on the back of their necks simultaneously. Easy. Now I just have to wait.