All the Pieces Left of You

Hi! I'm futuregallaghergirl! You might know me from my other fanfics! But probably not. I got this idea because my dad treats PTSD… just not in spies (darn!) I tried to be original in this, I don't know if there are any stories like this one. Anyway, read and spread the word!

She sat alone in the chair in the living room, in their house. She looked up at the ceiling, with motion sensors hidden in the blades of the fan. Cammie saw the bulletproof glass in the windows, the heat sensors in the paintings, and the retinal scanner on the lock of the front door. This was their house, hers and Zach's. It was supposed to be the one thing that they had that was untouched by their industry, the demands of their profession. But such a dream was to good to be true. So Cammie waited for the dreaded phone call, one that she knew would come.

Today was the day Zach was mean to come home. That's what the Chief had said, 2 weeks ago. To expect him on this day exactly, March 14. But he wasn't home.

Chief had promised to give her updates, all the clearance she could get. She had hung on to those little bits of information like lifesavers in a sea of unknown, as her husband went out on the most dangerous mission yet, leaving her, pregnant and alone, behind.

March 1. "The Operatives have arrived successfully at their destination."

March 3. "The Operatives have scanned the area and developed positions."

March 5. "The Operatives have been delayed by a new piece of security."

March 8. "The Operatives have cleared the perimeter and are ready to acquire info."

March 9. "Operative Zach Goode is performing surveillance."

March 10. "Operative Goode's location is currently unknown."

March 10. "Operative Goode is believed to still be in the area."

March 12. "A search team is looking for Operative Goode."

March 13. "Operative Goode's location is still unknown, but he is not in the area."

March 13. "Operative Goode is believed to have been kidnapped by an unknown organization."

She reviewed the information one last time, even if it was permanently ingrained in her mind. Today the next update would come. "Oh, Zach," Cammie whispered, wishing he was back at the Agency being debriefed by Chief. "Agent Goode!" Chief would scream on his arrival. "Do you have any idea what a scare you've given us? We thought we were about to lose one of our greatest operatives!" But Zach would just smirk his famous smirk at the Chief and cock an eyebrow. "Did you really think I was gone? Never to be seen again? Chief, I know you know better. No one would ever think that I was gone. I mean, I'm practically indestructible!" Chief would act a bit flustered for a bit, but then he would get a serious look on his face, shake Zach's hand, and say, "I'm glad you're back, Agent Goode. Now go home to Cammie. She's been calling me every day wanting updates on you."

"ZACH!" Cammie moaned, clutching her stomach where her child writhed around, seeming just as sad as she was. She clutched it harder. 'You have to come home, Zach. You have to come home in a month, see Morgan born! You have to come home!" Cammie slumped in the chair, sliding out of it onto the carpet of the floor. She needed to sleep, to eat, to do something. If anything, she needed to keep Zach's baby alive. She needed to have a legacy left if he didn't come back… But she couldn't stand to think of him never coming back, so instead she floated away on a cloud of semi consciousness, her hand clutching the phone.

She dreamed of the day, two weeks ago, when Zach had received the call from Langley.

"You know, Cammie," Zach said, "Our baby is due in a month and two weeks. What do you want to name her? I was thinking about carrying on the tradition in your family of naming the child after your maiden name, but if you don't like Morgan, that's fine." Cammie considered this over a bite of her pasta. "Well, Morgan is nice, and I would like to carry on the tradition, but I've never liked how common my name is. I was thinking something more… exotic." Zach grinned at that-not smirked, but actually grinned. "Exotic! You? Well, what were you thinking anyway?" Cammie threw her hands in the air in frustration. "I don't know Zach! Morgan is fine! Sure!" Cammie shoved a few pieces of pasta in her mouth. Zach chuckled at his irritable wife. "So, Morgan is on, then." Cammie gave him The Look. "What? Ok, so Morgan is good. But what about her middle name?" Cammie shrugged. "I don't know. I like the name Catherine." Zach stared at her in utter horror at the suggestion of naming their daughter after his terrible mother. "ZACH NO! I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT! My mother's middle name is Catherine, and I didn't think…" Her voice trailed off. She was just beginning to ask him about another name when Zach's phone rang. He answered it instantly. "Zach Goode," he said, with no preamble. After a bit, he said, "I'll ask Cammie." Before he asked, however, there was some loud shouting on the end of the line. "Okay, okay." Zach said, then pressed End. "Cammie," he began. Cammie quivered in her chair. "Cammie, I have to go on a Category Five mission. I know you don't want me to, but I have to go now." He ran upstairs, and came back down with a small but essential suitcase. "How long?" Cammie asked. "Two weeks." He smiled at her, willing her to not be nervous. "I'll be fine, Cam. I'll be back in time to see Morgan born." And with that, he kissed her and walked out the door, climbing into their agency-issued car and driving away."

Cammie woke with a start at the sound of the phone ringing. She knew who was going to be on the other end, and what they were going to say. If she didn't answer, they'd just send somebody out here and tell her in person. She might as well accept it now. She picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Cammie breathed, her voice a faint whisper. It shook, too. "Cammie," Chief said on the other end of the line. He sounded like he would rather be doing anything but talking to her. "Zach… He hasn't been found, Cammie. His mission was meant to end yesterday, but he's not back. I'm sorry, Operative Cammie Goode, but Agent Zach Goode is officially missing in action."

"What, Chief, no! My…Zach…" A spear seemed to have punctured my body and I sank down to my knees, barely holding the phone to my ear. Chief was saying something, something about that they still had a search team out, and they'd find him, but she didn't hear anything.

Zach was MIA. Just like her father had been. Out of all the things that could have happened, one of them going missing was what she wanted the least. She didn't want their child growing up, never finding out what had happened to their parent and where they rested. She didn't want anyone to have to experience that terrible feeling, that curiosity and burning desire to know where someone was. It had plagued her every moment since she had found out about her father. It felt like this could be everything all over again.

She wanted to remember. She wanted to remember a girl, one who was young and in love and didn't truly know about the greatness of the world that she had just stumbled in to. She wanted to remember a boy, one with evergreen eyes that sparkled in the light and a smirk that stole your breath away. She wanted to remember them, who were happy simply in each other's presence and never thought that life would get in the way and bring them away from each other. But they were gone.

Sorry if the name part was too fluffy, I thought you probably needed some fluff to even out the sadness. And it's about to get even sadder real soon. But it'll get happier! Sort of! Maybe! If it works! So yeah, review. Suggestions on Morgan's middle name would be good. I like names that have meaning in the story, but if it's just names you like, that's cool to. If the name has a meaning, please write it. I'll give a shoutout to the name I pick. Go Gallagher Girls!