I had to run. That sadly was my only solution. I was on a plane on my way to New York. I thought of my friends reactions, Liz maybe would cry. Macey might understand. Bex would no doubt be mad. My mom... I had no idea what she would do. Last but not least, Zach. He would be mad maybe seething mad.

As the plane started to land, I shed the last of Cammie Morgan, I forbade myself not to think of them, the loved ones I was protecting from getting hurt. I'm running towards answers. And nothing will stop me from getting them. After I left the plane I went into the bathroom and put on a red wig that could only be described as a mass of red curly hair. I slipped on thick sun glasses and walked out.

I walked the streets of New York, using a lot of counter-surveillance techniques. When people bumped into me I acted as if it was my fault even though it wasn't. I mumbled a southern sounding 'sorry' to the person and was quickly on my way to nowhere. I never stopped walking. Sometimes I acted as if I was talking on a phone not a few stolen credit cards. I quickly ended my fake phone call when I walked by a window advertising TV's . I stared amazed at my face on the screen. I know, I know I am a CIA legacy; I shouldn't get surprised so easily.

Cam-, no I was Jaclyn Webb, it said so on my fake ID. Jaclyn didn't know Cammie Morgan. But I was still surprised. The CIA was that desperate to find me? They weren't stupid. They were basically telling every Circle of Cavan agent that I was up for grabs. Something must have leaked, then I knew there was a mole in the agency. I am not up for grabs. I walked away acting as if that didn't change everything.

I saw a nice looking lady in the crowd I stopped her, "Excuse me, but do you know where the closest, and cheapest hotel is?" I flashed a smile.

"Of course sweetie." She said I immediately memorized her appearance. Brown hair brown hazel-ish eyes. If I saw her again I would steer clear. She pointed out the nearest hotel slash motel I went to one near there not the same one she said but the price seemed reasonable. I lied smoothly when I stated my name. I went up to the room and fell asleep.

I woke up at four in the morning disoriented. Where was I? Then I remembered. The Plane. The newscast. Everything. I took a shower and wondered what happens next? Then I decided. I will give myself a week to relax, pull myself together, and gather some information. I quickly got out of the shower and went to the lobby. I treated myself with a muffin. I went outside and did what I did best I disappeared. I am the Chameleon after all.

Authors note: like it? love it? hate it? Let me know! Any pointers? Please R&R so I know people are actually reading this. This is my first fanfic. Disclaimer: If I owned the gallagher series would I write this? Dint think so.