This is a three shot and the next chapter will be up soon. I promise. This will probably be my last story/one-shot/two-shot for a while, so enjoy it while it lasts!

Three months ago, Mom had gotten a phone call. It's a day I would never want to relive. Ever. Dad failed to show up for debriefing after completing the mission. All the information was classified. They couldn't even tell her what country he was in. Two weeks later, Mom decided that she was going to retire from being a spy. She said that she wouldn't be able to do that to me. That I needed at least one parent, that I couldn't loose both.

Mom put our house up for sale a week ago. Two months after Dad disappeared. When I asked her where we were moving, she said it was to a place where she spent a lot of time when she was a girl, and that she wanted to go home. Now I know that "home" was in Thomasville, Georgia, but I have a feeling that that's not what she's talking about.

"Oh, Cam, I'm going to miss you so much!" Lily sobbed on my shoulder.

"I'm going to miss you too. And I don't want to leave any more than you want me to leave."

Lily was the closest friend I have, which wasn't very close, seeing as because of what my parents do, I couldn't get real close to anyone, just in case we had to move on really short notice.

"Promise me you'll email," she begged.

"Yeah. I promise Lily. Now I just have to pack the last of my things." I had put off packing the things my dad had given me for a reason.

"What do you have to pack, I'll help-oh. I'll go and see if your mom needs any help."

"Thanks Lily. You're the best. I think she's in the kitchen."

"'Kay, call me when you're ready to put your stuff in the van," she said as she walked out of my room.

I pulled the sheet off that was covering the things Dad got me or that reminded me of him. It hurt more than I thought it should to see all the things again, but I'm a Morgan, I can do it. So taking a deep breath, I grabbed a box and a marker and wrote "Dad's stuff" on the side. I set the marker aside and gently removed all the trinkets Dad had given me over the years.

I dusted them off carefully and wrapped them in the bubble wrap Mom had given me and stored them in the box. There were things from China, France, India, Russia, Singapore, and many other places from around the world. But the most precious thing that I had was the picture of Dad, Mom and I in front of the Christmas tree from when I was four. Mom had left for a mission a week before Christmas and didn't get back until the end of March. So we had Christmas in March that year. Everyone was there, Grandma and Grandpa Morgan, Aunt Abby, even one of Dad's friends, but I can't remember his name or what he looked like, since he was the one taking the picture and I was four. But I carefully packed it away on the top of the box and taped it shut, packing my memories away.

I stood up and looked around my room, making sure I didn't forget anything. It didn't even look like my room. I mean, my furniture was still here, Mom said that I wouldn't be needing it and we would be leaving it here, but the bright orange walls were bare, the hot pink furniture had nothing on them to make the room look lived in. It was boring. I looked under the bed to find only a dust bunny or two. My closet was empty, as was my dresser.

I held back my tears as I turned to leave, leaving my old, much happier life behind. I picked up the box and walked down the steps. Our whole house was in boxes. Some of the furniture was packed up and in storage. Mom said it was in case she wanted to get a small apartment or a safe house.

"All packed, sweetie?" Mom asked, carrying a box out of the kitchen.

"Yeah. This is the last one."

"I know this isn't easy, but you know we have to move, right?"

"No. Why can't we stay here? In D.C.? I like it here. This is my home. My safe house."

"It's mine too. But we can't stay, besides, I already have another job, and you're going to like it there. I promise."

"But where is there? You told me that you'd tell me soon, and that was a month ago."

She lowered her voice, seeing as Lily was still in the kitchen, "I'll tell you once Lily leaves. It's not exactly common knowledge."

I gave a loud sigh and proceeded out to the moving van, carefully wedging my box between two other large boxes where it wouldn't slide around and the things inside wouldn't be broken. Mom gave me a sad smile and stacked her boxes in the back of the van. It was almost full, but we'd be able to fit the rest of the things in. The rest of the boxes were soon all in, and it was time to say goodbye to Lily.

Both our eyes filled with tears as we hugged goodbye. She had been there for me when Mom or Dad had gone on a mission, trying to cheer me up and make me focus on other things. We had other friends, but today, they were still in school. Lily's mom let her take the first day off so she could be there when I left.

"I'll miss you," I choked out as Lily's mom pulled up behind the moving van.

"So will I. Good luck at your new school, I know you'll need it."

"Thanks Lily. For the luck and for everything else."

"Everything else was for my benefit as well, you know," she teased.

"Yeah, I know. But thank you for it anyway. Goodbye, Lily. And never forget me."

"I won't, but the same goes for you as well." She got into the car then and I waved until I couldn't see her anymore. Mom was still standing by the door to the house, not locking up or anything, just leaning against the doorframe. "Come inside. You'll want to say goodbye to the house at least one more time, and I'm still waiting for Patricia and Harvey to get here so they can drive my car down."

"'Kay Mom." It was an order, a subtly given one, but and order all the same. I passed through hallways and rooms, just wandering, not really saying goodbye, I did that months ago, after Dad had…when I realized that Mom would want to move after she retired.

Mom was on the phone, I could hear her, but I didn't want to get to close to try to overhear what she was saying because she was the best spy I know, even if she was a retired one.

"See you in a few Harvey," Mom said, but I barely made it out through our almost sound proof walls. I would be here for only a few more minutes before I left for my new home, wherever that was.

"Mom?" I called.

"Yes sweetie?"

"Where's home? Lily's gone, you said you'd tell me."

She walked into the living room and plopped down on the cheap sofa we bought last week, we were taking the old one with us. "Have a seat." I curled up against her, knowing that she liked having me there, tangible, where she could hug me if she wanted to. "Home is now the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. It's where I went to school.'

"You mean spy school?" Even I knew that she had gone to spy school, I was just never given a name.

"Yes, spy school. You'll be attending there and spending your summers with Grandma and Grandpa Morgan." She glanced at my face, "You know that that doesn't mean that you have to be a spy, right? You can do whatever you want, you'll just have a higher education that other kids."

"I know Mom. But I want to be a spy, like you, like Aunt Abby, like…Dad, and like Grandma Cameron. I'm already a CIA legend and it's in my blood. Besides, you wouldn't be sending me to spy school if Dad didn't want it too."

"I know you're kind of having a moment, but if you want to get there before dinner, we'd better get going," a voice said from behind me causing me to jump. "And don't worry Cammie, we'll fix that jumping."

I turned around to see an elderly-ish lady sanding behind me with her hands on her hips. I quickly stood up, remembering my manners that Mom had taught me. Mom tossed her a set of keys, "We'll be right behind you Patricia. Kiddo, this is Professor Buckingham. She teaches Covert Operations which you start in your sophomore year."

Professor Buckingham eyed me up then, I felt as if every little thing about me was being catalogued, but than again, it probably was. "She'll survive. It's bred into her. See you there," she said as she turned and walked out the front door.

"That means that it's time to get going. You didn't leave anything here, did you?"

"No, my purse is already in the van."

"Let's go then, she won't wait forever. And don't worry about what she said, it's just the way she is, and it's always good to have someone like her on your side."

Mom looked at me then and handed the key out, it was a question, did I want to lock up for the last time or not? I took the key from her hands and locked all my memories away, mine to open up whenever I wished.

Mom started the moving van, and merged into rush hour traffic and headed to our new home.

Well, tell me what you think and if I should write the next two chapters. Now I know some of you just read my author's note on my other story and I said that I wouldn't be writing any more stories, but I needed to finish up the few Gallagher Girl ones in my head, and trust me they were all written and I only had to edit them. Please review!!