Okay, here's Zach's POV. I'm putting this up on my profile as a separate story so go and add it there because that's where it'll be!

Please enjoy my random spur of inspiration while I'm blocked with ideas for my version of GG4.

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Chapter 1--Fire Escape

"How did Cammie do on her finals?" I asked as we headed towards the airport.

He looked down at me and grinned knowingly. Yeah, yeah-rub it in my face why don't he? "I can't tell you that. It would break the teacher-student confidentiality code," he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "You're my Uncle, you could help your nephew out," I said.

He chuckled. "Why is this so important to you anyway?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know. Just curious I guess," I said with a shrug. That's not a lie at all. I was curious. About Cammie. She was so different from any girl I had met before. I mean, just how she reacted the day I met her. She didn't just swoon all over me like other girls. She was focused. She was on a mission. She was a spy.

"Well, she did as good as I expected her to," he said as we stepped through the doors of the airport. I nodded-not that that really helps me. I know Joe thinks she's good so I'm guessing that means she did well but I kind of wanted details, you know? "We've got a tail," he muttered suddenly.

I snapped out of my thoughts and my eyes scanned over the people in the airport. That's when I noticed the guy in the leather jacket, reading a business magazine. Except the last time I saw him, he was in jeans and an NYU sweatshirt. "Follow me," Joe said before leading me through the crowd. Subtly taking a round about way towards the correct floor we were on and then using the fire escape to climb some stairs. I looked around again. Lost him.

"You have all your bags?" he checked.

"Yep," I said, nodding to my one large duffel bag. Take what you need and leave the rest behind.

"Let's go," he said, leading me through the door and onto the plane after handing the stewardess our tickets. I looked at the flight board in the plane. Richmond, Virginia?!

"Why are we going to Virginia?" I asked, knowing full well that this is not a mistake. Joe Solomon doesn't make mistakes.

"What? You don't want to go to Blackthorn?" he asked, looking at me out of the corner of his eyes.

"Uh…what?" I asked, letting my confusion leak to him. He is probably the only who has ever seen me break down my walls-except on rare occasions when I had come close with Cam.

"Your school has been moved," he said simply. Or school has been moved. To Virginia. That could only mean a few different things: 1) Blackthorn had some kind of breach and it wasn't safe to be there anymore. 2) We needed a new cover story. 3) We're moving closer to the Gallagher Academy for an unknown reason.

As much as I wanted to ask Joe, I know it would be useless. He wouldn't tell me anything if I tortured him. But at least this will make for an excellent Start Of School Year Mission.

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"So why are we here exactly?" Grant asked as we put our clothes in our dressers.

"Well, there aren't many possible reasons when you think about it logically," Jonas began. "I mean, we're only about ten miles from the Gallagher Academy…," he trailed off. Ten miles. Ten miles away from Cam. I could run there if I wanted to.

"Do you think they know?" Grant asked curiously.

Wow. I hadn't even thought about that. Would they know how close we are? Would they know why? "Man, I wish we could talk to them," I muttered to myself. After all, Cam somehow knew about the Blackthorn Institute last year-Solomon doesn't even know how she did it. She could know anything.

"Maybe we can…," Grant said, pulling out his laptop.

"What do you mean 'maybe we can?'" I asked, walking over and looking over his shoulder. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm e-mailing Bex," he said as he pulled up an e-mail account.

"You have an e-mail account?" Jonas asked with wide, startled eyes. "Grant, you need to delete that now. Do you know how many people could track you with-"

"-I have a firewall," he waved him off. "Bex's dad made it when I was at their apartment over the summer," he said nonchantly.

"You saw her over the summer?" I asked. I couldn't help but envy that he got a chance to see a Gallagher Girl again. Why didn't he tell us before?

"Yeah, her parents work with mine. I didn't know until I got there," he said as he started typing a short message to Bex.

"What are you writing?" Jonas asked curiously.

"I'm just going to ask her how everything at the Academy is-see what information she'll give me," he said.

"Ask how Cam's doing," I blurted out.

He looked at me and a sly smile broke across his face. "No problem," he said easily as he added that in there. He pressed send and we all just stared at the screen for a minute-as if a message would pop up any second giving us all our answers.

There was a knock on our door and Grant snapped his computer shut and stood up straight just as the door opened to reveal a smiling Dr. Steve. "Hello boys, dinner is ready," he said.

"Thanks Dr. Steve," Grant said, Dr. Steve gave us a nod and walked out of the room.

"You do realize how much trouble you could get in for having an e-mail right?" Jonas asked Grant.

"Yeah, yeah," Grant waved him off. "I'm used to trouble. I'm friends with this guy, remember?" he said, pointing to me.

"Very funny," I said before we headed out the door.

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AFTER DINNER

"Did they send anything?" Jonas asked as we walked back into our dorm room. I really hated our rooms. They were so boring. Just a big blue rectangle with three beds. It felt so military. Ugh. I hate our cover story.

"Yeah, Bex is online right now," Grant said. That got my attention.

Everything's fine here, we all made it through summer vacation unscathed-mostly. Tell Z.G C.M. is doing fine-she looks great too.

We're planning on replicating the F.W.(firewall) so C.M and L.S can have e-mails too. See if you can do the same for the boys. I'll send you their new addresses in a minute.

-Becky

I grinned. I can talk to Cam now. I saw a smile break across Jonas' face and knew that he was thinking about talking to Liz. I had never even seen Jonas like a girl before so it completely surprised me when he couldn't shut up about how brilliant Liz was last year. Annoyed the crap out of me.

"I'll make the firewall," Jonas said, pulling out his computer while I put mine next to his so he could do mine next. "Man, this is complicated," he muttered to himself. After about five minutes of working on mine and his it was done and I created my account. notgoodnotbad***** I smirked. I knew Cammie would get a kick out of that.

"Hey guys, here are their e-mails. Chameleon twenty seven at -------- dot com and bookworm one at -------- dot com," he told us.

I immediately knew which one was Cam's.

Nice e-mail address. How was you summer?

-Zeke

I tapped my fingers on my desk as I waited not-so-patiently for her reply. The screen pinged and my eyes snapped up to read the message.

Back at you. I'll tell you if you tell me.

-Jen

I grinned. Yep, that's Gallagher Girl alright.

Now I definitely know it's you. I spent the summer with my uncle in the city, nothing exciting. Your turn.

-Zeke

Lie. But I couldn't exactly tell her I was working with her CoveOps teacher on a secret mission-whether or not I wanted to. It's not like I had a choice who I would be spending my summer with. But it was really helpful and gave me a taste of the future.

I don't think that's what you really did but I'll tell you what I really did; I was at my grandparent's farm. That's it. Hope your not disappointed cause everyone else is.

-Jen

What does mean that's not what she thinks I really did? What does she know? How does she know? And why would I be disappointed if she spent her summer at her grandparents? I only get to see mine during Christmas-I would love to be stuck in the middle of nowhere doing nothing.

Why do you think I lied and why would I be disappointed?

-Z

Her reply was almost instant:

It's not the city part that I think you lied about; I don't believe that you could stand to do anything boring-like farming. Why wouldn't you be disappointed?

-Jen

She's good. She definitely knows that if I'm somewhere where's there action, I'm involved in it. What can I say? It's a bad habit.

I guess I didn't think you knew me that well G.G. I was wrong. I did do some other stuff in the city. I would have liked to spend the summer working in the middle of nowhere, so I could just be invisible sometimes.

But of course the amazing 'Jen' wouldn't have to go to Nevada to be invisible, would you?

-Z

I let myself smirk slightly as I typed G.G. I knew she didn't like me calling her that but in reality it was a compliment-a very subtle compliment that allows me to keep my dignity while I was around her. It took her a little while longer to type back this time and when I read what she wrote I nearly slapped myself in the face.

1. you're not as unpredictable as you think you are. 2. No, I wouldn't have to go to a farm in the middle of nowhere. Do you want to know something? Sometimes it's nice to be seen. 3. HOW DO YOU KNOW I WAS IN NEVADA? Are you stalking me or something? First Suzie and everything that comes with her and now this? I know what you want to say right now-"s_ _ remember?"-but why do you have to make me your special little project?

She really did know me better than a lot of people. She saw right through me in a single e-mail. Solomon would have my head for slipping up like that, but I wasn't going to let her beat me at my own game-which ironically is her game too.

1. Ouch. 2. I did see you, remember? 3. You told me you were with your grandparents and they live in Nevada. That's how I know. 4. You really do know me better than I thought-better than a lot of people.

And for that last question, you'll never know.

-Z

Hey, it wasn't my fault we Dr. Steve let slip exactly who we were tailing-which of course sparked our interest. How is a spy school for girls not interesting? So, of course we spent three days breaking down the firewall-we just barely did it too. We didn't even sleep for those three days we were so focused. Then when we looked up the girls Cam immediately sparked my interest-and everyone else's for that matter. It was incredible that one girl could pull all that off in one semester.

Do you take pleasure in annoying me? It's still kind of creepy that you know everything about me-all I really want to know is: why me?

I felt myself smirk. Of course I like annoying her. I like watching her get frustrated. And she's just interesting. She's so different from everyone else. Plus, she definitely likes me when I'm pretty sure she hated me before.

Yes, I kind of do. You're not as easy to figure out as most girls-and you didn't like me at first, but now you do.

-Z

I could just imagine her glaring at the screen as she read this and couldn't help but smirk.

You really make me hate you sometimes.

I knew it.

How?

I really was curious about how exactly I annoy her.

When you send me cryptic messages, and ditching me during C.B.'s-don't think I forgave you for that-and mostly when you're nice when no one's around and a jerk when we're by other people.

And I didn't technically ditcher her during that code black-unlike when she ditched me with Jimmie.

You ditched me with Jimmie, we're even. What makes you like me the other times?

She sent back:

You offered me m&m's once when I was hungry, that smile you get when you know more than you'll let on, and most of all some advice-you're right, someone does know-and I will find out who.

Thanks-Cammie.

I smiled. She really did ask her mom. I mean, she obviously didn't find out, but she will. I know she will.

I know you will.

-Zach

She wrote back:

You can add that last sentence to the things I like about you list. Thanks. I'm going to bed now-have to be ready for whatever Solomon throws at me tomorrow.

-C

I let out a little laugh. She really will need luck when she's with Solomon. For some reason, he made her his 'special little project.' I don't know. I guess there's something between Solomon and the Morgans-but I'll probably never know.

Night, C. Good luck tomorrow.

-Z

Add that last sentence to the cryptic messages list-do you know something or are you just trying to drive me crazy? Night Z.

-C

I laughed. Of course I don't know anything-Joe is super secretive about his lessons. But it's funny when she thinks I'm messing with her.

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