I'm back my lovelies! Merry Christmas, or Hanukah, Kwanza, whatever you celebrate and happy New Year! So I took your proposition and made this the sequel for Blackthorne Girl. If you're new to this and are reading this now and haven't read Blackthorne Girl turn around and read it. OR Else you'll be terribly, terribly lost. This is not a bluff you'll be like "Whoa, who are they? When did THAT happen?" Now go! Shoo…Okay… they're gone. Now to my experienced readers, at first I was going to stop the story but then there were some reviews that asked for a Sequel! I was like 'Ah nah' but the idea got stuck on my head like a catchy, annoying commercial song (in a good way) kind of like 'Like a good neighbour, State farm is there!' Here's the new story from me to you.

P.S. I'm a dumbfuck 'cause I can't believe some of you figured out what Zach asked Cammie. How? Have you tapped into my brain?

Chapter 1

Six Months - Fall

Location: Washington D.C., Apartment.

Numerous things happened in the summer after we graduated. Bex went to work for the MI6. Jonas got recruited in a NSA program. Grant right away went to work for the CIA. He has been on ever going missions ever since. Abby helped Macey find a job in the Secret Service. Joe went back into the field and Abby continued teaching. Liz is a code breaker and forensic analyst for the CIA. My dad went on a mission trying to finish what he started. He came back by August. Zach was gone a few days after the night my dad returned. Only two percent of the Circle of Cavan's agents were able to get their previous jobs back. Forty-eight percent thought there was a mole in the agency and killed each other. Those who survived were automatically arrested. Twenty six point three percent committed suicide in fear of what would happen to them if they got caught. Twenty-three percent drifted off into oblivion; trying to gain a normal life. The other point four percent are incognito. All this happened because my dad went after them. And me? I am sharing an apartment with Liz in the heart of Washington D.C. Since we are working in the same place it would be illogical to be apart.

"Bex called yesterday." Liz chirped. We were lying side by side on the twin bed staring at the porcelain-white ceiling with our feet on the wall. Liz hasn't changed much, still petite. Her hair is blonder and with the stress over her job she is thinner.

"What'd she say?" I, for one, will never be the same again.

"She says this is a man's world and she keeps moving up in ranks." Liz says. "She's doing great. Oh, and Grant's on another mission. That's the third one this month!"

"He's that good or the missions are that easy?" I joked; she laughed and told me to stop. Then I told Liz, "Macey's doing well. She loves her job but hates her assignments." I didn't have to wait for Liz to ask what her assignments were. "She's watching over the president's daughter because the keeps on sneaking out at night."

Liz giggled and thrilled told me what was new with Jonas. She gushed telling about a code he cracked that stopped the Russian from taking control of an American aircraft that was going to crash land into the NSA headquarters and how she was so proud. That's nice I thought as I spaced out while staring at my hand. The bed beneath me felt like a fluffy cloud. I heard comforting silence. But then Liz spoke again and stopped me from playing with my hand, more specifically, my finger.

"Cammie, you know you have to tell your dad someday."

"I know. It's just that-"

"You haven't heard from Zach?" She finished for me. I stayed quiet because it's true. I haven't received anything not even a cut out or a drop. I glanced at the delicate, shining, white gold ring that Zach gave me before he left. "He'll come back, Cam. He always does. Now go to bed, you have that meeting with Director Vance tomorrow. This is so exciting!"

Time: 9:21 a.m.

Location: CIA HQ

Tiles of black and white marble stretched across the floor of the cavernous space reminded me of my debriefing in sophomore year. This time I was here for a whole different unknown reason. Going deeper into a labyrinth of secrets, I walked faster into the Office of Operative Development and Human Intelligence. The secretary spotted me immediately when I closed the door.

"Ms Morgan, you may go in."

I nodded taking a deep breath. I followed the lady inside. Deputy Director of CIA James Vance was written on the glass window in the door. Director Vance is a fifty-four year old man with higher security clearance than his entire workers combine and he invented thirteen torture techniques by the time he was twenty three. Though physically he may mean no harm with warm brown eyes and peppered hair, looks can be deceiving unfortunately his voice isn't. His voice strongly boomed.

"Ms, Morgan, please take a seat." You can sense my uneasiness as I quickly sat down without hesitation. "Do you know why I called you in here?"

"No, sir" I answer gingerly because I truly hadn't.

"I have a job for you, and only you." He says clasping his hands together. I forced my head to focus due to excitement and concern. "As you must know you and Special Agent Newman (Grant) are the only operatives in this agency who has had first-hand experience with the Circle of Cavan. We have loose ends and I need you to take care of them. We've tracked the agents down to these countries," Aka the .4 percent.

He reached of a manila folder and pulled out some papers and a map with markings on the following countries: Brazil, France and South Africa. "No partner was assigned to you Morgan but if you feel the need for company. If you do not accept…"

"I'll do it and I won't need the company." I boldly tell him. I'm also a little shocked I interrupted him. The fight against the Circle of Cavan isn't over. They are hiding, simmering down. Maybe this time the Circle will be down for good.

"Good," He says smugly. Even he knew the opportunity was too good for anyone to pass up. He hands me the folder stuffed with countless pages. "All the necessary planning and arrangements have been made. Take the rest of the day off, you leave tomorrow. Work up to your name Morgan. You're dismissed."

"I will, sir." I stood up despite my wobbly knees which thankfully didn't shake and walked away.

"Agent Morgan," I stopped halfway. "If you recover Intel on Dr Steve Sanders notify Max Edwards in Interpol as soon as humanly possible." I am going away in a mission alone. What am I going to tell Liz? What do I tell my parents? They aren't going to like this at all.

Time: 12:00

Location: Local Café with parental units

I decided if I'm going to tell my parents about the mission it might as well be now. I got out of the car and met with my mom who waited outside. The chilling cold began settling in; I tugged my coat tighter. We meet whenever our schedules let us. "Hi mom, sorry I'm late. Where's Dad?" I'm late because I dropped by the forensics department and told Liz the news. She didn't take it so well. But she told me to be careful or she'd find me. She would make sure of that.

"Hey Kiddo," My mom glowed; she does that now, glow. "Come on, he's inside."

I wrapped her arm around mine and pushed through the glass door. There he was, like a good operative my dad takes a table with more visibility to the outer world.

"Hey Matt," I playfully jolted his chair.

"Cameron," He warned but his lips were turned up into a grin. I pecked on the cheek.

"Hi Dad" I sat across from him, Mom took side left side. We made small talk, weather, politics; I filled them in on how my Bex, Macey and Liz were doing. Mom tells me about Gallagher Academy. And she announces like if it was nothing she and dad were going to renew their vows. My dad listened wordlessly. The waitress brought our steaming orders, which she previously took. Before I ate I asked Dad. "Uh, are you going to grill me now or after I eat?"

"At least enjoy you meal." He insists. I knew it. I sunk my teeth into my pastrami sandwich then shook my head. "Nah, do it now." With him there is no beating around the bush.

"How are you?"

"I'm great."

"How's the agency?"

"Good."

"How're you holding up?"

"I'm doing fine, work's hard."

"Are there any interesting projects coming on?"

"Actually that's why I called you here." I say fixing my posture. I mustered my composure. I've only been with my dad a couple of months; I don't want to tell him gently that I am leaving. "I'm going away, on a mission, tomorrow. I just wanted to give you the heads up. There are some loose ends with the Circle and Director Vance wants me to fix it."

My dad grinded his teeth so my mom jumped in giving a minute to cool down. "That's great Kiddo. Who's your partner?"

"I don't have one." I say regretting every single word coming out of my mouth.

"You're working on this mission. Alone? Without backup? With nobody by your side? With the same people that kidnaped me and almost killed you?! You can't take this job Cammie."

The waitress behind the counter jumped when my dad yelled the last part. I don't blame him for being mad. Still, I can't choose my assignments. I have to say yes to whatever they give me and go do it no matter what cost. How can my start my career if I turn down my first job anyway? Even though the café was empty, practically abandoned, Mom told him to calm down. But I could tell she was fuming with the situation too.

"I didn't come here for you permission. I came here to let you know, that's it." I let them know my decision was final and stand up. I yank out a couple of bills from my pocket and pay for my lunch. I walk away saying softly. "Thanks for lunch."

"Cameron, wait." He holds on to my forearm. "Just promise me this; take someone with you. I don't care who it is."

Guilt overpowered me to say defeated. "I promise."

Strolling out of the café I think about who I could take with me. I get in my car and glance at myself in the rear view mirror. "What now?" Bex is MI6. Liz and Jonas are not trained for field work. Grant is already on a mission. Macey is in the Secret Service babysitting the president's daughter. I laughed aloud at the thought. Macey! She can help me find- no. I have to stop dragging people into my missions. If you want to be technical, it wouldn't be dragging.

Let me tell you that this story might be more serious than my last one. Let's see how that works out... Don't want to say too much, hope you like it. Do what you do best R&R! - That's my fanfic catchphrase now xD.