Hi Grant, how are you today? I sat in the car, driving to my new foster home. I miss you, Grant, I thought bitterly. If they took him, they should have taken me too. Those damn Circle of Caravan people.

"Cammie, sweetie, we're here," my agent called from up front. I just stared back at her. Slowly I got out of the door. They're trying to get me to try another home, I told Grant.

We walked up to the door and Mary Ann, my agent, rang the doorbell. The door was opened wide and a woman with a nice smile answered the door. "You must be Cameron," she told me. No shit, Sherlock. I nodded my head in response. This one seems friendlier, but I'm sure it will end just the same. A few faces popped up. There was a girl and two boys. You would probably be talking about how 'hot' this girl is, I told Grant. He always had this little thing for flirting. I became more stiff, no emotion portraying on my face. "Come in," she ushered. I glanced at Mary Ann and she made the motion for me to follow. Well this was it. I walked in and I was looking for exits. What if they come for me Grant? How will I get out? But if it means I can be with you up there, I'd take it any day. She gave me a smile and my face stayed emotionless. Why do I even try anymore? I stared blankly back at her and she shifted uneasily. Finally she started to talk.

"Cameron, this is my daughter, Bex. And these are her friends Jonas and Corbin," the foster lady told me. She hasn't even introduced herself. I remember when you used to tease me about my manners. "Oh, and my name is Rachel. You can call me mom though sweetie." I looked between Rachel and Bex. They had nothing in common. She must be adopted too. You would be laughing at me and calling me Captain Obvious, your voice is ringing through my head. Bex was pretty, she had long pretty hair. She had an athletic figure, and let me tell you, she's in shape. She would definitely be in the field if she was a spy. She looked as if she were dying for adventure. I looked over at the boys.

"Hi, I'm Jonas," one of them said. He had black hair. He was tall and skinny. He would definitely be into the studies.

"And I'm Corbin," the other one said. Well gee, what other boy was there? He also had black hair, but it was longer, a little past his eyebrows and ears. He was taller than the other boy, and he was more flushed out. He looked like he would be in field. I could still take anyone of them down, even if you tell me not to. I'm sure Grant would scold me for even thinking of taking down a regular citizen.

But he's not with me.

I shuddered and tried to keep myself resolved, but I knew that they all saw. I shook my hair so it would cover my face and glanced up. They were all staring at me. I kept my head hung low. I didn't want them to see me. I wanted to disappear and become the Chameleon, like we used too. But I have a different life now. And beside, I was the main reason we were gathered in by their front door.

"I should warn you," Mary Ann softly spoke from beside me, "she lost someone very special to her. She's very touchy about stuff, and she almost never speaks." I could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. Had they never had an orphan come before? Grant, I wish you were here. "She's also very paranoid. Oh, she can disappear at almost anytime she wants so keep a good eye on her if things are… 'tight'," Mary Ann stupidly went on. God, how stupid is she? She'll give me away someday, Grant. She'll tell everyone I'm an ex-spy, and then the secret will be out. In fact she just told them I love to hide. But it doesn't matter. I always came out on top during hide-and-seek.

Rachel tried to give me a reassuring smile, but it was more for herself I was sure. 'Cause no body wants me anymore. No one liked me but you. I grimaced at those thoughts.

Grant was the only ONE who understood me.

The ONE and only.

"Let me show you your room," she said softly, and started to walk. Mary Ann pushed me toward her, and the kids were still staring at me like I was their new toy. I glared back at Mary Ann and then reluctantly followed Rachel. After I passed the kiddies they followed me. They looked around my age, but I guessed they hadn't matured yet.

I walked up the stairs and I shuddered again. These stairs remind me of the first time I met. Everything came rushing to me and I fell on the stairs, scared to walk on. I heard the shouting, but everything sounded so distant to me. I only could remember the memories of that time we first met.

I was walking up the stairs behind a woman. I was positive it was my mother, but I was just so scared I couldn't remember. She was taking me to a room, and I was shrinking in fear. She told me I was one of the best, and I was a truly amazing individual for being called to the 'chief' at age 10. I thought it was a death trip.

All I knew was I was being separated from my family, and that what I was going to do was dangerous, much more than my earlier tasks. I was walking up the stairs, hand-in-hand with my mother.

I was scared.

I was 10.

Then suddenly I felt a wind go by me and a blur running up the stairs.

"Grant! YOU SLOW DOWN NOW!" I heard a man bellow from behind me. I saw you screech to a halt and fall forward, but catch yourself with your hands. Then you righted yourself and turned around to grin.

"My name is Grant!" you cheerfully told me. So honest I had not a doubt you were honestly happy to see me. And that was pretty good. I was wearing a lie-detecting ring. But those things never work anyways. "What's your name?" you asked just as cheerfully. I miss you, Grant! I screamed in my head.

How am I supposed to live without my right hand man?

"My name is Marie," I told you with a straight face. Everything was so flawless that you would have never known that it was a lie. I wasn't going to give out personal information to some stranger. Then you grinned even wider. I knew you knew.

"That's a lie," you smiled. "Don't bother to try and cover up. You're Cammie Morgan, the famous for being infamous."

Infamous.

Infamous.

Those words haunt me, Grant.

"I already looked up information on you," you sheepishly told me. I gawked while the man behind me yelled at you.

"Grant! How many times have I told you not to break into the database? Just because you can doesn't mean you should!" but you just smiled even more, proud of the fact that nothing could stop you. Proud for being stubborn. Proud for being a spy.

And you had a right to be proud, Grant. You were an amazing spy.

But your smile made me smile. It made me feel safe. I knew then that this mission was going to be a little easier. I knew that you were going to be my partner. I knew that you would keep me safe.

But it's not fair, Grant. It's not fair that you left, and didn't take me with.

I thought we did everything together.

After that, we were best friends. We went on so many missions together. We were treated like little kids, even though we were secret agents. They never had a clue. We were good partners. I won't ever have a partner, or if I do, they won't be anything like you.

We saved each other's asses so many times, we stopped trying to compete. All I know is that we were so close. We always had each other's backs. To the very end.

That's when I felt someone touch me. I immediately jumped away, my face emotionless. You can call it my poker face. I looked up and saw that Bex was looking at me with so much worry it was as if she was my friend since I was 12. But that's not possible. She would have been in sixth grade, probably starting seventh. And I would have been in the field.

My eyes darted between everyone around me. Everyone had worry in their eyes. It was honest. It wasn't just some fake 'are you hurt'. It was really worry.

I still couldn't trust them.

"Cammie," Mary Ann softly said, "it's okay." Yeah, you haven't been through what I've been through. Then she got everyone up and acted as if nothing ever happened. Thanks Mary Ann… We continued up the stairs and then we got to the top. The hall was so big. Remember Blackthrone Grant? It looks just like the corridors.

"I hope you don't mind sharing Bex's room," Rachel told me. She probably worries about me and thinks I'll do something stupid. The only thing I would do is run away. But they would catch me. They've tightened things up, Grant. Ever since you. She pushed open the door and suddenly an arm was linked with mine.

"I hope you don't mind me!" Bex said in a British accent. Should have seen that one coming. I guess I'm losing my touch. They haven't put me in the field since you. "We share a bunk bed, so just tell me which one you prefer," she went on. I walked in and it was so strange. Everything was so light, nothing like the usual homes I go to. But I liked dark rooms. It was easier to do things in secrecy. Maybe that was the point of a light room. Or to lighten up the mood, I can just hear you chiming in. it feels like you're with me every second. I'll never forget you.

"I usually sleep on the bottom, but you can have it if you want," she told me. I didn't miss the little bit of hope that I would take the top. The boys walked in and Mary Ann dropped my duffle bag in the room. Jonas sat in her chair by the desk and opened Bex's laptop. That's a safe assumption. Corbin sat on the ground and leaned up against the wall. I walked over and grabbed my bag and threw it on the top bunk. Bex got up and hugged me. I stiffened, but she took no notice.

"Thank you SOOOO much! I know this is really embarrassing but I'm terrified of heights." Lie.

"Don't try and cover up. You just prefer the bottom one more," Jonas called from the computer. I saw Bex pull away from me and glared at Jonas. "Come on, Bex, even I could see through that one."

"What's your favorite movie?" she asked me eagerly, giving me her full attention. Too bad I didn't want it.

"She doesn't talk idiot," Corbin called. I wanted to glare at him, but he actually listened to Mary Ann. Bex looked over at him, and I assumed she gave him a glare also. It's never safe to assume, Chameleon, I can hear you say. "Did you even listen to that Mary Ann lady?"

"Well anyways," she said dismissing the two boys who just seemed to love to contradict her, "my favorite movie is James Bond-"

"'Cause you want to be a spy, yada yada yada," Corbin finished for her. She wanted to be a spy? She'd need to get better at lying, I snickered in my head. Then there was a knock on the door. When had it shut? You're losing your touch. I grimaced at the thought. But then I realized that everyone moved. Jonas spun around and hid the laptop somewhere, Corbin was on the floor on his back arms over his face. And Bex flew back on her bed, humming. The door opened and Rachel came in.

"Well it looks like you kids are bored." They all looked at her with the 'no duh' face. No respect… or maybe that's just how kids are these days. "School starts soon you know, you should do something fun." At school they all groaned. School… what a boring place. It reminds me of all those missions when we had to watch over a certain kid to make sure they would stay safe.

"What do you propose we do then, Mom?" Bex asked. Rachel just shrugged.

"I just thought I'd let you kids know that school is right around the corner. Maybe you should do something fun to kick off the school year. Or do something for summer ending." They all stared at her. What are their problems? "Well you kids think," she said, then left. As soon as her footsteps where no longer heard, everyone went back to what they were doing or where they were before.

"Usually when Mom comes up she takes us somewhere if we're bored… Guess not this time," Bex told me. Wow, what boring people. I could tell already. They had nothing in store. So that's how my first day really went. Just 'chilling' with my 'new' friends and family. I wonder how long this family will keep me.

I found out Jonas was the computer geek just like I thought he would be. But he was way talented. Even you would be impressed, Grant. I bet he could've broken into the database, just like you. But he wasn't exactly a geek if you know what I mean. He was just super incredibly smart. Bex would make up some equation that looked impossible to solve. Who knew if there was even an answer. But he would find one, using only his head. He's good, even I would need paper for that one. He typed fast and he could fast read. He would be perfect for study. Too bad he's not a spy.

Corbin is strong. I'll give him that. Don't get mad or jealous, Grant. He's really strong. I'm pretty sure he was showing off, but when he was lying on his stomach, Bex sat on him. He decided that then and there he was going to work out and do push ups with her on his back. They were quick, efficient, and perfect. He was quick, and I'm sure he would have a good person to lead sneak attacks. But that's just the spy in me thinking.

Bex is just Bex. She's loud, obnoxious, and daring. I'm not afraid to say that she did jump out the window because there was a snake in the room. She ran back up laughing. I knew that NO ONE could be THAT gullible. She is adventurous, always looking for something dangerous. I'm not sure if that's a good thing though. But she reminds me of you. A girl version of you.

I miss you, Grant.

I can't get over losing you. Everything reminds me of you these days.