Okiii! I decided to continue this and give it a twist ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own this. And I don't want to. JK 3

Before he could finish, I mumbled an 'excuse me' and went to my office. I sat on my chair and the full force of grief hits me. I did what I haven't done since I was eight. I cried. I cried out of anger. I cried out of sadness. And mostly, I cried for the fact that McKenzie no longer has a mother and I just lost the love of my life. Looking up, I see a picture of me, Cammie, and McKenzie. My arms were around Cammie and McKenzie hanging on my back. We were all smiling. I almost smiled looking at that picture but I then realized that there could've been another addition to that picture. If only Cammie didn't go on that damn mission. The unexpected death of my wife swam around my head, haunting me. Looking, once more at the picture that was taken a few months ago, my eyes focused on McKenzie. How can I tell her that her mother just died? She's just four and doesn't grasp the concept of death.

I grabbed my hair longed to go back to last week. When everything was perfect. When McKenzie had a mother. When I could hold Cammie. I started to miss the little things like how Cammie's hair would always smell like flowers after a shower or how she could never make anything edible. I started to smile through the tears. Faintly, I could hear an insisting high pitched voice in the Director's office. At this point, I didn't really care about anything; I was absorbed in my grief. Suddenly, I heard, "Sir! If I could just examine Cammie! There's something not right about it!"

I bolted up my chair and ran towards the Director's office and what a sight I see. Bex's face was tear-stained, make-up running down her face. However, her face was hard and angry. Macey looked stiff but vulnerable and breakable. The biggest surprise was Liz. She looked determined and slightly angry, tears running down her cheeks. They all turned towards me when I bursted through the door.

"Zach! Something is not right about the body the Director showed us! I'm almost positive that it's not Cammie!"

I couldn't believe it. I must be dreaming. "What?" I said faintly.

Bex glared at me and said, "Get it through your thick skull, numbnuts. CAMMIE MAY STILL BE ALIVE." Even during one of our lowest points, she still finds a way to insult me. Amazing.

The Director said, "Now we're not sure. So don't get your hopes up. Any of you. I don't want to see crushed faces. I gave you a fair warning now."

Liz said, "Sir, can I please examine the body?"

The Director nodded and so, we all walked to the lab where the body was kept. Liz uncovered the whole entire body and started to take samples of the skin. She compared it to the DNA of Cammie and it was a match.

My heart sank and started to ache. No. No! NO! Thoughts became incomprehensive and I couldn't see anything straight. Seeing, everyone's expression, Liz, near hysterical, shouted, "No! This is NOT Cammie!"

Macey started, "But—"

"Look at her face! Look at it! It's deformed to the point where you can't tell who the person is.", Liz insisted.

"But Liz! That's Cammie's hair!", said Macey

"Is it so hard to style and dye hair?", I asked. "After all, you're obviously an expert on that subject. Why do you, of all people, not see that?" Macey glared at me and started to open her mouth.

"Guys! Let's not fight over this and find out whether or not this is Cammie.", shouted Bex.

Liz pulled out a small amount of blood and started to do a DNA test. She then stood up straight and said, "Now we wait."

2 Hours Later

Liz gasped, "This isn't Cammie. The DNA are not the same."

I was in euphoria. Giddy. I felt as though my head was filled with those helium Jonas would mess around with. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. Cammie's alive. I keep chanting it over and over again in my head. I felt like jumping for joy. Running through fields of daisies….wait, what did I just say? Man, I'm losing it. I shook my head and said, "Okay. Now that we know that this is not Cammie how do we find her? Obviously, she's with the COC." I glanced at Bex, who closed her mouth.

"Wait, Sir? Who examined Cammie's body? He or she obviously haven't done their job.", Liz said frowning.

"That's exactly what I was thinking", said the Director. "We must have a COC member in our facility. I'm leaving to see who it was that checked the body."

And with that he left.

Bex growled, "There's a traitor in our midst and I'm gonna beat them up until they're black and blue once I got a hold of them."

"Hold on, tiger.", said Macey. "You don't know what you're dealing with. Didn't the COC say that if an agent messes around with the COC, they'll get killed?"

"Your point?"

"My point is…let's kick some COC ass. Cammie's worth it."

What did you guys think? Should I do it in Cammie's POV next time?