A/N So inbetween French and Ethics revision you got this, I hope it's good enough for you all, as I enjoyed writing it. I want to thank everybody that's reviewed this story and to all my other GG stories because you guys are what makes writing so rewarding! Thank you so much! I'm thinking this is complete now, but I'm not 100% on that now so don't hold me too it, theres a few ways this could go but before I decide I'm going to get a bit further with The Apple Woman. I can't promise after today that you'll get daily updates but I've been a ghost so long that I don't ever want to return to being one again. It just doesn't feel good. But anyway Enjoy!

Disclaimer: What would you say if I actually said yes?...but No it's not mine, Ally Carter's characters I just make up circumstances for them. So no it's definitely not mine.

"Cammie." I briefly heard my name in that period between awakness and sleep. "Cammie wake up."

I groaned not wanting to wake up but knowing that I would have to.

"Ms. Morgan."

There the voice was again, and it definitely wasn't my Mom. I slowly opened my eyes ever so slightly to see none other than Mr Solomon (who, if I haven't mentioned before is my incredibly hot CoveOps teacher). I suddenly registered like 150 things at once as I opened my eyes fully, mainly the fact I was lying on my Mom's office couch with a blanket pulled over me oh and that ever so awkward fact that Mr Solomon had been the one waking me up. It's déjà vu again, as I think back to the night Aunt Abby was shot, Mr Solomon had carried me home (says Bex) and Bex, Liz and I had all slept in my Mom's Office, Mr Solomon had been there too (I vaguely remember).

Pros and Cons of your hot CoveOps teacher being there when you wake up AGAIN a list by Cammie Morgan

Pro: This time you don't have a bandage round your had

Con: Due the fact you don't have a bandage round your head he can totally see your bed-hair

Pro: It's something every girl at Gallagher has secretly been wishing, and it happened to me! TWICE

Con: It's just awkward, even if he is my fathers best friend and may or may not be my mother beau

Pro: If it's morning, you can finally tell Tina Walters if he looks hotter at night or in the morning

Con: This time he's the one waking you up, like actually touching my shoulder kind of thing

"Hmm." I said with a slight smile.

"There's somebody that wants to talk to you Cammie."

"What?" I replied sleepily, scanning the room in a haze.

"Not here Ms. Morgan." Mr Solomon said, he was sitting on the coffee table and was holding a cell phone in his hands.

Usually phones don't work at Gallagher, the signals jammed, but considering this is Joseph Solomon he probably had Fibs do some re-wiring. It was a sleek and white like an iPhone but I would bet anything that this was CIA Issued and probably hasn;t (and never will) been released the general public. He passed me the phone and I held it in both hands, staring at the screen. My mouth opened slightly as I was staring via video chat at my Mom! She had a big gash on her cheek and she looked really tired but she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever met and she smiled at my shocked face. I turned briefly to Mr Solomon who was smiling at me too.

"Mom!" I pretty much yelled.

I pushed myself up so I was sitting up on the couch and stared open mouthed at her.

"Hey kiddo."

"You're coming home right?" I asked immediately.

"Kiddo, I always come home. Always. Nothing will keep me from you."

"Mr Solomon said you would." I whispered.

"Well Joe is usually right." After a second she added. "but don't tell him I said that, it'll just inflate his ego."

Before I could respond Mr Solomon yelled from my Mom's desk now. "I can still hear you Rachel."

My Mom laughed and rolled her eyes. "What have I done?" Suddenly there was some background noise on Mom's end and she turned away for a second, when she came back she could evidently see that my face had dropped. "I have to go now Cammie."

I nodded knowingly. "I love you Mom."

"I love you too Kiddo." She responded with a big grin. "I'll see you at Gallagher soon." She smiled and then cut the line.

I should've been happy that she was ok, but I wasn't really because she wasn't home yet. I sat there for a few minutes just cradling Mr Solomon's phone in my hands. I sensed Mr Solomon walk towards me and settle himself opposite on the coffee table. After a while I voiced the thoughts that were running through my head.

"When did they find her?"

I didn't look up but Mr Solomon still replied. "A little after 1 am." I looked at my watch, it was 6am now.

"Where?"

"Classified." Came my only response, I kind of knew that anyway but I'd asked regardless.

"Is she ok?" I asked, this time turning my head to stare at my teacher.

"You just saw her," He replied.

I shook my head, I knew my Mom better than he did, I knew she was the best liar ever especially when it came to me. "No." I shook my head.

Mr Solomon stared at me with sad eyes. "No, you're right. She isn't." But he added, when he saw me near to tears. "But when she comes home, she will be."

I sighed, because he was right. My Mom had known what she was getting into when she was recruited at 18, she knew what held in the balance 20 years later. She was going to be ok, because she was always ok.

I was sitting in Professor Buckingham's class after lunch when there was a knock on the door. "Yes." She asked.

Of all the people it could've been opening my classroom door, I was not expecting Abigail Cameron , my Aunt to saunter in (yes she saunters!).

"Hey squirt." She said with a nod in my direction.

My whole class turned to Aunt Abby, they hadn't seen her alive and well since they'd heard the news about her getting shot. She still looked haunted, and fragile but her smile made everything better. "Can I borrow Cammie for a bit?" She asked, with actual puppy dog eyes at Professor Buckingham.

Professor Buckingham smiled at me and nodded. "Very well Ms Morgan, you may leave."

I quickly gathered my stuff (like uber-fast) and squeezed out from inbetween Bex and Liz and followed Aunt Abby out of the classroom. When the classroom door shut and we'd walked down the corridor I looked at my Aunt with expectant eyes. As if reading the hope in my eyes, she said. "Yeah kiddo, your Mom came home."

I grinned and practically dragged Abby down the Hall of History to my Mom's Office. The door was opened so we just walked in.

"Cammie!" My Mom shouted as soon as she saw me.

I was shocked at the sight of her, she looked worse than Aunt Abby had been after she'd been shot, and more than 100 times worse than I'd seen her on video chat this morning. I tried to hide my shock and instead hugged my Mom tightly (without putting pressure on her evidently broken ribs). I suddenly felt a tear touch my cheek which was not mine. Oh Gosh, my Mom was actually crying.

"I love you Cammie." She whispered in my ear.

"Mom I love you too."

We just stood there, the two of us hugging in her Office, eventually she pulled away and smiled at me through her tears. I was relived more than anything that she was alive and home. She was actually home. We continued smiling, and as I turned to look around her Office I could see Abby and Mr Solomon were smiling to. My Mom had come home, just as Mr Solomon had said.

"I'll leave you girls too it then." Mr Solomon broke the silence with a smirk. "I've got a class to save."

He was half way to the door when my Mom dropped her arm from around me and made a few tentative steps towards him. "Thank you Joe." She told him sadly. "Thank you for saving me."

Mr Solomon just smiled at her and (oh gosh kill me now) grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Any time."

When the door swung shut my Aunts raised her eyebrow at my Mom. "Ooooh, so you and Joe?" Abby ask mischievously.

"Are just friends Abby..." My Mom tailed off, but she was still looking at the place where Mr Solomon had just been and her voice was kind of sad and full of regret.

"Mmmhmmm..." Aunt Abby responded not believing a word my Mom had just said. "So you don't mind if I go shove my tongue down his throat right now."

My Mom scolded "Abby" right at the same time as I squealed. "Ewwww."

The three of us looked at each other for a second and then burst out laughing (which my Mom promptly stopped doing because it hurt her ribs too much).

As if realising what she'd said was totally inappropriate for my ears Abby added. "Sorry Squirt. Forgot he was your teacher."

"Aunt Abby, I don't want to hear you say that even if he wasn't my teacher." I countered.

"It's not me you have to worry about, it's your Mom he's got eyes for."

"Ewwwwww." I voiced my response louder this time and Abby laughed.

I turned to my Mom who was smiling but also raising an eyebrow at Abby, as if to say "are you serious?

"What? It's true!" Abby said.

And the awkward thing was, I kind of had to agree.

"Anyway-" My Mom cut across, steering the conversation away from her love life. She was about to say something serious, it would seem but her eyes caught something on her desk. Slowly moving to her desk she cocked her head upside down and then finally realising what it was picked the white piece of paper off of the mahogany surface.

"What is this Abigail?" She said with a slight laugh.

Aunt Abby looked at her questioningly. "What?" she said in a confused voice.

My Mom turned the picture away from me, towards Aunt Abby, but I already knew what it was. It was the picture of my Mom kissing Mr Solomon (on the cheek!) from her Gallagher days. And then as my Aunt saw it she laughed.

"Oh my God Rachel. Trust me that wasn't me!" Abby struggled to get out during her fit of laughter.

"Then who do you supposed did it then, huh?" My Mom asked, looking again at the picture.

"It was Mr Solomon." My voice was quiet, nothing more than a whisper, but my Mom and Aunt are both spies, they heard. They always heard.

"What?" They both spluttered at the same time.

I nodded from the couch and Aunt Abby rushed forwards to sit next to me expectantly. "Mr Solomon showed me it last night, he told me about how you disappeared but you came back home, and you guys all missed school to go round Atlantic City." I added with a smile, with the same raised eyebrow my Mom always gives.

"He didn't?" Mom said, her mouth agape. "I can't believe he told you!"

I glanced at Aunt Abby who was still in hysterics. "Somebody's in trouble!" she sang in my ear, and I knew she didn't mean me. I began to laugh too and we both stared at my Mom who was still standing, in shock.

"I'm going to kill that man." She muttered before sinking into the couch next to me. Aunt Abby was on my other side.

"Trouble in paradise." Abby murmured after a few seconds of silence.

As quick as lightening my Mom, threw her arm over me and hit Abby's leg. "Ow." Abby feigned hurt. "Don't take your boyfriend issues out on me."

"Abby shut up!" Mom said playfully.

Abby hit her in retaliation, lighter as to not add to her injuries.

"Guys, I am in the middle!" I yelped when I felt both my Mom and Abby accidentally hit me in the middle of their squabble.

"Sorry kiddo." Was said at the same time as "Sorry squirt." And I smiled.

My Mom then put one arm around me and my Aunt put her other around me, I cuddled into my Mom and the three of us sat there for a long time and it has got to be one of my happiest memories since my Dad died. Aunt Abby wasn't a ghost, not anymore and my Mom was happy and so I was happy.