The crowd at the train depot was over powering, but I managed to push my way through. Nobody took a second glance as I walked through the cavernous tunnels that winded their way around the whole building. Getting in had been A LOT easier than I had expected, and now I was looking for Mr. Solomon. As I turned the corner I saw a figure walking behind me, so I stopped, just out of sight, and waited. About three seconds after Solomon turned the corner.

"Zach." He acknowledged.

"Joe." I imitated his voice, and he only looked slightly impatient.

"You said you had news on the COC problem."

"Yes sir", my voice was grave as I remembered why I was here, "I've been informed that Macey isn't the target."

"So that means…." He trailed off, and for the first time since I've known him, he was at a loss of words.

"They're after Cammie." I kept a poker face as I said it, and for a split second (and I mean it was like blink or you'll miss it fast) Solomon looked like I had killed his puppy,(no puppies were harmed in the making of that similie) but I knew it was worse.

Way worse.

Cammie was almost like a daughter to Joe, whether she knew it or not. He had been her dad's best friend, and had practically lived at the morgan house when he wasn't on a mission. Don't ask how I knew that, cause you'll never get a real answer.

"Okay, well I'll inform Rachael about this and Cammie well-" I cut him off

"We can't tell her. It's Cammie, She'll do something about it that could put her in danger." Solomon sighed

"Yeah, you're right. So I take it you're not at school this year?"

"Not technically." I smirked

"But you didn't drop out?"

"Think of it as extra credit."

"I don't want to know do I?"

"Nope." I said popping the "p".

"Okay well I need to head back to the school, you need a ride?"

"I'm sure I can figure something out."

I was standing in the dark of a moving train, taking of my brilliant, but stupid looking disguise, when I heard someone start banging on the door shouting for Macey.

"Ms. McHenry! Ms. McHenry, are you in there? I only need a minute." The knocking stopped and I heard someone messing with the lock- probably picking it. About half a second later the door whipped open and some brunet slid in, shutting the door behind her. Just as she turned around I lunged at her, getting a handful of hair and pulling hard. To my surprise it pulled of the top of her head, and I paused for a minute. Standing in front of me, was my Gallagher Girl, but as I looked back and forth between her and the wig, the happiness left me and I realized that she was HERE. Unprotected. Didn't she know the danger that she was in?

"You aren't supposed to be here Gallagher Girl." My voice was full of anger but I couldn't help it.

"You're telling me that I shouldn't be here?" she snapped, anger was slowly spreading across here face.

"It's dangerous." I knew that I couldn't tell her why, and hopefully she wouldn't ask.

"Incase you haven't noticed, I can take care of myself." Lucky for me, the train picked that moment to lurch and she tripped forward, falling into my arms. She tried to pull away but I held her close, knowing that I couldn't let this moment pass.

"Shhh." I whispered as the voices in the hall got louder, neither of us moving until they faded away. I looked into Cammie's eyes and shifted my gaze to her forhead, remembering the blood. I could still see a faint bruise across her hairline, and at that moment I wanted to hold her tight forever.

I noticed her green colored contacts and brown wig. I couldn't help but say "Nice disguise," as I saw the little back dress that, no doubt, Bex and Macey had forced her to wear.

"You too," She smiled, "but it looked even better in Boston." Holy shit….

How did she….?

"Yeah I-.." I stopped when I heard someone knock on the door. Her eyes went wide as she looked into mine…

"Here." I said, motioning to one of the old collapsible bunks that lined the side of the room. By the time the door burst open, Cammie and I were hidden inside.

"What's going on Zach?" She whispered, and I could hear voices outside the little bunk that belonged to Abby and Macey. "You were in Boston Zach." She tried again.

"Shhh." I whispered, pulling her closer to me with a jerk around her middle. Getting caught wasn't really an option….

"That's how you knew about the laundry shute!" she gasped. "Why were you there Zach?" Her voice was desperate, and I almost caved. Almost.

"Not now." I said softly

"And don't say it was because we were in any danger because at the time we weren't in any danger."

"You want to take a nap or something?" I tried again.

"Yeah, and while we're on the subject, why are you here?"

"I could ask the same thing of you except we should be shutting up now." All of the voices had stopped but I knew Macey was still out there. Because I could hear noises. Noises I really shouldn't be thinking about while I was crammed up against my somewhat girlfriend. Because, well, they were the sounds of kissing, and I don't think right now would be a good time to get distracted.

"What were you and Mr. Solomon talking about?" she asked again, and I remembered why I was here.

"You don't get it do you?" I twisted her so that our faces were inches apart. "This is dangerous Cammie."

"Yeah. I kinda figured that out the day I woke up with a concussion."

"Don't make light of this."

"What part of concussion is synonomous with 'making light'?"

"You shouldn't be hear." I said it slowly, trying to get it into her mind.

"You're here," she snapped back.

"Listen, this is no place for…" I trailed off, not wanting to tell her to truth. I wanted to take the words back, but I couldn't.

"A girl?" She questioned, but I stayed quiet, not moving. "A student?" She asked again. "What Zach, tell me what you are that I'm not."

"I'm someone who doesn't have anything to lose." I moved my hand up to touch her face, because out of everything I didn't have, she was the one thing I did. The only thing I had to lose.

But before either of us could respond, the trunk popped open sending us out sprawled on the linoleum tiled floor. I looked up and saw Macey looking down at us as she said, "Well this wasn't on my agenda." Cammie and I quickly righted ourselves as Macey turned to me and said, "Hi Zach."

"Hey Macey," I nodded casually, "Sorry to drop in." I smirked, knowing it would irritate atleast one of them, "but Cammie just had to be alone with me, you know how she gets."

Before I could blink Cammie smacked my arm and I flinched. Only a little though. "You know, you're going to hurt me one of these days and then you're going to feel really bad about it."

"Yeah," she started, "well maybe if you'd be honest with me for once-"

"Um, just so you know," Macey cut in, " Abby will be back in approximately two minutes, so you two love birds might want to make this quick."

I jumped up fast grabbing my bag, and made my way over to the window, it was about time for me to get off anyway, "thanks, but this is my stop. He McHenry, you mind?"

As Macey opened the door and distracted one of the gaurds, I ran down the hall to one of the doors. Stopping quickly, I turned to Cammie and said, "Hey Gallagher Girl, promise me something. Be," I reached up to the faded scar on her head again and traced its faint outline,"Careful." Then I took a step back and slid the door open, cold wind slammed up against me, as I fell back into the night, my eyes resting on Cammie one last time.

I pulled my parachute.

Who wants to play a game? Simon says review the story! You don't like that game, okay how about truth or dare? I dare you to review the story and tell me the truth. Did you like it or didn't you? Why or why not? I won't get better unless you REVIEW!