VERY IMPORTANT!!!!! A/N: in order for this story to work, forget the Blackthorne exchange, erase it from your mind. Thanks. (Setting the stage) Cammie and Zach have never met before. P.s. I own nada.

Cammie's PoV

I made my way down the hallway with the cart. I passed several suspicious looking people but made no attempt to attack them, I had to focus on getting out of here in time for Macey. Macey was losing blood and I could see a red trickle forming on the bed sheets covering her.

An official looking man in the hotel's uniform walked up to me, eyeing me with suspicion. "Excuse me, but I don't think I know you, and I know everyone who works at this hotel. Show me your ID."

What? ID? Oh crap! Think, Cammie! I pushed the fear and confusion out of me and felt a wave of calm and cool wash over me. I braced myself for the only way to get out of this conversation without hurting him.

I stepped around the cart and walked closer to him. I made my eyes wide and didn't blink, my way of bringing tears to my eyes, a very successful and handy trick. "You… you mean you don't remember two weeks ago?" I asked as the tears welled up in my eyes.

He stepped back, looking confused and surprised. "Wha… huh?" He asked me, apparently incoherent. That or being loquacious isn't his thing.

"Maybe this will remind you." I stepped forward and braced myself. I grabbed his jacket and pulled him forward, crushing my lips to his. I tried to keep the throw up back but I felt it coming on as his breath hit me, it was nasty to say the least. I pushed him away just as my throat burned with the throw up I was keeping in.

He staggered back a couple steps, shocked, while I tried to retain my breakfast. "Um…. Continue.. so sorry to have bothered you." He said as he stumbled away, his hand pressed to his lips. I saw a man with crazy white hair and wild eyebrows watching the exchange.

I grabbed the cart and pushed it down the hall. I stopped when I got next to him. He was a spy, I could tell. I just… knew.

"Your beard…" I said, trying to hold back laughter. "It's falling off." I said as I pointed to his face and the beard starting to come loose. I winked at his shocked face and continued my way down the hallway.

Once I turned the corner, I gave up my restrained laughter. I leaned on the wall, my whole body shaking from laughter. I could sense the rising hysteria in me, causing this giggle attack. I didn't know how to get out of this place, I was lost, and no one I trusted knew. Well, besides Macey but I don't think she can help me now.

Then I remembered the helicopter. Of course, the helicopter must be full of good, spy equipment that I can use and a convenient way to leave the hotel! I pushed the cart into the nearest stairwell and started the long way up to the roof; pushing the stubborn cart up stair by stair.

By the ninth floor if the C of C didn't kill me I bet heaving this cart up and more stairs would.

"Hey, stop!" I turned around to see a man in black staring at me and starting to pull a cuff link up to his mouth, a comm unit. I ran back to him and flipped him over, sending him falling down the opening in the stairwell, his yell echoing up the hallway.

There wasn't time to think about the man I probably just killed, I need to get to the roof. I slammed the door open and ran to the helicopter, pulling a knife out of my sleeve. I jumped in the door and looked around. I saw the pilot turn around and stare at me.

He was about to speak but I ran up to him, grabbed him, and threw him against the wall, and pressed the knife up to his throat.

"You wouldn't dare. You don't have the nerve." The pilot spat at me.

"Wouldn't I? I've just got burned. A whole organization of trained assassins is after me, so tell me why I wouldn't kill you to get what I want. Think I can't kill, look at the man in the bottom of stairwell B. He'll tell you otherwise." I said, my fury rising with every word. Unconsciously, I pushed the knife harder on his throat, bringing a trickle of blood down his throat and being absorbed by his shirt collar.

I let him go, I saw his fear of me in his eyes. In a swift motion I put the knife in the air and smacked him of the head with the hilt. I didn't kill him, I just knocked him out.

I looked around and saw the keys still in the ignition. I snorted at their stupidity. I threw the pilot out of the helicopter and ran over to the cart, waiting at the stairwell entrance. I pulled Macey out of the bundle of sheets and dragged her over to the helicopter. I put her in the back, and I headed to the pilots seat after I slammed the door shut and locked it.

I felt and heard the engine roar to life under me. Carefully, I maneuvered off the roof and started flying away, looking back and saw figures running out of the stairwell entrances. They were shooting, the bullets hit the body of the helicopter but didn't do any damage.

One bullet I didn't see coming flew through the window and hit me in the shoulder. "AH!" I moaned and grabbed my shoulder, the blood already flowing steadily out of my wound.

I quickly turned and got out of range, then started for the direction I guessed was Gallagher. I cried, confused (mentally) and hurt (physically). I felt myself slowly slipping away. I couldn't take it, the loss of blood was killing me. I fell out of my seat, and I could feel the helicopter changing course. I tried to pull myself up but broke the steering wheel.

I pulled and pushed on it but it was jammed. I saw it, we were heading down, drastically. We were going to crash. "No… Macey." I whispered as I stumbled around on my hands and knees; looking for a parachute.

I grabbed one and strapped it on, then I grabbed Macey and clipped her on to the parachute too. I slid the door open. The air blew the hair out of my face and stung my cut. "Ready?" I asked myself. I looked around to see if I recognized anything where we were and I didn't; and then took a leap of faith and jumped.

The feeling of the fall was so nice, pain free and worry free. I savored it, as I felt my consciousness slipping away. I pulled the cord and the parachute opened, slowing us down . We fell like that for what felt like hours to my foggy mind.

We touched down and the clip that held Macey to me broke, sending her rolling a different direction than me. I had to force myself to open my eyes to see if Macey was okay. I saw her ten feet away from me, perfectly safe except for her many injuries. I noticed Macey's pocket was vibrating. I stumbled over to her and reached into her pocket to pull out her cell phone.

"Macey! Hey how are you?" I heard a British accent ask, but for the life of me I couldn't remember who that person was.

"Macey… hello?" the accent asked.

"Help." I managed to whisper before I couldn't control myself anymore. I fell back on the ground, my eyelids fluttering shut on the farmland around us.

And I slipped into unconsciousness, and my last thought was what pretty cows.

A/N: Yes, this story's name is from the TV show Burn Notice. I mean, isn't Michael Weston just about the coolest, butt-kicking guy EVER!!!!

And what did you think of Zach's appearance in this? Yes, crazy beard guy was Zach!! Wait, oops that was supposed 2 be a surprise!! Whatever! (:

Lots of smiles,

Swimmi