I'm back. Sorry about the 2 week break but I just wasn't sure how to do this next scene since we don't exactly know what happens with Zach. So, I did it the way I think it happened. Thanks and please review! I'm also leaving out the part about Mr. Steve and Zach.

We sat in a van driving. I didn't know where we were going or why. I just sat in the back seat next to Bex chatting. We pulled up to Mr. Solomon's log cabin and walked in.

Abby played the tape and we watched Cammie on the screen. My felt dizzy and I no longer heard the words they were saying. I left my eye's follow Cammie's searching the room.

"Zach, what is it?" Mrs. Morgan asked. I let my gaze look around the room before settling on the book shelves.

"Those are out of order," I said pushing around the books to reveal a loose piece of paneling. I opened it and stared into the darkness.

"What was in there, Zach? Was it weapons? Passports? Cash?" Abby asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know. He never showed me this?"

"Think Zach!" Abby snapped. "What did Joe –"

Mrs. Morgan cut her off, "Not Joe. That's not Joe's hiding place. It's Matthew's"

I really spaced off after that. I didn't hear a single word anyone said as my mind floated to summer. I could feel the anger rising up in me. Soon enough I slammed the screen door and snapped at no one in particular.

"I should have known she would come here. I should have known."

Bex tried to comfort me, "Don't blame yourself, you aren't the one to blame." But she didn't realize how wrong she was. Cammie wasn't to blame either. I mean of course running was stupid; running alone was even more stupid. But she was desperate. I could see where she was coming from. I had been desperate too, asking her to run away with me.

Cammie burst through the doors and ran around the corner. I knew she wasn't running away again; she was simply running away from whatever happened inside. She needed space. So when Bex took off after her, I didn't follow.

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It was a few hours later and the girls still weren't back. An alarm broke through Joe's house, signaling that someone tripped a wire in the woods. Now it could have been a bird or something; but my gut told me it wasn't. So maybe that's why I took off without explaining what it was to Abby and Mrs. Morgan.

When I reached Cammie she was holding a gun. I looked at the body at Bex's feet with fresh blood staining his shirt. I pulled on the gun; wanting her to give it from me, to take it away from her.

"Cammie," I whispered in her ear. "Cammie, give me the gun."

"Give it to him" Abby snapped running up the hill with her sister.

I helped Liz to the car while mentally beating myself up. Why didn't I follow her? Then it would have been my shooting the gun and not her.

(AN: I was going to stop here but seeing as I didn't update last weekend I decided to be nice and update the next scene too. )

The next moring Mrs. Morgan woke me up and asked me to watch over Cammie. I found her near the grand staircase.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. She looked startled to see me at first but quickly covered her face in a mask. When she didn't answer I started to get worried, "Cammie, are you –"

"I'm fine," she said and ran into a sitting room nearby, "Hold this."

"Gallagher Girl," I said skeptically. It rolled off my tongue like it usually did, he nickname that is, but I couldn't help but realize that I hadn't said that lately. I watched as the stones rolled away to reveal a passage way.

"I just want to check on something," she said while she stepped over the ashes carefully. I followed and said,

"Does this something have to do with the two limos that pulled up outside?" She didn't answer.

"I thought the passage ways were all blocked off," I asked.

"The ones they know about are closed off. And besides, this one doesn't go outside. It's not a perimeter threat." I had to crouch low and turn my shoulder as weird angles to follow, but I did. She gave off some more information about passages ways and I took in every word. She was finally giving me information about herself and her school that I didn't have to hunt down; so I took it all in, not forgetting one word.

I tried to tell her that she didn't want to be there, listening to the trustees but she wouldn't listen. Then again she would really be Cammie if she did.

After a while Cammie took off. I struggle to follow. When I finally caught up to her, she was in open room standing at a window.

I grabbed her and spun her towards me, "Don't do that. Don't ever run away again."

"I killed someone," she said. I thought back to yesterday. I had already beaten myself up for not following her so that I could have done that.

"You saved Bex," I said.

"They think I'm dangerous. They think –"

"They don't know you!" At the time I didn't know I was screaming but it didn't matter anyways. "They don't know you," I said again, taking her hands. "I know you."

"They're strangers" she said.

"Yeah," I agreed, trying to make her feel better. She pulled away and looked into my eyes.

"Impartial, informed, unbiased strangers, and they think something's wrong."

"Why did you kill him, Cammie?" I asked after a while.

"I don't know," she said but I went on as if she didn't talk.

"Why didn't you let me? They teach us how to do those things. At Blackthorne."

She started getting mad, "The Gallagher Academy doesn't exactly leave its graduates clueless on the subject, you know."

I shook my head, "They teach you how to save lives. They teach us how to take them. And then, how to live with ourselves after . . ." I touched the window. "It's all my fault."

"Nothing is your fault."

"I told you to run away. I gave you the idea."

"No you didn't. I'd known for a long time that it was my best option."

"You should have taken me!" I shouted. "You needed me." I reached out to touch her head but she moved away.

"Why? So I could watch Mr. Solomon's protégé throw himself on another bomb to protect me? So that I could watch someone else get hurt?"

"So we could keep each other safe!"

"New flash, Zach; I am safe!" But she wasn't; she had come so close to dying. She had done things she shouldn't have. She had killed someone without thought.

"You could have died, Cammie."

"I'm breathing, and I'm home and –"

"You could have died."

"I'm fine," she said as I reached her side.

"You could have died," I said and the tears started pouring down her face.

"I killed someone."

"I know."

"I killed someone and I don't even remember pulling the trigger. That can't be normal. YOU take a man's life, you should remember it. You should think about it. You should know what you're doing and . . ."

I kissed her. My hands traveled to brace her neck.

"I remember this," she said running her fingers on me chest. "I remember this," she said again and I muffled my moan by kissing her again. I let my lips trace her bruises.

"I . . . Are you afraid of me, Zach?"

"No."

"I am."

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Love Ya'll,

Katie, the daughter of Poseidon and a Gallagher Girl at heart.