Hey! So sorry I haven't been up to my regular updating, but I got it now! I don't really know why, but it took me a while to write this chapter, which is weird because I found Ch.9 was a lot harder to write...anyway we almost got to 50 reviews! I can't believe I'm already on Chapter 10, but I have to say it's because of you guys! Thank you so much to everyone who reads this story! I hope you have as much fun reading it as I have writing it...alright I'll stop talking...enjoy!

Chapter Ten

I woke to morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, and to the sound of slight snoring. Wait…snoring? I rubbed my eyes and rolled over. Well, tried to roll over, I only got halfway before hitting another body.

I looked over. Zach was asleep next to me. He must have come in during the night because he wasn't under the blankets. He was in gray sweatpants and…shirtless.

"Zach," I hissed. "Zachary Goode."

Slowly he opened one eye, then the other. Those gorgeous green eyes…and abs. But I wasn't going to let myself get distracted. Then he smirked. Actual smirkage.

"Zach, what are you doing here?" I demanded. He didn't answer, just closed his eyes. "Zach! Why are you in my bed?" I sat up. He groaned.

"Last night. Heard you crying." He muttered, mostly to the pillow.

The dream, it came flooding back. An all too familiar sense of fear and sadness filled me.

"Oh," was my only response.

Zach opened both of his eyes, now apparently fully awake. "Came, you were really upset. What were you dreaming about?"

I fiddled with the blanket. "Nothing Zach, I'm fine. You can go now." I evaded his question.

Sighing, he rolled out of bed. Again his hotness factor was really distracting, so I tried not to look at him.

On his way out of the room, he grabbed the doorjamb and looked at me.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm right next door."

"Thanks," I gave him a half-smile.

He looked like there was more he wanted to say, but he didn't'. Part of me was relieved; the other part of me wanted him to tell me everything. That way I could confide in him too. I wanted to trust him with everything I had, but walls between the two of us blocked that.

I groaned and tumbled out of bed. Ask anyone that knows me and they will tell you how much I hate mornings.

After showering and changing I felt a little more awake. I met Zach and we decided to go out to breakfast.

Deciding not to take the car, we wandered through the streets of Dublin. We saw cute shops and old buildings; Dublin really was a beautiful city. We found a place with the delicious smell of waffles wafting from it and entered.

An elderly lady sat us in a table for two at the window facing the street. After taking our orders she smiled at us and winked at Zach. Naturally he smirked.

I shook my head. "Some things never change." I noted.

Expecting a sarcastic remark, I was surprised when one didn't come.

"You're right, Gallagher Girl. Now are you going to tell me what you were dreaming about last night?"

I cocked my head. "Depends. Are you going to tell me why you feel like you had to comfort me?"

"Guess I can't resist being a knight in shining armor." He smirked and leaned in closer. "Now Cam, what got you so upset?"

I looked out at the street, then I answered.

"I was dreaming about the last time I saw you. When I was captured and you, you shot your mom."

Pain clouded Zach's eyes. He didn't say anything so I rambled on.

"We were in the warehouse and she was about to pull the trigger…" My voice drifted for a moment before I continued. "Zach you saved me. You killed your own family, for me. I don't think anyone else would do that for me." I shook my head. Zach continued to watch me with a look on his face I couldn't describe. "And after that all I wanted to do was tell you how grateful I was. But, I couldn't. I didn't want to face my feelings. And then you, disappeared and I didn't have the courage to go after you." I blinked back tears.

Every trace of confidence or cockiness was gone from Zach's face. The look he had in his eyes told me that maybe I wasn't the only o ne who go their heart broken four years ago.

He looked down at his hands. "Gallagher Girl, I would have done anything for you. And…I think I still would. You've always been the one person who I could trust and you didn't see me as a troubled boy whose mother was a monster. I left because I didn't want to hurt you anymore than I already had.

I tried my hardest not to completely lose it. I had dreamed and wanted to have this conversation so many times.

"Zach, the last thing I wanted was to drive you away. I was such a wreck after all of it hat I guess it seemed like I didn't' want you with me. But…I did." I confessed, hoping that maybe he would tell me the same.

Naturally, the waitress picked this moment to walk up and place our breakfasts in front of us. I said a polite "thank you" and without a word the waitress walked away.

Turning back to face Zach I saw him studying me.

"Cam, four years ago I walked away from you, and I'll always regret it. But not once did I forget you or stop needing you."

I smiled at him and in that moment he had never been so perfect. "Me either, but how about from now on, no matter what happens, no regrets, okay?" I told him.

He smiled back, "No regrets," he agreed. I laughed and looked at the food neither o fus had touched.

"I guess we should probably eat." I picked up my fork. Zach nodded and grabbed the syrup.

If I had any worries about things being awkward afterwards, they disappeared. Zach and I easily fell into conversation for the rest of our meal.

Stepping out of the restaurant into the street I felt as if a huge burden was lifted from me. Things weren't perfect with Zach, they probably never would be, but we had taken a step in the right direction.

Now if we could just find Bex. Remembering Bex brought back the stress of the mission and all the unknown challenges. But talking with Zach had brought us close together and I knew that was going to make our mission better. We made a good team, I smiled to myself.

Zach, walking next to me, must have noticed as he put his arm over my shoulders. I didn't protest, just kept walking.

When we got back to the hotel we didn't go back to our rooms, just headed to the parking garage.

I got in the passenger door, assuming Zach would want to drive.

"Do you know where we're going?" I couldn't help but ask.

Zach's familiar smirk was back. "Yes, Gallagher Girl, I do. I mapped it out this morning.

I figured I couldn't argue with that so I kept my mouth shut. While pulling out of the garage, I remembered I'd been meaning to ask him something.

"Hey Zach, do you know William Taylor? I noticed your reaction yesterday when Riley mentioned him."

Zach turned the car on a street before answering. "Yeah, I guess you could say I know Taylor. He went to Blackthorne, but was a couple grades ahead of me. The Circle recruited him and so did the CIA. He became the type of guy you never knew whose side he was on. Not many people trust him, but he worked to stay in the good graces of the Circle and the CIA. He gave a lot of good intel to the CIA these past few years, but I'm pretty sure he blew a couple of operatives' covers on occasion."

I processed everything Zach was telling me.

"Do you think he turned Bex in?" I asked.

Zach looked at me for a moment. "I wouldn't put it past him, but I couldn't tell you. That's why I'm not sure if working with him is a good idea; he could blow our covers too."

"Yeah but is his information worth the risk?" I countered.

"Most likely," Zach responded. "Taylor's a good operative and a really tough guy. Plus he's one of those few people with accurate information on the Circle.

I nodded, "Well I'm willing to risk it, for Bex."

"Feeling brave, are we Gallagher Girl?" Zach raised his eyebrows as he pulled up to a small condo complex. "We're here."

I looked around. It seemed like there was several condominiums in the area. I place where college kids would house off-campus, I mused.

"Here goes nothing," I told Zach as I reached for the car door handle.

So there was a lot of Zammie drama in this chapter...I hope you liked it. They aren't officially together yet, but things are getting there. Again, I'd love to hear ideas for future chapters, they are really useful sometimes!

P.S.I meant to ask you this last chapter, but what do you thing the initials "R.J.S." stand for? (aka the initials of Mr. Solomon's son) I've already decided but I want to see if anyone can guess!

PPS. So I just gave you a lot to think about, tell me what your thoughts are in a review!