Hi all! didn't quite get enough reviews (1 more and I would've got 10) but since I'm going camping I'll update now anyway.

Sorry it's so short. I have enough written so that I can update until the end of chapter 13 but what I have written needs HEAPS of editing and incase you don't know I'm betaless (don't think I'm stupid but I don't even know how to work/ use beta reader...).

Ok so this is just a little challenge - when your bored of all the new fanfics look at all the old ones, check out random pages and read some of the stories on that page. You never know...you might find a story you like :)

Chapter 10: Crying Home

Bex POV

No.

No, she can't be gone. She was…. IS one of the best, how could she be MIA? Liz let out a small sob and fell into Jonas's arms, tears were streaming down her face along with the makeup Macey and I had tortured her with. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and told myself it wasn't real. If there's one thing I know about lying it's that you can eventually lie to yourself.

Eventually isn't 11 seconds.

I broke down in tears. She's gone and I couldn't do anything to stop her. Grant held me to his chest as I continued to cry in heavy, painful sobs. Macey knocked Jonas's laptop over and climbed out of the van, slamming the door as she went. I controlled myself enough to stop breaking down to my knees and let go of Grant. As I looked into his eyes I could see tears in his eyes ready to spill over, Cammie was like a sister to him. I got out of the van and sat next to Macey who was sitting on the road, her back leaning against the tyre of the van. Macey looked like she was about to throw up.

"She saved me. She found me and I couldn't repay her the favour." Macey buried her face in her hands and curled her knees up to her chest and for the first time ever seen, Macey McHenry cried. I cried with her as we sat in growing darkness. Zach had disappeared again. If I'm like this I can't imagine what Zach is feeling. Grant eventually dragged us back into the van around midnight. We were both pale from crying and the makeup that Macey had on was streaked down her face. Hardly anyone slept that night; we were all deep in thought and worry.

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As the sun rose I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Everyone was slowly waking up and stretching. I realised what jumper I had slept in, it was the one Cammie had given me for Christmas two years ago. It was royal blue, my favourite colour, with a jewelled crown on the back. Inside was a message sewn into the lining.

Duchess, I will always be there, even when you can't see me

- Chameleon

I ran my fingers over the message and waited for the tears to come. They didn't. I had cried so much yesterday that I had no more tears to shed. As I climbed out of the van and into the cold morning air I was surprised to see Zach sitting on the roof watching the sunrise. "Morning Bex." He said plainly, there was no emotion in his voice, no smirk or 'Rebecca' comment, but his eyes were full of sadness. That was the first time he had called me by my nickname (without being forced to do so). "Hi Zach." I climbed in to the roof and sat beside him. I sighed and said, "We can't cry anymore, we're spies, we need to keep moving."

Zach nodded, "So where do we go?"

"The best thing we can do is go home. Go back to Gallagher. But before we go there we need to stop somewhere else. There's a backpackers hotel 5 minutes drive away."

"That's a good plan Bex." I'm sure he registered the shock on my face as he said this. I nodded and got off the roof, leaving Zach in the growing rays of sunlight.

We stayed at the backpackers' hotel for two nights. After several weeks of sleeping, eating and living in a van even a mouldy mattress in the 'Spare Change Stop – 20 cent showers' was a luxury. We all felt better after a shower, washing the tried tears away. In three days I dropped over a kilo, I've barely eaten anything and I feel that my mental barrier is being pushed beyond its limits. Grant scared me when he came up behind me with a piece of buttered toast. "Grant you scared me." I sighed realising it was Grant and not Cammie - it hasn't even been three days and already I'm not the same.

"I've called you name six times Bex. You are in a world of your own. Come on, we're gonna get moving." He handed me the slice of toast and slid his arm around my waist and lead me to the van.

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As I walked up the stone steps and through the oak doors the feeling that I was home overwhelmed me. As I dropped my backpack in the grand foyer Mr Solomon walked down the main staircase and demanded in his deep voice, "Baxter, McHenry, Newman, Anderson, Goode, my office now." Let the torture begin.

I'm not asking for reviews for the next update but they are always appreciated :)

Sorry for my horrible grammar/spelling I just skimmed over this chapter

I'll update next week when I get home. Happy Easter everyone!