Disclaimer: If I owned these books then I wouldn't have written this.

What happens when their's a Code Black at Blackthorne? Everyone grabs the nearest object that could be used as a deadly weapon and finds a tacticle position and lie in wait for the intruder to appear. What happens during a Code Black at Gallagher? All the lights go out, every object that could identify the school slid in to the walls, and steel panes slid over the windows.

Cammie grabbed my hand and started running down the hallway as fast as she could in the torture devices she called shoes. When we past the recycling bins at the end of the hall they burst into flames to burn any classified materials. A series of lanterns lit themselves as we ran.

"I thought those were for decoration," I yelled over the sirens. Looking back on it , that had probably been stupid of me. We were in a spy school. Nothing was just for decoration.

"If everything goes right they are."

"So this means.."

"Something is seriously not right." She finished.

Formally dressed people from the maintenance department ran past but didn't say anything to us. Fine by me. Being ignorable is kind of my strong suite.

"It's security protocol." She shouted to me. "There must have been a breach. The whole system goes into lockdown nothing gets in."

As if to prove her point, steel bars snapped into place over the entrance to the hall we had just come through.

"And nothing gets out." Well that wasn't grim or anything. If this was a spy movie then that would have been the moment where the ominous music played.

The entire room was rotating like a kaleidoscope and it was making me a little dizzy to watch. "Does this happen a lot?" probably a dumb question, but security breaches aren't so scary if they're common.

"No." Okay scratch earlier. This is when the ominous music would play in a movie.

We reached the foyer and when I saw the incoming crowd of teachers I decided that it was time to do the one and only thing that I was unfailingly good at. I disappeared.

"So lets just have this straight. You didn't kiss Cammie and you didn't cause the humongous security breach?" Grant asked.

"For the twelfth time since I gave you the run down of tonight's events, no I did not kiss Cammie or cause the security breach." I told him

"Not even just a bit of it?"

"NO! GRANT!"

"Okay okay. You know for a guy wo survived training to deal with Japanese water torture you really can not take a joke."

"Psychologically speaking the part of the brain that controls pain responses is in no way related to the part of the brain that controls our sense of humor." Jonas said.

Grant and I just stared at him like he had spoken, Greek? No, I speak Greek. Korean? Nope, speak that too... Jesus it's hard to use that comparison when you speak fourteen languages. Ummm... how about Coptic? I don't think I ever learned how to speak that. Okay so we stared at him like he had just spoken Coptic.

"Jonas" Grant asked. "Do I want to know what that means in english?"

He considered for a moment. "No. You can ignore me."

Grant nodded. "Ignoring." And flopped down onto the bed.

I rolled my eyes and was headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth when I noticed the shadows beyond the door. "Jonas." I said in my best we-might-be-about-to-be-in-a-really-bad-situation-but-lets-just-pretend-everything-is-fine voice. "Go into the bathroom and shut the door." Recognizing the toan, Jonas went without asking and Grant grabbed the combat Knife he had stashed under his pillow. I took hold of the knife I had in my waist band and counted silently to Grant and then ripped the door open.

I stopped before stabbing the person to death when I realized that it was Mr. Solomon. I'm not entirely sure, but brutally and fatally stabbing your teacher with an army issue combat knife could not be something the school approved of.

Mr. Solomon didn't look at all fazed by the fact that he had nearly been stabbed to death by two teenagers in their pajamas. Instead he just said, "Hello boys. Grant, Jonas, would you mind if I borrowed Zach for a moment?"

Grant looked too confused to say anything and Jonas had only just come out of the bathroom so their was nothing to do other than sigh and slip into the newly illuminated hall with Mr. Solomon.

Once we had reached a spot a little way down the hall he turned. I knew instinctively to close down my face and freeze my emmotions into a cube. "Good Zach." Mr. Solomon nodded in approval. "Keep your face blank. Number one rule of resisting interrogation. As you have guessed I do have a few questions as to what happened during the code black. Cammie said you were with her, is that true?"

I kept my face completely blank as I said. "No, I vacate the hall with everyone else."

Solomon smiled slightly, "You're lying."

It was a plain statement. No accusation really. Just a fact. But there was no way he could have known. I lie to people the way I breath. It's second nature. My eyebrow perked up slightly in a silent question.

"Your voice can become a little to monotone, and you almost smile, like a kid who's pulled something over on his parents. Your father did the same thing. You were very convincing though, if I hadn't suspected you would have the same tick as your dad I never would have known. Coming from me that is praise of the highest order."

I didn't bother denying it. My brain was still too busy spinning around how well he would have had to know my dad to pick up on that.

"So you were with her. Why did you disappear without answering questions?"

"I thought that it might be a little awkward if I walked out of a dark hall way with a girl. Am I correct?"

"Not so awkward. But I hope you don't mind me asking why you left the test in the first place."

I let my face go completely stony.

Solomon smiled a little wider. "I'm asking as someone who cares about Cammie and the security of the school. If you can give me a way to clear you both from the suspect list it would be a ig relief. Why did you follow her out?"

"I was dancing with her and she saw something when she was looking at her mom and it upset her. I thought maybe I could help so i went to where I found her last time she was upset."

"That tapestry of the Gallagher family tree?"

I nodded. "I thought maybe if she told me what was upsetting her. I could deal with it." I looked down and contemplated the tiles beneath my toes while I waited for Solomon to say something.

"You care about her." he said softly. Again it was a statement. Nothing that could be argued with, so I didn't try. Solomon surprised me by grinning "It's fine Zach. But as the only semi paternal presence that is sort of in Cammie's life I feel the need to tell you that if you hurt her I am perfectly capable of having you sent off to Siberia never to be seen or heard from again."

I smirked slightly. "What happened to just promising to kick my ass."

"I felt like Siberia was more of a threat."

I nodded. Solomon was starting to walk away when I asked. "How did you know?"

"What that you care about Cammie? It's the same way Mathew looked at Rachel when he started caring about her. The way your father looked at your mother."

Then he turned back down the hall. "Unfortunately, your mother didn't exactly turn out the way mothers are upposed to."

Then he left. And I knew. I knew that Solomon knew exactly who my mother is. And I can truly say that that terrified me like nothing else in the world.

A/N: Hi! Tell me how it was! I based most of this off of Cammie telling Solomon and her mom to talk to Zach. Reviews are rainbows!