You all must hate me for not updating for so long, but I have a valid excuse that you should hear before you break into my house with baseball bats. I read the whole entire Maximum Ride series and IT WAS SO GOOD! You should read them too. You can find them on this website called

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And also read my new fic for Maximum Ride. It's called Love, Fang. Tell me what you think about it.

Anyway! I used 2 be ligntning. mcqueen , but now im... DOUBLE-OH RAWR! yay me! Thanks for the super epically awesome reviews btw!

Disclaimer: I am writing this chapter. How is this a discalimer, you ask? Well, if I owned Gallagher Girls, (which I don't) I would own Zach Goode, so I would be making out with him right now instead of writing this fanfic. But I'm not. Because I don't own him. So here I am writing, this chapter.

I usually don't do discalimers, but I though of this and just had to put it up! lolz!

CPOV

I woke up to strange lights, blurred vision, and a stabbing pain in my wrists. The painful memories of last night came flooding back. The last thing I remembered was getting into a taxi. I felt a pair of handcuffs digging into my wrists. I pressed my hand down, letting them cut into me again and relishing the pain. Anything to get away from... that.

I replayed the memory, over and over in my head. Them falling out of the closet, Zach's surprised face. But he hadn't seemed surprised that I had caught them, he had seemed surprised that it was me. Unless... NO! This kind of thinking was unhealthy.

After a few moments, my eyes flew open and I took a deep breath. I was stronger than this! I told myself, with a steely resolve. I got the handcuffs off easily. Now, getting out of this hellhole- that would be the tricky part. I was pretty much unarmed, and I didn't have my phone, or any money, for that matter. Not much physical damage had been done to me. I had just walked right into their trap, no brute force required. What a horrible spy I am. The only option now, would be to wait for my friends... no... I could do this myself. All I need is a plan.

I was still in the Armani dress, but one of my shoes was missing. The only thing I had that could possibly help me now was a couple of Napotine patches and a couple safety pins and bobby pins. I could always use my jewelry as weapons too. Gallagher Academy has taught me well.

I took in my surroundings. There was a bag of food from Subway sitting near the door. I opened it to find a still-warm Italian BMT sandwich and a strawberry smoothie. My favorite. Wow. I guess I got the deluxe cell, complete with room service and all. My stomach growled. Maybe they were trying to tempt me into eating it. Or maybe they were trying to creep me out by knowing what I always got when I went to Subway. But most likely, they were trying to drug me. I wouldn't eat it. I simply wouldn't.

I tried to stop myself from inching toward the bag of food, but the familiar smell permeated the air, making my mouth water and I just couldn't help myself. Finally, I opened it and took out the sandwich. I carefully examined the contents of the sandwich and found 4 tracking devices, but no evidence of drugs. I put the trackers in my pocket and ate the sandwich slowly, afraid that I would like drop dead immediately or something, but I was fine. Drinking the smoothie would be too risky, I decided, so I practiced a little bit of self control.

If Liz had been here, by now, she would have hacked the security code keeping me locked in here. Did anyone even know where I was? What if my friends thought I had run away? Oh god. No. My friends knew better. I shook away the pessimistic thoughts.

ZPOV

I had to find Cammie. Find her and explain. Grant and I went back to my suite, and started looking for clues. When we first got out of the taxi, I immediately noticed a shoe that looked exactly like the one Cam had been wearing. It was a black peep toe Manolo. The heel was stuck in a crack in the sidewalk. Right around the corner was the taxi area. For some reason, there was oil leaked on the asphalt. Almost like... someone had been waiting there a while. But why? Had Cammie been kidnapped?

I held the shoe carefully. Hmm. Cinderella much? Now all I would have to do is go around D.C. asking every single girl to try on the shoe. Unless she had been kidnapped, in which case it wouldn't work.

Grant took a sample of the oil, and I ran some tests on it. I surmised that the car would have been running low on gas because the leaked oil had dirt residue in it.

I opened up my super hi-tech laptop, and hacked into all the security tapes of gas stations nearby. Fast forward. Play. Pause. Fast forward. Pause. Rewind. Play.

There! A taxi cab! Rewind. Pause. I scribbled down the license plate number and the gas station address. Play. They were headed toward Baltimore.

I proceeded to hack into the taxi cab database and found that they owned no such cab matching the license plate number of the one from the gas station.

So I spent four hours looking this stuff up, and guess what Grant was doing to help me?

He was sprawled out on the futon with the room service menu and eating freaking nachos!

Using all the information I had gathered, I once again looked up the license plate number of the fake taxi, this time on the national automobile registry.

It belonged to... One Penelope Taj. The infamous ex of none other than Joseph Cavan.

This was not good.

If the Circle wanted her, I might as well just go back to Plan Cinderella, for all it was worth.

Sorry for the minor cliffie, but I totally have writer's block!

Love,

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P.S. AHH! almost forgot to say... R&R!

P.P.S. Review if you went and saw Harry Potter 7! (It was sooo good!) Also, I wanna see that new movie called Due Date. Is it any good?