Hey guys! I'm sorry about not posting this too fast, I had…Interesting things pop up. Anywho, don't forget about my Twitter… /ZammiePercabeth Special thanks to: GallagherGirl45 (Cliffhangers…Gotta love 'em!), Lolhappygurl (Ohmigosh you have so much on your mind! I'm glad you like it!), Guest (Haha Zach you little troublemaker…xD I'm so happy that you like it!), GallagherGirlXOX (Zach you little silly thing. :P), GoodeGirl34, BunnySwag101 (Ohmigawd I am so sorry for not giving you a shoutout! Is Zach a bad guy? Is he really? XD), Kaitlin1198 (I dunno, what did just happen? ;D), TwisterLove, and GallagherGirl33! Enjoy guys!

Zach's POV: "About that…" I begin, shaking my head.

"Do you think it's a joke that we trust you? Even knowing of your mother, Zachary?" Abbey presses, and I recoil at the mention of my mom.

"I know that you guys trust me. I swear it wasn't to betray you!" I say.

"Zach?" Macey's voice is a whisper then, and when I glance over, I can't help but feel even guiltier.

"Mr. Goode, I promise you if you have no good intentions about this, you're going to get it." Mr. Solomon growls.

"Guys, please let me explain! Once everyone else is awake-" I start, then Macey points behind me.

Turning, I see the faces of everyone else in the hotel. Bex, looking very grumpy, is leaning against the counter, Mr. Solomon and Mrs. Morgan are at the entrance with their arms folded, Grant is next to Bex with his arm around her, and Liz, holding her arm, is deciding where to go.

She walks over to Macey and looks at me, analyzing any and every possible reason for me to have done this. Everywhere I look, I can see them glaring and waiting for my answer. Why did Zach do it? Why would he do it? Out of all of the events that have happened, would Zachary Goode be the traitor, really?

"Tell us. Now." Liz says harshly.

Cammie's POV: Nothing.

"I don't hear them." Preston whispers, and I nod.

"Neither do I, but we'll have to deal with it." I reply.

"Well then what now?" He asks.

"Let's try opening the back of this truck." I say after looking around for a minute.

Walking over to the back, I glance around. From the looks of it, they locked it from the outside, and they made it so that noting could get in or out. The walls on either side of Preston and are metal, with little circles protruding in a perfect patter every few feet covering the surface.

The metal feels like it's getting colder by the second. When I press my hand against the back of the truck, I can feel some sort of pressure on the other side. Preston is trying to use a hook that he found to throw it at the wall, but when he nearly hit my head, I made him stop (For my safety, and his-After all, it could go back and hit his face).

"There's pressure on the other side, Preston." I state, banging my head on the truck wall.

"Don't hit your head, you'll lose brain cells. I need you to stay a smart Gallagher Girl for me." Preston smiles.

"Right, because smart Gallagher Girls end up in a truck somewhere unknown." I reply sarcastically.

"Look on the bright side." He says.

"What bright side?!" I yell, but then he freezes.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask with a frown.

"What's coming down the wall behind you?" Preston points behind me.

Sure enough, there's water leaking through the walls of the truck. How could water possibly get in? Then it hit me. It keeps getting colder. There is obviously pressure from the other side. There was a huge splash when we hit something. I can't believe I didn't guess it before.

"Preston." I start.

"What Cammie? What's going on?" Preston asks, reading my expression.

"We're underwater…" I whisper, and his eyes widen.

"We need to get out!" He runs over to the wall and starts banging on it, repeatedly saying, "Help me! Let me out!"

"Hey! Stop that will you?" I yell, pulling him away before continuing, "We just need to wait. I'm sorry I can't help you, but when this thing collapses from the pressure, I need you to swim. Swim as fast as you can to the top."

"What about you? You're coming with." Preston states, looking at me.

"I'll try, but I need to loosen some bolts in the very back. It makes it safer when the thing collapses." I reply, and he shakes his head.

"No, you-" He starts, but I'm already moving.

Going to the very back was difficult, but it wasn't something I couldn't do. Kneeling, I start loosening the bolts with my hand. Preston keeps trying to come over, but I keep waving him away to make sure he stays at the entrance. At least when this is over if I die then I know that he made it. I keep pulling my friends into this huge mess, and they always end up getting hurt for me. Just as I loosen the last bolt, everything goes black.

Zach's POV: "Okay, so everyone's awake." I say nervously.

"Just tell us why you would do this to us!" Macey yells, and I flinch.

"I shouldn't even be guilty! Grant knows why I did it!" I state, putting up my hands.

"Yeah. He did it because they blocked Cammie's location and kept them out of her head." Grant answers.

"I didn't know about the side affects." I finish.

"Then why do you look like you're going to throw up about the whole matter?" Aunt Abbey asks.

"Well let me think. Do you think it's because there are six spies in this room, all glaring at me?!" I yell back at them all.

"He was going to tell you guys, but I'm guessing he saw the look on your face when it happened, Mr. Solomon." Grant says sheepishly.

"What? Me? Why would he-" Mr. Solomon starts, and the realizes what he said and nods.

"Exactly. I'm sorry about all of this guys, I just didn't want my Gallagher Girl to get taken." I mutter, looking at them.

I guess I should have told them earlier, then they would be more trusting of me and there wouldn't be any doubts. Everyone panicked, which made me panic. I just want to protect Gallagher Girl. I knew that the moment when I met her I didn't want to be friends with her, and since then we've grown so close that I feel like I need her in my life. I've never really had someone special other than Grant because he's my best friend, but Gallagher Girl came and things changed.

"Hey Bex? Macey" Liz asks, nudging them a little.

"What?" They practically yell.

"Well don't you remember packing for Cammie before we left?" Liz squeaks, cringing at their yells.

"Yes, I do. What about it?" Macey replies.

"Well you see, when you guys were in the bathroom I decided to bug her clothes, that way I knew where she was if we got separated!" Liz finishes, and then six pairs of eyes were on her.

"You couldn't have told this to us earlier?!" Bex explodes.

"Well the thought hadn't occurred to me-" Liz starts.

"What do you mean by that?! Go find her!" Macey yells.

Liz squeaks again and then runs out of the kitchen. Everyone else follows her, but instead of going into her room we all sit in the living room, waiting for Liz to come back out with Gallagher Girls location. It's silent as we wait, which makes me feel uneasy. After ten minutes (Ten minutes and thirty two seconds), three of Liz's 'Oopsie daisy!'s, and six impatient spies later, she finally comes out carrying her laptop.

"I've got it set up, it just need to-Oh." Liz says after she sits down.

"Oh what?" Everyone says at the same time.

"Geez, guys, calm down!" Liz shoots at us.

"Well you have to tell us!" I say urgently.

"Well it says right here that she's in Lake Bracciano. It's northwest of here. Not as far as you would think they would take her, right?" Liz supplies for us.

"Wait. Liz…" I start, thinking about what she just said.

"Yes Zach?" She pipes, looking over a map.

"What do you mean, she's in Lake Bracciano?" I ask.

Liz frowns. "Well it shows that she's in the middle of the lake. I'm guessing she's underground. It's a crater lake, 21.92 square miles, and is 165 meters deep."

"What if she isn't underground? Didn't that ever occur to any of you?" I point out, and then I start running for the (Very broken) front door.

"Zach wait!" Mrs. Morgan calls, but I'm already running for the stairs.

I know I may be acting pretty rash. I know that I might just kill myself because of this. But I know one thing for certain. If I can't live with Cammie, then I can't live. Running out of the hotel, I look around for any busses or cabs. I wave my hand until eventually I get a cab to pull over.

"Where to?" asks the cab driver, and I can't help but recognize the female voice, but it isn't familiar enough for me to place where I've heard it before.

"Lake Bracciano." I answer.

"That lake? It's pretty far, do you have the money for it?" The driver turns to face me.

"Yes!" I throw the money at her, "Now step on it!" I yell.

"If I could only get a please…" The driver sighs but starts going to the lake.

There is a few seconds of silence, and then, "So why are you in a hurry?" From the driver.

I sigh. "I need to find some of my friends there. I haven't seen them in a while." True, "I'm very worried about them." Also true.

"Worried, you say? I'm sure your friends will be okay. This is Rome! It's a very pretty, safe place to be. You are visiting, no?" The driver says.

"Yeah, We're visiting. I just hope that they're okay." I reply.

"Where are you from?" This driver is very nosy, I think to myself.

"I'm from California." I lie casually.

"The United States? I heard that they don't have beautiful lands like Rome." The driver says.

"Can you just shut up and take me to that lake now?!" I blurt, somewhat impatient.

"Okay, okay. I will drive." Was the last thing I heard from the driver.

Looking out the window, I have to admit that Rome is beautiful. The rolling hills, the blue sky and the fields full of lavender really sets someone at ease. But I'm anything but at ease as I worry about whether I'm going to be there on time. I also don't know if the rest are behind me, but I hope they have my back. Just as I'm about to ask where the lake is we drive into view, and I look at it.

The water is as blue as they come, with waves crashing against the shore lightly. The sand looks like bleach, and there are older buildings surrounding it. Mountains cover one side of the lake. Against the sun rising, it looks like something that someone would see in a dream, and I know that I would like to comeback here someday when I wasn't so busy.

"Beautiful, no?" The driver laughs at my expression.

It's impressive, for sure." I say, and then the driver pulls up the closest a car can get to the lake.

"There you go. Have fun." The driver says as I get out.

Running down to the shoreline, I look around. No Cammie or Preston is to be seen. The sun is coming up fast, and soon it'll be harder to search without people questioning. Wading into the water, I keep looking.

Behind me I hear a door slam and without looking I know that the rest of them are here as I had hoped. They whisper to each other as I try looking under the water. It's darker to my right, which can only mean two things. Either it's deeper, or…

"Or maybe that's where they are." I mutter, and then I turn around.

"What?" Grant asks.

"Goggles. Hand them over." I reply.

He hands them to me and I slip them on. Going under the water, I see a huge…Truck? Why is there a truck in a lake? Swimming closer, I try opening it. No use. It keeps sinking farther each second, and I can feel the pressure building. Going up, I take a breath of air.

"Guys, I think they're in this truck!" I yell.

"Really?" Abbey asks.

"Yeah! It's getting more and more pressure on it though!" I call back.

"Okay! We'll be over there in a minute, just make sure it doesn't move as much." Mr. Solomon says.

"It's a truck, Joe! I can't stop it from moving." I shout.

"Good point. Just stay there! Be careful, if it's pressurized then it can-" Mr. Solomon starts, but that's the last thing I hear.

The truck explodes, and suddenly I'm hit in the head with a piece of metal. Then I'm under the blue water, and I'm drowning. Then everything is quiet and black.

Yeah! I kind of have a huge writers block, so I am sorry if this isn't my usual stuff. I will also be making some changes! I will edit the stories summary, because, you know, it's like GG6 (But not as good as it will most likely be). Plus I will update my about on my profile. Thanks for reading, and review guys! I need seven to go on, and don't forget about the unicorns! Xoxo/ZammiePercabeth