A/N So, hi again. Sorry I haven't posted in like a week, life got busy. Lets all take a moment to thank life for being so very complicated. with that said, please enjoy and don't forget to review. Love you all.
Paris. It is really as beautiful as everybody says. The city of love. Yeah, love. Most definitely not what was on my mind well sitting on the roof of the building adjacent to the hotel we think Bex is staying in. In Paris. Where we had just gotten to by a jet stolen from the air-port near Roseville. Who new, Zach could fly a plane? Anyway so we flew to Paris without telling anyone, and now we were sitting on a roof with hand guns on our belts (well Zach and mine) and binoculars in our hands. Running surveillance. On a roof. In Paris. Did I mention that? Why can't my life be normal?
We all know that it is only a matter of time, hours probably before the CIA, MI6 and the majority of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women staff come looking for us, but hey, we still have what Liz estimates to be 12.26 hours before they start to look. In the meantime I try not to think about what happened last time I was here. Lets just say, angry Nuns, a crepe guy who didn't like my attitude and the discovery of a circle base run by Catherine (which I apparently managed to get a few grenades into before I had to run), didn't exactly make for a relaxing vacation. I sigh. I say it once again, why can't I just be normal?
After about two hours, Macey speaks. "Guys, we haven't seen her yet, but we have her on the security cameras entering the building and we only left home about an hour after her, so it's not like we had a chance to miss her coming out of the building. If I know Bex, she'll be sleeping, in the morning she'll go over her plans one more time, then she'll make her move. She's not stupid, she'll know we followed her here, she'll know we'll have tabs on her. My suggestion is that we go sign into the hotel I booked on the plane ride here, nice flying by the way Zach, and hit the sack."
"Okay," says Liz, "I need to charge my laptop anyway." That settles it. To bed we go.
Once we get signed into our hotel room, Zach and I get into one bed and Liz and Macey get into the other. Zach's arms go around me pulling me closer to his chest and I tuck my head under his. It feels good. I hope I don't dream tonight.
A man stalks toward me, a lustful glint in his eyes. I realize my shirt is missing. He comes up to me, running his hands over my stomach, his hands inching there way up towards my cleavage. I jerk away. He leans close to my face, "well, I think I'll have fun with you." He kisses me.
I wake up screaming. Somebody puts their arms around me and kisses my neck. I throw them off the bed and jump on them as the hit the floor. I want to kill them. How dare they touch me like that, how dare they do what they did. "Get your hands off of me you bastard, " I scream. "Don't ever touch me again." I kick the person in the groin, then the stomach. I punch their jaw, then kick there ribs. I hear a crack, then two sets of hands grab my waist, pulling me off.
"Cammie," it is Liz's voice. "Cam, that's just Zach. Your boyfriend, Zach." She sounds like she did when she was trying to keep me from killing Doctor. Steve. The thought makes me struggle more.
"Zach," it is Macey this time. "I know your hurt but go fill something with cold water and dump it on Cam before somebody sends a noise complaint." The next thing I know, water is dumped on my face. I jerk out of my stupor.
"Oh, my God. Zach are you okay?" I ask. He is holding his side.
"Fine." He answers. "I have a better question. Are you okay?"
I plaster on a fake smile, flashing him a look that clearly says to let it go, that I'm dealing. "Never better." I go to get the first aid kit so that I can bandage Zach's ribs. I don't want to remember anymore.
