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Cammie opened her eyes the next morning and found herself lying in Zach's arms. She smiled and reached over to the bedside table to grab her blackberry as Zach's hand stopped her.

"I need to check my vitals," she pouted.

"Your vitals are perfect," Zach said kissing her.

Cammie smiled, kissing him back and then untangled herself from him, grabbed her blackberry and went into the next room. As soon as she turned her phone on it light up and started ringing. "Hi Liz," Cammie sighed.

"Cammie! Where have you been?" Liz asked frantically.

"I had the most amazing, erotic night of unprotected sleep," Cammie said, "No alarm clock, no wake-up call…"

"Do you know what time it is!" Liz interjected.

"You're the one who's always telling me to slow down and take it…holy crap! That can't be right!" Cammie exclaimed looking at the clock on the wall.

"You need to get down here stat!" Liz said and then hung up.

Cammie moved frantically around the room, grabbing her clothes. She grabbed one of her socks off the table and suddenly noticed a pile of blue poker chips…the same kind as the one she pulled from the fountain back in Rome. "Of course," she said with a sad smile as she recognized the chip.

"Everything okay?" Zach asked coming into the room.

"Fine," Cammie said discretely setting the poker chip down.

"You don't look fine," Zach said studying her.

"I have to get ready for the show," Cammie explained quickly pulling on her shoes.

"Hang on, I'll give you a ride," Zach said looking around for his keys.

"No, really, that's okay," Cammie said stopping him.

"It's no big deal," Zach said, finding his keys.

"No, seriously, I should go alone," Cammie stated.

"What's wrong?" Zach asked concerned.

"I just need to work. I need to focus…on what's real," Cammie said.

"Real?" Zach asked puzzled.

"I gotta go," Cammie said slipping on her coat and grabbing her purse.

"What am I missing here?" Zach asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," Cammie said looking back one last time and opened the door, "I did."

"Cammie," Zach said following her out the door, "I don't understand…"

"I know," Cammie said turning to face him, "And you never will. You'll never understand why you're so crazy about me or why you can't stop thinking about me."

"What's wrong with that?" Zach asked.

"Everything, because it's not real," Cammie said quietly.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Zach said a bit annoyed as Cammie flagged down a cab, "I know what I feel. Cammie, I lo…"

"Don't," Cammie said stopping him, "Please don't, if you have any decent feelings for me at all."

She gave him a sad, apologetic look and jumped into the cab leaving Zach staring after her, sad and confused. He turned and trudged back to his apartment and went to open the door.

"You've got to be kidding me!" he exclaimed when his door wouldn't open.

He turned around and sighed, leaning against the door. "Hey," he said noticing Dillon watching him from the sidewalk, "You're Cammie's friend."

"At the moment, but after tonight I will unlock the key to her heart," Dillon said holding up a key.

"Hey! That's my apartment key!" Zach exclaimed.

"Magic is all about misdirection. You look one way, I go the other," Dillon said making the key disappear into thin air.

"What do you think you're doing?" Zach asked as Dillon made the key reappear and was making it jump from hand to hand, "That's pretty good."

"Thanks," Dillon said.

"Gimme the key mind freak," Zach said shaking his head.

"Hold your hands together, palms up, and I will make the key reappear," Dillon instructed.

Zach eyed him suspiciously but did as Dillon instructed. Dillon placed a black handkerchief over Zach's wrists, shook them and then pulled away the handkerchief, revealing Zach's key.

"Thank you," Zach said and then realized that his wrists her handcuffed together, "What the hell!"

"Just be glad that you're not underwater and locked inside a safe," Dillon said, "Believe me, not fun."

"What are you doing!" Zach exclaimed shaking his wrists, "Take them off!"

"Sorry, but tonight is my chance to prove my love for Cammie and for that we need you out of the way," Dillon said.

"We?" Zach said blinking.

Dillon held up a big cloth, covering himself and then dropped it to reveal Oliver.

"Gosh, that is so cool," Zach muttered.

"Sorry about this Mr. Goode," Oliver apologized and then raised a silver whistle to his lips.

"Hey kid, what are you…" Zach started to ask as Oliver blew the whistle.

"Stranger danger!" Oliver yelled causing pedestrians to stop and stare and two construction workers to come over and investigate.

"Hey kid you okay," one of the workers asked eying Zach who was still in handcuffs.

"Stranger danger!" Oliver yelled again.

"What?" Zach said confused as the two workers march angrily toward him, "Shit."

Cammie's Apartment Morning:

Cammie jumped out of the shower and hurried to her ringing phone, still in her towel. "Nick?" she asked somewhat hopeful as she answered her phone.

"Cammie, it's me," Bex said from the other end, "Listen, Grant talked to his nana, who is like three hundred years old, and she said the only to break the spell is to return the coins."

"I told you, I can't just drop everything and fly back to Rome," Cammie said frustrated.

"You don't need to," Bex continued, "She said that if you return the coins to their owners you'll return the love as well."

"Give them back their coins?" Cammie asked.

"And you'll be rid of them forever," Bex said, "Isn't that great!"

"Yeah," Cammie said playing with the blue poker chip, "Great."

Cammie's Apartment Afternoon:

Cammie stepped outside her apartment wearing a long, beautiful navy blue gown.

"Cammie Morgan?" a voice said as she walked down the steps.

"Yeah?" Cammie answered turning around to see a middle aged man staring at her.

"I'm Joe Solomon, Deidra's husband," he said.

"Who's Deidra?" Cammie asked puzzled.

Joe pulled a photo out of his wallet to reveal Dee Dee, only not dressed in leather but in normal housewife clothing.

"Dee Dee?" Cammie asked staring at the photo.

"I woke up one morning to find that she sold our minivan and bought a Harley. She left a note saying that she was coming to New York to find a Cammie Morgan," Joe said as Cammie kept staring at the photo, "I don't know what you've done with her but the kids miss their mother and I want my wife back."

"Kids?" Cammie asked looking up from the photo.

"Please. Can you help me?" Joe begged.

"Let's go get your wife," Cammie told Joe's pleading face.