Zach

"Alright, Jonas, go over the traffic cameras again and let's see if we can't find the general direction she was going. Liz, I need you to see if you can trace the signal of this bug." I said. After we had all gotten a few hours of sleep, we had decided to get at least as much information as we could (though we all knew we would probably never find her unless she wanted to be found again). "Nick, Grant, Macey, and Bex, why don't we start up on writing our reports, because if they find anything we'll want that over with. After that, we'll contact the agency. They'll be confused because by now they've probably received our last reports that said Cammie was dead, so we need them to give us some time to search for her, and get as much data as we can on her whereabouts. This may be the last chance we get for who-knows-how-long."

"Bloody right, they'll be confused." Bex grumbled, her hair tangled beyond belief. Obviously not a morning person. "I'm confused, still. And this isn't even the first time we've gone through this!" She sounded slightly hysterical. "Well, the whole 'Running away and Going Off The Grid To Protect Us' thing, not the 'Thought-She-Was-Dead-But-Turns-Out-She-Wasn't-And-She-Came-Back-To-Tell-Us-Even-Though-We-Didn't-Know-It-Was-Her-Until-She-Left' thing. That's the part that's screwing my head over."

"I think it's screwing all of our heads over, Bex." Macey said as she started writing her report.

"Looks like she was headed East on the motorcycle, but it disappears from the cameras about three blocks out. From there, there are only a few people that come into view that could possibly be her." Jonas said.

"But from what I'm getting, the bug is sending everything in the opposite direction." Liz argued.

"Well, it's been a while since those people were recorded on the cameras. It's possible that if she is one of them, she could have easily gotten a vehicle and gone the other way." Bex said, losing interest quickly in her report, stood up and looked at the computer screen from over his shoulder.

"But that seems a little too obvious, doesn't it?" Nick questioned. "You'd think she was better than that."

"Or," Macey cut in. "She's taking the obvious way out because we would think she's better than that and overlook it."

"But maybe she's trying to get us to think that she was being obvious so that we would check and waste more time when she really is covering her footsteps extremely well." Grant said.

"Shut up!" I yelled. "They're all possibilities, but you guys are giving me a migraine! I don't even get migraines! Look, we have no way of knowing what she's done except to explore every possibilities. We'll need someone to follow that general direction she was heading on the motorcycle and see if anyone has seen a girl around her height and build, but remember, she could look like anyone at this point. We need someone to investigate the coordinate area of where the bug is transmitting it's signal. We need to find out as much as w—"

"Wait!" Liz called. "There's an encrypted signal on the bug. It's transmitting somewhere else too! It's somewhere south-east of here. Most likely somewhere in Italy."

"Then we'll need a few people checking that out as well. She could be anywhere by now." Grant said, falling back on the bed with a resigned sigh. Bex gave him a sympathetic look.

"Yeah. We were exhausted when we looked for her last time, too." She mumbled as she laid down next to him.

"Did you find out where she was last time?" I asked, hoping maybe, complicated though it may be, that she had a pattern of some sort we could follow.

"Nope. Not a bloody trace of her. We only found out once she'd come back after a few months with no memory of what had happened." Bex closed her eyes and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "Why are we even trying?"

"What do you mean?" Nick asked, giving her an odd look. "Why are we trying? Because she's your best and she's disappeared off the face of the planet."

"Shut up." Bex snapped at him. "Shut the bloody hell up! You don't know what she's doing! She's screwing us all over again! Remember how frantic we were last time Macey and Liz? And what did we accomplish? Nothing. Remember how many teams we sent out? How much equipment we used? How many night we went without sleep because we wanted to find her? And did it actually do anything?"

"What are you trying to say?" Jonas asked.

"I've known her for a long time." She said harshly. But we knew she wasn't angry anymore. Her voice hitched. She was sad, and upset, and tired. "Longer than anyone else here, and I still can't figure her out sometimes. But one thing I know for sure is we can check all of those places, but we're not going to find her."

"So you're just giving up?" I asked angrily. I could feel my eyes narrow as I looked at her and Grant lying next to each other. How could she abandon her friend so easily? "You're not going to do anything to help her?"

"There is slightly over seven billion people in the world." Liz said matter-of-fact-ly. It seemed she understood what Bex was trying to say, and agreed, no matter how reluctant she appeared. "We're looking for one. And one that is highly adept at hiding herself whether it be in the background or in plain sight. And she doesn't want to be found." Liz closed her laptop and the screen flickered off the second before it sharply snapped shut. Jonas followed her lead, watching her as she talked. "As much as I hate to say it, we really have no hope of finding her. The best thing we can do is finish our reports, go back to the agency to clear up this mess, and hope for some other contact from her when she gets to a safe point."

"But what if she doesn't make it to that safe point?" I cried, trying to get them to see reason. "What if she needs us, and we're sitting here doing nothing about it?" But Macey finally got up and she gave me a hard look.

"You are so in love with her," She stated looking completely bored, with a Vogue magazine hanging limply from her hand now. "So I'll let you off on this easy, but to be fair Zach, you've known her maybe all of two weeks. We've been her best friends since 7th grade. We know her better. And I'd say she's just as much in love with you. But that means she's just going to stay away all-the-more. There's nothing we can do. We aren't going to find her, so we need to keep doing our jobs. And unfortunately, that might not include finding her."

~O~

And that's how we ended up on a plane back to the U.S. (No, we can't tell you where the agency is located.) The last time I had flown over this ocean, Cammie's head had been on my shoulder half of the flight while she slept, but I couldn't dwell on that. All I could think was that somewhere out there, Cammie was running from the Circle (From my mother who is trying to kill her, if you just joined us. Talk about an 'It's Complicated' relationship) and I had failed her. Failed to recognize her when she was feet from me, failed to save her from the Circle (but then again, we thought she was dead), failed to believe that she was still alive when I heard that gunshot. It didn't matter what they said. I looked out into the darkened sky and imagined that somewhere Cammie was looking at it too, and thinking of me.

I'm sorry Cammie

Cammie

"I love you, too." It was whispered and muffled by the spotty reception the bug gave to my UCD (Universal Computation Device. It's the IPhone-like device I picked up at the safe house. Looks can be deceiving) but it had to be the most wonderful four words I'd ever heard—this includes my mother saying "We're ordering pizza tonight." And for being one of the greatest spies I've ever known, the only thing that woman could cook was water, and M&M's.

~O~

After I had sped off on the motorcycle (Have I mentioned I hate them? No, I won't tell you that story) for a few minutes, I quickly slid out of the view of any cameras the street might hold, and behind an old silver car. There, I quickly took the leather bags holding all of my stuff off the back of the bike, turned it inside out (everything was in pockets, so nothing fell out.) to transform into a more stylish (at least in my opinion. I'm sure Macey could have pointed out several things that could be improved about it) over-the-shoulder white leather handbag. I yanked out a curly blond wig, turned my leather jacket inside-out to reveal a white jean-jacket, and ripped off the bottom part of my skinny jeans, leaving black shorts. I looked at my watch (Which had a built in laser, albeit not a very powerful one). Two and a half minute transformation. Not bad, but I'd done better. Probably the fact that my arm was still healing, and I still had multiple bruises on various parts of my body, but I had to keep moving quickly.

I had dug through the bottom of the bag and opened the compartment that held the UCD, plugged in some headphones, and tapped into the frequency waves the bug was sending me. From there I had listened to the conversation, and when the time came, I hacked Liz's computer. Yes, you heard me right. I hacked Liz. No, I didn't suddenly become a super-genius, I just know Liz very well, and I know the type of algorithm patterns she tends to use when setting up firewalls.

And I sent a message. And I listened. And I sent another message. I continued the pattern until I felt that it was time to move on. I stopped answering, and they soon gave up in trying to contact me.

~O~

So it was hours later when out of the blue I heard those four beautiful words. And that, more than anything made me want to rush back to the hotel. Let him hold me, let him keep me safe. But this thought pattern only convinced the more stubborn part of my mind to stay away. It was too dangerous. I couldn't do that to my friends. It was Zach's mother who was after me. Who's to say she wouldn't do something terrible to her own son to get me to tell her what she needed to know.

I boarded a bus heading North-West. Different from all of the different trails I had left, and I listened to them try and find me. I laughed at intervals, getting some odd looks from those around me. I became solemn as Zach argued with them. I didn't want him to keep chasing me. He deserved better. He deserved someone he could stand by on countless missions, saving the world (*snort* stereotypical spies. What a joke). Not me. He deserved more than me. More than a girl that ran and hid from her problems. More than a girl I was.

I sighed in relief as he was finally out-voted. They were going back to the agency. They wouldn't waste their time for me. I wasn't going to be found, even if they tried, so it was better that they didn't.

Now, I am moving on. I am no longer Cammie Morgan. I guess I haven't been for a while now. I was always the Chameleon. But now, as I headed towards Russia, now with straight blonde hair and blue eyes, I became Anastasia Ivanov. Cammie Morgan, The Chameleon. She was dead. She was to be left behind, just like the rest of the world. And with that Anastasia Ivanov fell asleep on a French bus, heading towards Russia. And she left everything she had ever known behind her.

HI! I'm BACK! I know, right? Finally! So that was the last chapter of this story, but if you want me to do a sequel… well you gotta let me know! Thank you guys for being so patient and for being such amazing readers! I couldn't have asked for more. And for those of you who are curious… What they did to my legs is called a Bilateral Osteotomy. This is where they go in, cut every bone in both my legs in half, spin them and plate them back together—because my legs used to be seriously messed up. It's been several month's since then, and I'm back on my feet and I have A's in all of my classes and we only have like three days left so be prepared for an amazing sequel that is regularly updated… That is, if you ask for one! By guys! Have a great summer!