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I know it's been a while, but I told you guys I was going to Ireland. And omg I loved it. Had a blast. Didn't want to come home. Been super busy since getting back. Here's the new chapter, though. Enjoy.

Alex, Mitchie, Nate, and Jason split up, just like they said they would, searching different ends of the camp. Like they'd, agreed, they hadn't clued Jason in on how much trouble they were in with Shane, but he had a hunch something was up. They only kept things from him when something was wrong, after all.

Mitchie, Nate, and Jason had an advantage over Alex. They were all relatively familiar with the grounds. Nate and Jason had grown up wandering the grounds and Mitchie had been there two summers before. Even if the details were fuzzy sometimes, they still knew the lay of the land much better than newcomer Alex.

She held the map in front of her face, looking up and scanning the area every now and then. Her cellphone in her pocket was a huge comfort, knowing she could call for help at any moment should she need it.

The heat sure was a killer, though. She'd tied her long, dark hair up and already removed her plaid shirt, tying it around her waist. She wiped sweat from her brow, wishing she had water. Even in just a tank and jean shorts she still wasn't feeling much cooler.

Alex pushed her Blues-Brothers-style sunglasses up her nose yet again as she checked the map Mitchie had given her for the umpteenth time.

She was supposed to be by the showers, according to the map, but they were nowhere in sight. She did, however, see the Arts & Crafts cabin. She checked the map again. That was supposed to be on the other side of camp…

Slowly, she flipped the map over.

"For fuck's sake," Alex grumbled as she realized she'd been holding the map upside down again. "This is useless."

She balled up the map in her hands and stomped off. She'd use her sense of direction to figure this one out.

Shane sat in his car in the Best Buy parking lot with the top down and his shades on, hoping no one would notice, recognize, or bother him.

Beside him sat the box in which his new camera had come. Now it was in his hands, which were itching to try out his new toy. He reached over to the box and pulled out the battery pack. Attaching it to the camera, he smiled and flipped the switch to turn it on.

Nothing happened.

"Damn it," he said, hitting the steering wheel.

Of course the battery hadn't come charged. Great. Just fucking great.

He tossed the camera on the seat beside him and buckled up. He started the car and put it in gear. In no time he was pulling out of the parking lot and speeding down the road, back towards camp.

Nate, Mitchie, Alex, and Jason met in the center of camp, just like they'd planned. Everyone looked hot, agitated, worried, and discouraged.

"No one found him?" Nate asked, wiping sweat from the back of his neck with a red handkerchief.

"Obviously not," Alex grumbled.

"Shane's doing something bad, isn't he?" Jason asked.

No one answered. They all exchanged glances, wondering how to respond.

"I know something's up," Jason said. "I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks. You're all tense. I don't know what's going on, but I know it's not good."

"Look, Jason, we just don't want to worry you," Nate said. He placed the handkerchief in his back pocket.

"That's bull poop!" Jason frowned. "You don't want me to know because you think I'll mess something up. Maybe I can help, though."

"He's right," Mitchie said. Nate and Alex looked to her. "He is. We should include him."

"I guess you're right," Nate said. He looked to Jason. "Okay, Buddy, here's what's going on. Shane's missing, Tess Tyler has a reporter coming here to get a scoop on the baby, and we're trying to stop that from happening. We need to keep Shane away from Tess, but we need to find him first."

"Why don't we want anyone to know about the baby?" he asked curiously.

"Because I'm not ready for that kind of attention," Mitchie said. "You know how reporters are, right?"

Jason nodded. "Okay. What do we do?"

"Well, we can't find Shane and everyone has jobs to do," Alex said. "Maybe someone should keep an eye on Tess. That would be the next best thing I suppose."

Nate snapped. "Yes. That's a good idea."

"I have a guitar class to get to, though," Mitchie said. "I can't."

Nate checked the time on his phone. "Shit, I was supposed to be in my drumming class five minutes ago, too."

"You teach drums?" Alex asked jealously.

"I can look for Tess and watch her," Jason offered.

"Don't you have the kids to take care of, though?" Nate asked.

"Oh, yeah…"

"Looks like I'm on my own," Alex said. "Keeping an eye out for and on Tess, while looking out for a reporter, too. Seems easy enough."

"I'll come find you as soon as my class is over," Mitchie assured her.

"Me too," Nate agreed. "I'm just teaching a simple technique today. Maybe I can finish early."

"You're already late," Alex said. "Don't worry about me. You guys go do what you have to do. I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Mitchie asked, concerned.

"Yes. Go. I've got this."

Mitchie nodded and kissed Alex quickly on the cheek before taking off in the other direction. Nate and Jason both waved before running off too.

Alex sighed and reached into her pocket for the map again. She unfolded it and studied it carefully.

"Here we go again," she muttered under her breath and started off in the direction she hoped was north.

After what felt like forever walking in the unbearable sun, Alex felt like her throat was coated with sand. Her heart leapt with hope when she came upon water fountains outside of the mess hall, the only place she was familiar with at this camp.

Hoping not to meet up with Maggie, she crept up to the fountains and started taking a much-needed drink.

"Russo!" a voice screamed in her ear.

Alex nearly jumped out of her skin, water dribbling down her chin and onto her shirt as she sputtered and coughed.

An amused Caitlyn stood by and watched as Alex tried to regain her composure. She'd just come out of the mess hall when she'd spotted her friend.

"Gellar, I should kill you," Alex grumbled, wiping spit off her face.

"Yeah, but you won't," Caitlyn said with a huge smile. "What's up? Why aren't you in the kitchen?

"I got fired," Alex explained.

"Fired?" Caitlyn asked with concern. "Brown fired you?"

"No, Maggie did."

"She doesn't have the authority to do that," Caitlyn said.

"She said she's going to Brown about me." Alex sighed. "Anyway, have you seen Tess?"

Caitlyn's brow furrowed. "Why are you looking for Tess?"

"To keep an eye on her."

"Why?"

Alex's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, you don't know what's going on. Duh. You can help me. Are you busy?"

"No…"

"Come on, then!" Alex grabbed Caitlyn by the wrist and started pulling her along.

Caitlyn dug her heels into the dirt and made them stop. "Alex, what the hell is going on?"

Alex took a deep breath and quickly ran through the situation, Caitlyn listening intently the entire time, getting angrier and angrier as Alex kept on.

"So all this crap started happening and you shitheads didn't even think to include me?" Caitlyn nearly yelled. "For fuck's sake, I'd like to think that being Sam's godmother would mean I get to be included in this stuff!"

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn," Alex said. "It's just… A lot of crap was going on all at once, and we didn't think. We're idiots, okay? You can bitch us out later. Right now we have really important things to do. Will you help me or not?"

"Of course I'm going to help you," Caitlyn said. "What do you need me to do?"

"Help me look for Tess and/or Shane."

"Got it."

Alex took out the map again and held it up. "Now, I'll cover this part of camp." She pointed to a section of the map. "I already covered this part," she pointed to another part, "so that leaves this area."

"Alex…" Caitlyn took the map and flipped it over so that Alex was now holding it the right way.

"God dammit!" Alex yelled, throwing the map on the ground and stomping on it. "Screw that thing. I'm winging this bitch."

Caitlyn stared at her. "Well you showed that map."

"Shut up, Caitlyn," Alex grumbled and started to walk off.

Caitlyn laughed and grabbed Alex by the arm. "I think it's best if we stick together. Two heads are better than one. Plus, you're no use if you're lost in the woods."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah…"

The two started off across the camp, Caitlyn in the lead and Alex following close behind.

Shane pulled up at the camp and hopped out of his car. He quickly surveyed the area, seeing no sign of his band mates. They were surely looking for him. He knew Nate well enough to know that his friend probably had a search party out for him. That meant he had to be careful. No one he knew could see him. They might stop him if he was spotted.

He grabbed the camera and its accessories from the car and locked it. He cautiously made his way onto the grounds, looking around as he went. No one seemed to notice him or care what he was doing, so that was a good sign.

He just had to get to the equipment shed, he kept reminding himself, so that's where he was headed. Once he thought he saw Nate so he ducked behind a canoe, but when he poked his head out to check if the coast was clear, he realized it was just some other guy with curly hair.

Finally he reached his destination. He went inside, brushing a spider web out of the doorway as he went. He flipped the light switch, somewhat surprised the place still had electricity.

The shed was filled with tons of sports gear, rarely used because this was a music camp, not a sports camp. There were flat soccer and basketballs in a pile by the door, a couple of dusty pumps lying next to them. Back in the day sports activities were mandatory, but it became evident that the campers would rather practice their scales than their free-throws, so Brown made sports optional. Shane, Nate, and Jason had always liked sports, so they were sad when those were taken out because they couldn't find anyone willing to put down their guitar long enough to play with them. Yet look who turned out to make it somewhere with music…

Shane shook his head as he made his way to the back, where he knew the baseball gear was kept. There was a table at the far end of the shed that Shane placed the camera on, plugging it into one of the outlets. On the ground next to the table was a box of baseball gloves.

He rummaged through the equipment, knocking over bats and sending balls rolling until he came upon the helmets. Finally, he found what he was looking for: a catcher's mask. He blew off the dust and put it on his head, seeing if it fit.

It smelled like years of sweat and dirt, but it fit. Shane sneezed as he breathed in dust, the mask getting covered in snot. He took it off and inspected it.

"Gross," he said, looking at it with disgust.

Though he hated to do it, he wiped the mask clean with his shirt. It was the only way.

The mask may have been old, smelled bad, and made him sweaty, but it did the job. It made it hard to see his face, and that's exactly what he needed it for.

"I thought you said Tess would be here," Alex said angrily as she and Caitlyn walked out of a cabin full of confused campers who'd stared at them awkwardly.

"She should have been," Caitlyn said. "That's the class she teaches."

"Well she's not teaching it," Alex said.

"I saw that." Caitlyn ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "Where do you think she could be?"

"I hope not talking to a reporter," Alex said, worry evident in her voice.

"I don't think she is," Caitlyn said, her eyes off in the distance.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I think that's the reporter, and Tess is nowhere in sight."

Caitlyn pointed to a short, squat man with a huge camera hanging around his neck. He was balding with a fluffy mustache and looked around like he was lost.

"Caitlyn, I need to take care of this," Alex told her. "Keep looking for Tess and Shane."

"How are you supposed to handle this?" Caitlyn asked skeptically.

"Look," Alex turned to her, "you need to trust me on this, okay? No questions, just let me do this. Please?"

Caitlyn was going to protest, but with the look on Alex's face, she stood down. "Okay. Go on, then, I guess."

"Thank you," Alex said, leaving Caitlyn by the cabin and rushing off to the reporter.

Caitlyn, still somewhat suspicious, went around the other side of the cabin, watching from afar.

Alex approached the man. "Can I help you?" she called.

He jumped, surprised to be approached. As Alex got closer she couldn't help but notice how beady his eyes looked. He gave her an uneasy feeling.

"Just looking for someone," he said. "Is it true that Shane Gray works here?"

Alex crossed her arms over her chest. "No. He doesn't."

The man's lip curled. "I have a source that says he does."

"Well, I work here, and what could be a better source than someone who works here?" Alex asked. "He doesn't work here. Move along now."

The reporter smirked. "I bet your boss told you to tell anyone that if they came looking." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dollar. "Here's a nice, crisp dollar bill if you can tell me where to find him."

Alex scowled. "Don't be cheap. Give me a twenty."

"Twenty?!"

"Twenty."

The baffled man reached into his pocket again and pulled out another bill. "All I have is a ten."

Alex snatched it and put it in her pocket. "Shane Gray doesn't work here. Bye now."

The man frowned. "You little rat. Give me my money back!"

"You're a reporter for a trashy magazine and you're calling me a rat?"

"You don't know who I work for," he protested.

"Don't care, honestly."

"Now, listen here," the man said. "I got a lead that Shane Gray is working here and that he's got a bastard child here."

"Don't you dare say that ever again," Alex said, anger getting the better of her.

"Defensive, eh?" The man smirked. "Are you a friend of Shane's? Or…" He became excited. "Are you the mother?"

He put up his camera, ready to take a shot. Panicking, Alex reached for her wand, hidden in its holder under her clothes, and pulled it out.

"You are in my way, so I need you to believe everything I say!" Alex pointed the wand at the man and a green light spread through his body before returning to normal.

"What just happened?" the man asked.

"Nothing. You're seeing things."

"Oh." He nodded. "Okay."

Alex breathed a sigh of relief. The spell worked. "Listen to me. Shane Gray doesn't work here. He doesn't have a child. Tess Tyler lied to you. Don't believe her. Go back and tell your boss she's a liar and not to be trusted. This whole story was a bust."

"That damn Tess Tyler," he said angrily. "Thanks for your help, Miss."

Alex nodded and smiled. "No problem."

He waved off, scratching his bald head.

Caitlyn watched from her spot behind the cabin. At first it seemed like Alex wasn't doing so well. She knew she said she'd let Alex handle it, but maybe her friend needed backup.

As the reporter raised his camera, Caitlyn moved from her hiding spot to help. That's when she saw Alex take out what looked like a stick and point it at the man. There was a green light, making Caitlyn stop in her tracks.

The two exchanged words and then the man left, just like that. Caitlyn couldn't believe her eyes, but at the same time, she could. Something about it made sense. After the year she'd known the Russos, something had always seemed off about them. She never thought much about it, but seeing what she just saw… Everything started coming back to her, and it all clicked. The bass guitar from the freezer, them spending so much time in the freezer, every unexplained thing that had ever happened…

Caitlyn approached Alex, who jumped upon seeing her friend so close. She'd been watching the man walk off. Alex hastily hid her wand back in its holder.

"I saw what you did, Alex," Caitlyn said.

"What do you mean, Caitlyn?" Alex asked casually, though her heartbeat accelerated.

"The wand… the flash of light." She smiled. "You're a witch, aren't you?"

"You're crazy."

"Your whole family is," she said. "It all makes sense now."

"Caitlyn, no. That's insane."

"You did some enchantment or something to get rid of the reporter."

"I did nothing." Alex said, her hand going to her wand. She really hated the idea of doing a memory charm on a friend, but if it was necessary…

"Alex, chill," Caitlyn said. "You don't have to tell me anything. I bet you have all kinds of rules and shit. Just tell me one thing… Are Mitchie and Sam in danger because of it?"

Alex hesitated before answering. "No," she said slowly.

"Then that's all that matters," Caitlyn said. "As curious as I am, and as fucking cool as I think this is, that's all I need to know. Your secret's safe with me."

Alex nodded. "Thanks."

"Does Mitchie know?"

"Caitlyn…"

"I promise it's the last question."

"Yes," Alex said. "Okay? We done now?" Caitlyn nodded. "Good… Let's go find Shane and/or Tess now."

The two walked in silence, Caitlyn reveling in the discovery that witches actually existed and Alex kicked herself for being discovered. She was so stupid. How could she let herself be found out? At least it was Caitlyn, though, and it looked like her friend was going to make it easy for her. She'd have to be more careful from now on, though. Very careful.

Welp, there it is. Now review. Or I will cut you.