The cloudy, foggy overcast hung over our heads as we stood in the cemetery, looking at the tombstone they put in just five days before. Only five days...

Zach stood a foot away from me, not that I wanted him to. I actually had alonging for someone to just hold me close, and rock me, as if I was actually safe. I didn't move though. I didn't want things to be even more awkward between us then they already were. With everything that could possibly happen happening in the last week, I didn't want to risk any loose emotions, mine or his.

Truth be told, I decided that I still loved him. But it was different. It wasn't the hate, but loving love we had what seemed like forever ago, but it was the sweet, soft love that you get after really getting to know the other person. The kind you get when you see their struggles and you realize that they have seen yours too.

But, of course, I didn't tell him that.

What kind of spy would I be if I did?

Not a very good one.

I was Cammie Morgan, aka the chameleon, not Megan Morris. I was in hiding for five years. No one found me until the last few months (Joe Solomon).

Meg was dead to me.

Which meant Leo was too.

I didn't know if Zach had forgotten about his cover either, but I hoped he did. I wanted him to be just plain Zach, the cocky, always smirking one. The one who helped me escape the cliche evil twin. The one who I had sensed still cared for me like I cared for him.

He finally broke the strong silence when he cleared his throat.

"It looks nice," he said, gesturing to the big piece of stone before us.

"Ya," I answered quietly, trying to control the tears that suddenly wanted to flow.

"It sure as hell isn't easy to stand here and see it," he spoke, a hint of agitation in his voice, I'm sure because he knew his own flesh and blood caused all this.

"I know, but we just have to make it look like it is easy. That's what good spies do," I followed, pushing the tears away and focusing on containing my wild emotions.

That's when I felt two strong arms wrap around me from behind, and before I could stop it, I melted into his embrace, feeling the comforting warmth instantly relaxing me. It felt so nice to know someone cared.

"You know what Macey told me a week ago?" I asked him confidently, turning my head up to look in his eyes.

"Mm?" he hummed, obviously enjoying the embrace as much as I was. He rested his chin on the top of my head.

"She told me to love you."

"I can't argue with that."

"I knew you wouldn't," I joked before turing serious again.

"Did you love Tina?" I asked him.

He tightened his arms around me. "I don't want to say I didn't when I just saw her dead, but Cam, you have always been the one."

He took a deep breath and continued. "I don't see why you would think you were unwanted here, I mean, we all went crazy after you left. You may be the chameleon, and blend in to everybody else, but not for any of your family. It was so different without you. It was like each person handled it differently. It just wasn't the same."

I sighed, feeling the ever present pit in my stomach fill with gilt.

"I know, and I feel terrible about it. I'm sorry," I whispered hoping he would forgive me.

"Why don't we get out of here?" he abruptly changed the subject.

"Uh, ya I guess we can go back to Grant and Bex's," I said.

He shook his head, and turned me around to look at him, but still kept a firm grasp on my waist. "No no, I mean, out of here. Like to Greece."

"But-" I stuttered, obviously a little surprised he said that. "But what about Bex and the baby?"

I didn't want to say I was trying to find an excuse to stay right where we were, where my family was, but I didn't want to be away from them anymore. It already almost killed me once, I didn't want to risk it again.

"It doesn't have to be permanent Gallagher Girl," he hummed, using the nickname I loved.

"Ok," I considered. "But we can't be isolated again. I want to stay connected with everybody, so they know where we are and if we are safe."

He shook his head. "Deal."

"But-" I smiled. "Can we go somewhere else besides Greece? I mean, it was really nice and I loved it, but I just want to try some place new."

"Totally understandable. How about...England?" he suggested, pulling me into a tight embrace once more.

"Um... I've already been there," I said against his chest. "What about Ireland?"

"Ok, I've heard its beautiful," he smiled down at me.

"I know it has a lot of unwanted rain, but we can live with that can't we?" I smiled back, suddenly excited for another adventure, only this time with Zach.

He kissed my forehead. "Eh, unwanted rain can't stop us."

"Ya," I encouraged. "We could have a little cottage and raise sheep."

"Sheep?" he chuckled.

"Yes, sheep," I stammered. "Or maybe goats!"

He laughed again. "Come on, let's go."

"Ok," I agreed, and started to turn away once he slipped his hand into mine. "I still can't believe it has been a week. But the grave stone looks good."

"Ya," he looked over his shoulder one more time. "I bet they would have even liked it."

I smiled lightly, memories flooding back into my brain. "We should call Bex and Grant. I'm sure they will want to come and see it."

"They will," he looked at me, and gave me a reassuring smile as we passed hundreds of toumbs while crossing the cemetery.

"I think we will like Ireland," I looked out the window as Zach started the car and started to drive away.

"Ya, but we are not raising goats, or sheep."

I laughed, feeling good while the happy adrenaline consumed me. I shouldn't have been, but I was happy. Right in that moment, I was happier than I ever had been in five years, and I was in a cemetery.

"Zach?" I asked quietly three minutes and 12 seconds later.

"Yep?"

I sighed, gathering what little confidence I had left after all of my adventures only a short week ago. "I think I am going to take Macey's advice."

He turned to me, mesmerizing me with his sea green eyes. "Good, because I still love you."

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