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Chapter 20

CPOV

"Caitlyn! Oh my God, are you okay?!"

I didn't answer…I couldn't answer.

"SHANE! Shane, help!"

Her footsteps disappeared rapidly. I didn't look up. I was still curled in a little ball on the floor of Nate's cabin, right next to the bed…his bed…where I had spent the best five minutes of my life. And now it was all ripped away, all because of my stupid job. My stupid, stupid job as an agent.

I almost groaned. If I could feel anything about myself, other than my sobbing…my silent cries wracking through my entire body.

How could I be so stupid? I didn't even get rid of the evidence…my badge, the information in the folder, my penknife…nothing! I didn't even think…I had never thought all that had just happened would happen. I expected to tell him off and then…

Then what?

I had absolutely no idea.

What would I have done after I told him to leave me alone? Forever? What…leave camp? Suicide? Quit the agency? What?!

"She's in here…"

Mitchie was back. More footsteps this time, clearly showing she'd gone for her loyal boyfriend. I heard them run over, then a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Caitlyn…Caitlyn…"

Shane.

Another tremor ran through my body, a low sob escaping my clenched teeth.

"Caitlyn…" A pause. "She's unresponsive. Should we get her to the nurse?"

"I don't know…" Was Mitchie crying?

"Caitlyn…Caitlyn, its Shane. Look at me."

But I couldn't.

"What do you think is wrong with her?" Jason sounded slightly scared. Shane didn't answer. He sighed, however. I was guessing he was thinking about what to do about me. I wanted to lift my head, use my voice to tell them to go away…leave me to my misery but I couldn't feel my hands or my brain. I might as well have been dead.

"Shane…Shane we should take her to the nurse," Mitchie said hesitantly.

"Okay."

Next thing I knew, his arms were locking around me in a warm embrace.

Something clicked. It wasn't Nate who held me…

"NO!" I shrieked. "PUT ME DOWN!"

I kicked without looking to where I was aiming. Shane gasped in pain, a hoarse whine of pain coming from his throat.

It didn't take me long to guess where my kick had landed. But I didn't care.

I rolled out of his arms and hit the ground hard, curling into a ball to keep from breaking my neck, like they taught in training. The next second I was crouched on the ground, my hand where my knife was, staring up at my friends like some kind of an idiot.

They stared back at me in shock…well, Jason and Mitchie did. Shane was on the ground, holding himself and swearing under his breath.

I stared back, then the over-whelming sense of failure and hurt crashed on me. With a sob, I curled back against the bed and trembled.

"Oh, Caitlyn," Mitchie gasped, coming forward and pulling me from the ground, hugging me fiercely. I shuddered and she held me tighter.

"What happened?" she asked. "Was it Nate? Did he hurt you?"

"No," I groaned. "I hurt him…"

"What did you do?" Mitchie asked.

"Betrayed him…"

It obviously didn't make sense to them; hell, it barely made sense to me! But I didn't care.

"Where is he?" Jason asked.

"Gone," I whispered.

"What?" Shane asked, having regained control. "What do you mean…gone?"

"GONE SHANE!" I screamed. "Gone as in he ran…he…he's gone!"

Another river of tears went down my face.

"Oh, no," Jason groaned. "We…we gotta find him."

"No," I whispered brokenly. "You can't. He's impossible to find. Nate is…is a predator, a skilled hider. He could blend in anywhere he wanted to…it's impossible."

"What do you mean?" Shane asked. "Nate sticks out like a sore thumb, what with his hair and his fame."

I shook my head, biting my lip. "You know nothing about him...you think you do....but there are things about him I could tell you that you wouldn't believe..."

"Like…?" Jason asked.

"I can…can't tell you," I said softly. "I've…betrayed him enough."

"As long as he's still a virgin…" Shane muttered. "I won't pursue the matter."

I let out a harsh, hollow laugh. "How the hell will we ever know?"

NPOV

"Dammit, dammit, dammit," I growled. Where the hell was I going? Why the hell was I running?

I slowed down, and looked behind me.

No one was after me. The M.I.M.L was far behind me now…I'd been running forever.

Caitlyn. Caitlyn. My friend, Caitlyn Gellar, the M.I.M.L?! It just doesn't make sense…

"Hell, when has anything made sense in life?" I muttered under my breath.

I was suddenly over come with dizziness and feeling faint. I sank to my knees.

DAMMIT! Diabetes…no insulin…bleh I thought miserably.

"Shit," I growled before my eyes darkened.

CPOV

"If Nate doesn't come back soon," Shane said with horror. "He's going to be in big trouble."

"Why?" I asked, my heart freezing for half a second.

Jason gasped. "Oh my god, you're right!"

"WHY?" I repeated.

"This is not good…dammit, we gotta send someone after him!" Shane said, eyes wide.

"WHY?!!!!" I fairly screamed.

The remaining members of Connect 3 stared at me. "His diabetes," Shane said slowly. "He needs insulin."

I gasped. "No…that means he could die out there!"

"YES!" Shane and Jason shouted.

"What are we going to do?" Mitchie asked.

"We gotta call a search party," Shane decided. "We'll get the entire camp out there…Brown has a few ATV's. We can use those…"

"No," I said quietly. "We can't."

"What do you mean?" Jason asked.

"Nate's a spy," I blurted out. "And the only way we're going to find him is if another spy goes after him."

"That's crazy," Shane snorted. "Nate's not a spy. Puh-lease, what are we, like in a 007 movie?"

"No," I said. "I'm telling you the truth."

I stared straight at Shane, but it was Jason who answered.

"I…I think I believe you," he said in wonder. "I…I think she's telling the truth, Shane."

I nodded. "You have to trust me on this," I said quietly. "Nate is gonna die out there unless another spy goes out and finds him. He'll hide from search parties as long as he can, and by the time we find him it would be too late. But if another agent goes out after him, he won't see them coming…which is what we need: Surprise."

Shane stared at me. "Okay," he said finally. "Just saying…IF Nate is a spy and IF he really is so good at hiding like you say he is…which I doubt highly…then where are we going to find another spy."

I flipped open my badge and held it up, like the cops in the movies do.

"You found one."