Hey Guys, Sorry it took me so long to post a new chapter, but I've been really busy, however I think I'll have a least another chapter up by the end of the week. I want to thank everyone who has review, read, like, or followed this story. I'm really close to finishing this story; I think I only have 6 or 7 chapters left. Thank you so much for your continued support, there are several times I've almost stopped, but you guys have kept me going. I think after I finish this story I might write a shorter sequel or a few one-shots. Let me know what you think. Thank you so much for reading. You guys are the best. I decided to add some fighting to this chapter because after all this is a Gallagher Girls fanfic. Though I'm pretty sure this chapter is awful. I no longer have a beta so if anyone wants to do it please let me know. Thanks! Please Review or comment.

Also As thanks to everyone for reviewing I have decided that the 155th reviewer will get to pick the baby's name. There are some rules.

1. I get veto power (Sorry, but it is my story.) person can only post one review in a row.

2 .I'm not going to tell you the gender so you will have to tell me two names one girl, and one boy.

3 .I will PM for your name ideas and I ask that you don't tell everyone the name. a review is made by a guest, then please post the names in the review. If not then I will ask the 156th reviewer and so on and so on.

I was suddenly awoken by a pounding on my car door. I checked the clock. 5: 37 am. I hadn't fallen asleep until two. I had spent a fitful 3 hours tossing and turning against the car widow. I hadn't brought a pillow and my neck hurt like hell. I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Ma'am I'm going to need you to open the car door."

"Five more minutes" I groaned, not really caring who it was. The was another knock

"Go away."

"Ma'am security protocol clearly states that only person can only remain in the parking lot for 4 hours. You have been here since 1:28 and I have been trying to wake you since 5:28 and if you do not leave I will be forced to escorted you off the property." Something about the way he said that really pissed me off. Maybe it was his mocking condescending voice. Maybe it was the fact that there was no one else in the parking lot. Or maybe it was the fact that I had only gotten three hours of sleep, but I opened the car door.

"You can shove your security protocol up your over-size ass."

"I'd be careful if I were you."

"Yeah because a middle-aged over-weight, drunken security guard is so scary."

"You better shut your mouth if you know what's good for you. "

"Make me."

I saw the first punch coming before it grazed my chin. I responded by throwing a punch at his head. He grabbed my hand and restrained me easily.

"Listen here missy, I have every right to drag you out of here and if I have too I will."

He didn't noticed until too late that it was a feint and my second punch hit him square in his pudgy stomach He doubled over gasping for a bit of strangled air. It was a well-placed blow. The guard to his credit recovered quickly and slammed his fist in my general direction. His eyes were bubbling with anger and shame. Mr. Soloman once taught us that people only do things for 6 reasons, revenge being the main one. So needless to say I was on my guard. The blow was too sluggish and slow to really pose a threat and me being spry and having good reflexes ducked under it. But before I could fully register the doge his hands streaked to my shoulders and shoved me up against the car. He should straight, his beady eyes practically bulging with rage.

"You..little…" He got right up in my face. So closer I could see the bags under his eyes, and I could smell the cheap vodka on his breath. And suddenly something occurred to me. I was pregnant! I couldn't be involved in a fight like this. I wasn't a teenager. I wasn't even on a mission. This was just reckless. I could hurt the baby. A new surge of adrenaline rushed through me.

"Bitch."

But before he hand time to pull his arms off and punch me I kneed him right in the groin. He stepped back, clearly in pain. I saw a window so I took it. I covered the distance between us and threw two more hard punches that landed hard. The guard fell to the ground. And if there is one thing that I have learned from all the fights I've been in, it's that you don't hit someone when they are down. It's mean and cruel. I remember once Zach had gotten knocked to the ground and the guy had kept punching him. Even though Zach was bleeding and close to unconisuosness the guy kept punching him. It seemed so mean to punch someone who was just lying there helplessly. I couldn't do it, it went against my morals. Beside I could use that time to get away. He probably would report me so need to change my look and my car quickly. I spend away to the next road stop. I had some wigs and whatnot in the trunk so I wasn't too worried. And even though I don't know what had come over me back there and I was a little scared of my self, I was actually quite excited, I mean I haven't been on a mission since before Louisa. I forgot how fun it was. How there was a feeling that you couldn't get doing anything else, the trill of the chase. Maybe that's why I hit him. Because I was so fed up of sitting there any doing nothing. Maybe I was sick of filling out paperwork for everyone else' s danger and exciting missions, missions that I never got to go on. It's not like Zach stopped going on them, if anything he went on more of them. I don't even really remember why I stopped. I guess it was because of my dad. I didn't want Louisa to los a parent on a mission. But I missed it. I was a spy and no matter how hard I tried to change that, I couldn't. The trick to getting to the gas station unnoticed was not speeding. I'm not quiet sure how big of an offence my attack would be considered, but I'm guessing not that big, since he hit me first. Even still I wasn't taking any chances. Since it was dark he probably wouldn't have more than my license plate number. Lucky I always keep a spare license plate in the trunk. I finally got to a rest stop and ran into the bathroom. First I changed my clothes brushed my hair and teeth, so I looked and smelled okay. I put on some bright lipstick, and pretty eyes shadow. I wasn't quite sure what look I was going for. Then I added a fake nose. It was long and sharp, unlike mine. Finally I added a wig, which was dark, long, and glossy. When I up it on I looked important and stylish. I looked like one of Macey's "friends" or at least someone who belonged in that world. And just incase I put a pair of Gucci sunglasses on, as Mr. Soloman once said you can never be too careful. I went outside and changed the license plate; also Liz had installed this new thing that changes the color of your car. So 30 minutes later I was driving a new car, with a new look, and a new sense of purpose. I even decided to pick up when Zack called.

"Cam?"

"Hi?" I said nervously, I'm mean; after all I did just run away.

"CAM, what the hell where you thinking."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? You kind of just left without telling anyone. You're a mom you can't just do that."

"I'm sorry, I really am!" I was close to crying.

"Just don't do it again, okay," He sounded tired and sad.

"Yeah, sorry I just freaked out."

"You don't say, do you want to talk about it?" he said dryly.

" I guess it finally hit me, that I was pregnant."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm pregnant! I'm only 26 and I'm having my second child."

"So you don't want it?"

"Of course I want it, I just I'm worried, that's all. I never get to go on missions now, what's it going to be like when I have a another kid?"

"Cam, if there is one thing that I know about you, is that if you want to do something you can do it."

"But what if I can't?"

"Well then will ask for help or we will send Louisa to daycare, besides it's not like we are going to have anymore kids, right?"

"Could we not have that super serious decision right now?"

"Sure, Cam." He sighed.

"Stop using that tone!" I felt like he was mocking me or being condescending, or me maybe both.

"What tone?"

"That one! It sounds like you are talking down to me."

"Cam I don't know what you are talking about." He knew exactly what I was talking about.

" That voice, it's like the one you use with Louisa. I'm not a child."

"No Cammie, you're not."

"You are using that voice! Stop talking down to me."

"Okay Cam."

"STOP." What did he think he was doing?

"Look there is a police report filed in the area with a girl that sort of matches your physical description, want to tell me what that was about?"

"You know where I am?" He must have been tracking me, darn it.

"Don't change the subject, but yes of course I know where you are. What kind of spy would I be if I didn't? I'm about two hours away and if you just stay put I can come get you."

"Fine."

"Good. Now please tell me why you had to beat up a mall cop."

"Well when you put it like that."

"Cam, this isn't something to take lightly. If they find you.." He was forgetting who I was. I was that Chameleon; I had taking down the circle. When I didn't want people to find me I couldn't be found

"They aren't going to find me." I said in an annoyed tone.

"What if they hurt the baby?" Since when was he the reasonable parent? He was judging me and I felt uncomfortable.

"Let's talk baby names, personally I love Eleanor, but I know you hate it. I also love Violet, and Eve." I really wanted to change the topic

"Cam."

"And if it's a boy I want to name it Matthew."

"Cam." He said a little more forcefully.

"What?"

"Just pull over, there's a old country buffet a few miles down the road, you can stay there for two hours until I can get you and then we are having a serious talk about this."

"What are you, my parent?" That was supposed to come out mockingly, but instead it just sounded bitter.

"Look Cam we will talk about this later, just stay put okay?"

"Fine."

"I love you."

"Bye."

Who was he to judge me? He had no exactly taking it well when he found out I was pregnant, both times! I should be allowed to have my freak out moments too! But suddenly I was very tired and craving pancakes, so I decided to pull into the old country buffet and have a nice breakfast and perhaps a nap.

Also As thanks to everyone for reviewing I have decided that the 155th reviewer will get to pick the baby's name. There are some rules.

1. I get veto power (Sorry, but it is my story.)

2. one person can only post one review in a row.

3. I'm not going to tell you the gender so you will have to tell me two names one girl, and one boy.

4. I will PM for your name ideas and I ask that you don't tell everyone the name.

a guest makes a review, then please post the names in the review. If not then I will ask the 156th reviewer and so on and so on.