A/N: Hi readers, I just wanted to clarify because some people were getting confused – David is Cammie's ex. She found out he was a terrorist during their relationship, and spent the rest of the relationship secretly spying on him, until he caught her. He locked her up and tortured her – similar to Catherine. Zach and his team (Grant, Jonas and Nick) had the task of catching David once Cammie escaped from him. They were able to catch him – with difficulty – and locked him up. But in chapter 1, it shows how David has escaped and is coming after all of them, especially Cammie – his ex who exposed him – and Zach – the man who was responsible for putting him in jail. If anyone has any questions or is unsure about anything, let me know in your review and I will try to explain in in the A/N of the next chapter or I will reply! P.S. I'm very sorry for not updating in so long but I wasn't really sure what to do next, and I'm still not really sure, so if anyone has any ideas
I also came to that point where school became very important and I realised just how badly I coped under copious amounts of stress. I have also been going through a bit of a tough time lately (but that doesn't excuse not updating for so long), and the times when I am able to write may be different to when you are able to read because I live in Australia and holidays are different lengths and at different times. However, my two weeks of holidays starts next week and I hope to start writing again, but it will be a bit hard because my head is empty of ideas. I'll do my best for you though.
Also, I know that some people are still really struggling with Covid-19, so I hope you are all happy and healthy and finding things to occupy yourselves during the seemingly endless quarantine.
P.P.S. I am also so very sorry for such a long A/N!
Zach's POV
Everything was black. Completely black. I felt the rough fabric of a blindfold scratching my skin and the tightness of cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Based on the fact that the ground I lay on was moving I figured we were in a car, a van based on the large space I had to roll around in.
The last thing I remembered was David's sickening face with a toothy grin, then his fist, then nothing. Not exactly my proudest moment in my spying career. I noticed that my phone was no longer in my pocket.
The car stopped moving and the van doors squeaked as they were pulled open. Rough hands grabbed my arms and yanked me out of the boot. But of course, my ankles were tied, so I couldn't walk – I could barely stand, so I was dumped on the ground. Great.
A deep voice chuckled from beside my ear. "Who would of thought," it said, "that strong, smart Zachary Goode would end up here. Who would of thought." It repeated. I forced myself to smile. I had been able to lock this man up the first time, surely I can do it again.
They had made the stupid mistake of not covering my mouth, so I said sarcastically with a smirk, "Good job David. You finally got me. But if I remember correctly, the last time you and I were together it didn't go so well for you." Pain erupted from the side of my face as a fist once again connected with my head, but I didn't cry out, or even wince. I just grit my teeth and smirked again. I had experienced far worse pain, I could handle David and his petty revenge plan. "Wow David. How easy it is to make you snap." This time the punch was to my gut. "No wonder you didn't make it in the spy business." Another punch to the gut. I just tutted, "David, David, David… You always were a slow learner." A growl and another punch, this time back at my face. I let my body go limp, pretending they had finally knocked me unconscious. I heard David murmur, "He always was a jackass, even back in Blackthorne."
I was swung over someone's shoulder and carried into a building. I noticed because the wind no longer nudged at my hair. We were going down stairs, then it got cold. An underground cell then. I wracked my brain, trying to think of where in Roosevelt there would be an underground cell.
Cammie POV
He didn't follow me…
I shouldn't of cared at all. He had a fiancé – though she wasn't too happy with him at that moment.
It had been two years. I had so many things that I could have been thinking about – my friends, my family, The Nightingale Institute. I even could of thought about David, my psycho ex who wanted to kill us all who was also on the loose and actively seeking us out… but no!
I thought of Zach, and my mind did not stray from the image of him in my head with his perfect emerald eyes that I could happily drown in, and his strong jaw that he always clenched when he was trying not to give away that he was pissed, and the body that had undoubtedly become even more toned in the two years we had spent apart, and the smell of his cologne – the same one he used to wear all those years ago.
That was why it hurt when he didn't follow me. I wasn't surprised. He hated having to deal with his emotional problems. He would rather pushed them down in a rather unhealthy way and wait until they seemed small enough for him to ignore.
I trudged up the stairs to my dorm room and slammed the door. Even if I hadn't seen him earlier I still would of known that he had been here. To make the situation even worse, I had blamed him for the pain I felt from the breakup, when really it was my fault.
Good going Cammie, you officially tore up, threw in the trash and burned your opportunity to even be friends with Zach! But was that what I wanted… I didn't think so. And some traitorous – most likely lying – part of me felt that he didn't just want to be friends either.
I changed into some jeans and a loose sweater with every intention of wandering down to the Gallagher kitchens and stealing some apple pie, but my body betrayed me as I laid back onto my plush cushion and fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke my internal clock told me that the lunch bell would ring in approximately 20 minutes, give or take a few seconds.
I had slept for too long.
I swapped my comfy sweater for a blue tank top and pulled on some block heeled, thigh high black boots. I weaved my hair into one long braid down the centre of my head, and as my hair was long I felt the end of the plait brush my mid back. My makeup was plain, but I couldn't deny the obvious fact that Macey would be incredibly proud of me.
I walked down to the kitchen, the familiar sound of pens scratching on paper and the commanding voices of teachers ringing out from semi-open classroom doors that I passed. Grabbing a quick snack I made my way to my mother's office.
I wasn't exactly in the highest of spirits as my entire personal life seemed to have gone to shit. Not to mention the fact that David was actively plotting some disastrous plan that would certainly involve my death. But when I pushed open those doors I had stood in front of so many times before, I knew the word shit did not cover what was happening.
They all sat so still – Macey, Bex, Liz, Grant, Jonas, Nick and Mum. Except Joe, who looked ready to burst the moment he laid eyes on me. They were all looking at me, slightly wide eyes – which was never a good sign when you were in a room full of people who had made a career of hiding their emotions.
I didn't bother trying to form questions. I just said, "Go." It was not the voice of Cammie Morgan. It was the voice of Agent Morgan, head of the Nightingale Institute.
"David's here." Joe said, pausing his pacing.
My eyes darted around the full room, noticing one very important person was missing. "Zach."
They nodded.
"Why isn't the school on lockdown?" I asked turning toward my Mother as I watched her slip into her other self – the Headmistress of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.
"We saw no reason to cause unnecessary panic by setting of the alarm and going into lockdown."
"Well, it's necessary now."
Within an instant the wailing sirens that I had heard an unusually frequent amount of times during my school years was ringing through the halls.
"Get the girls in the Grand Hall and keep them there. Sweep the school as a precaution, but I doubt he will come here," I said, already walking down the hall, the sound of my heels on the tiled floor like a thundering heartbeat. "He already has Zach, and he knows that will draw me out."
"So what are you going to do?" Liz asked at my shoulder, doing an excellent job of keep her voice steady. She taught at Gallagher frequently, but she was also a Nightingale agent – one of the best.
"I'm going to do exactly what he wants me to do."
"And what's that?" Joe asked.
"I'm going to go to him."
A/N: I hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think :) I am about to start writing the next chapter, and hopefully I won't accidently go on hiatus while writing it.