A/N: The first Sunday night dinner! This is just the first half of the chapter that i have already edited. I am so sorry for the wait, but I'm afraid you're gonna have another wait before the next chapter is out after this one too :( - I blame exams; anyone else doing GCSE's this year? Am I the only one who thinks that the English Lit is ridiculous? Anyway, On with the story!

RECAP: Cammie has just finished giving a tour of the school to Macey McHenry but instead of deterring her from coming to the school she sits her down and appeals to her. Macey now knows that the school wants her for who she is (even though she thinks it's because she is a McHenry whereas in reality it's because she is descended from Gilly herself) but seems pensive when she leaves Gallagher. She knows that giving Gallagher a shot is a gamble but what did she have to lose?

Chapter 5 - Part 1

There are things Cammie doesn't know, and she prides herself in keeping the list as small as possible. But one thing that definitely found itself on that list would be that it is completely possible for a hurricane to enter her dorm room. Or at least that's what it currently looked like. In Cammie's mind only a hurricane could make so much noise and cause her so much terror. Of course this hurricane was called Rebecca Baxter.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT CAMERON! WE WERE TOLD TO DISCOURAGE HER FROM EVER WANTING TO COME HERE AND YOU ALL BUT GO AND TELL HER WE'RE SPIES!"

The spittle that was flying from Bex's mouth was perhaps one of the most disgusting things both Cammie and Liz (who was cowering under her bed) had ever seen but it was a small distraction from the obvious explaining Cammie needed to do.

"Bex I barely said anything about us being spies and you know it. Besides she's going to come here anyway so even if I had told her about us, it would hardly of mattered!" Really, Cammie was getting tired of Bex screaming her head off, repeating all of the same points over and over again.

"Macey McHenry is not Gallagher girl material Cam and how could you say that she would belong here. She only cares about herself, can't you see!"

Unknown to Bex was that she had just crossed a line. In the back of Cammie's mind, she knew that Bex didn't know Macey yet but she didn't care. It was like she said: Gallagher girls don't leave their sisters behind.

"Shut up Bex! Can't you see, she has no family! She might as well be an orphan and it is our job to help our sister not reject her before she even has a chance to fit in! This is not the way a Gallagher girl behaves!"

"SHE isn't a Gallagher girl- "

"She's a direct descendant of Gillian Gallagher herself, of course she's a Gallagher girl!"

And the cat was out of the bag and Cammie honestly thought it was worth it because right then Rebecca Baxter was well and truly stunned. It took much less convincing to be civil after that little fact was revealed and eventually both of Cammie's roommates agreed to give their newest member a chance if she gave them one.

When the maintenance men came to deliver a new bed the girls calmly directed them to the pre-cleared area and settled in for the night. I wonder if mom was actually expecting us to protest last time and is waiting for us to make an appearance in her office right now, Cammie mused before she slowly surrendered herself into Morpheus' sweet embrace.

Cam was antsy the rest of the week. She had caught her mom throwing her the occasional meaningful look but Cam pretended not to notice and went about her way. She could tell it was frustrating her mother but really it was about time. Finally, she gets a taste of her own medicine., Cammie thought with a smirk.

That Sunday was the first dinner she would have with her mom and she would be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of the situation. I wonder why I never did before, I mean, they really were the perfect opportunities to get information.

As Cammie entered her mom's office that Sunday night she made sure to wear one of her dad's old hoodies which was way too big for her but was perfect nonetheless. She found her mom in a similar state of dress and just finishing with the chicken nuggets. Cammie, instead of seating herself, went over to the stereo in the corner and plugged in her music. After a quick shuffle she played the first song she found and let the sound fade into the background. This was a ritual she had adopted after leaving Gallagher when Zach and Joe were part of their family dinners as well. Cammie would be lying if she said that she didn't miss it but it wasn't as if it would never happen; it would just take time.

Rachel was surprised to hear the music and sent her daughter a questioning glance over her shoulder. Cammie just smiled and sat on the sofa, waiting for her mom to join her. Once she did, Cammie helped herself to the food and waited for the questions to start.

"So how's school?" she asked even though the likelihood of her not already knowing was extremely slim.

"Good, I guess. I mean it's nice to be back and CoveOps is fun. Mr. Solomon is a really good teacher. You know, Tina said that you spent most of the summer convincing him to come."

Rachel keeps quiet with only the barest hint of a smile on her lips. Secretly, she loved to wind up her daughter!

"Why did it take you so long to convince him and why did he decide to start this year?" Cammie then asked, seeing the silent treatment she was being given.

"He's a busy guy Cam, he only managed to get leave this past summer." Rachel said, only what Cammie heard was "Here's a flimsy excuse so you don't ask again".

Really, so this is how it's going to be? Unbelievable!

Deciding to try another angle, the chameleon asks her next question

"How do you two know each other?"

Seeing no excuse to lie, her mom replies. "We worked a few cases together back in the day."

"Did he know dad too?" Cammie asked, wondering whether her mom would give a straight answer or not.

Rachel seemed to freeze for a second, appraising her daughter before letting out a resigned sigh and replying in the affirmative. Wanting to coax out as many answers as she could, Cammie continued.

"Were they friends? How well did they know each other?"

Her mom stiffened and warned her away with her eyes. This was not something she was going to get into and Cam got the message loud and clear. Instead she went down a new path, still fishing for answers.

"Why were you and Mr. Solomon talking about me at the start of term feast?"

"What gave you the impression that we were talking about you?" Her mom fired back like the super spy she was.

"When you looked my way you turned your head before your eyes indicating it was a natural response to the conversation topic not a movement which had caught your eye which, if I am correct, is what you had wanted to lead me to believe. Are you going to answer my question now mom, or are you going to continue to avoid it like the plague?"

Rachel was surprised and impressed with her daughter's skill and reasoning and made sure to tell her before remaining silent on the real question. Focusing back on her dinner she watches her child from the corner of her eyes, seeing her pout and frown before her expression cleared up and a smirk started to bloom on her face.

Waiting until her mother took a sip from her glass of water, Cammie then blurted out "Tina says your banging Mr. Solomon".

Watching her mother be caught off guard, do a spit take and subsequently choke a little was by far the most amusing thing Cammie had seen in her life. By the time she noticed that they had a visitor she was on her back, tears streaming down her face and her hands holding her stomach together.

It was when she had regained a little bit of her breath that she decided to address the visitor who her mother, surprisingly, hadn't noticed. Although she was still trying to couch up her lungs so she couldn't be blamed too much.

"Mr. Solomon, what brings you to this part of the school on a Sunday night?" She asked with a jovial tone.

Hearing the name of the man who was at the forefront of her mind, Rachel Morgan whipped her head around and froze, a visible line of blood making its way up her face until she was beet red. And it certainly didn't help that Cammie had seen the entirety of her reaction.

"Oh my God! It's true isn't it mom? I have to go tell Tina" Cammie replied, still awestruck at having seen her mother, for the first time ever, lose her composure so completely. She hadn't taken but two steps in the direction of the door when she felt a very solid, very heavy presence on her back, causing her to tumble to the ground, making an entirely undignified squeak during her descent.

I wonder what Joe is thinking right now, I mean it's not every day you see a mother tackle her daughter.

A/N: REPLY TO THE GUEST REVIEWER: Thank you so much for your lengthy review! I'm glad you're liking the story so far and continue to like it too. Also, I really appreciate your review; it wasn't rude at all! In reply to the whole 'why would Rachel bring Blackthorne if Cammie never goes after Josh' thing, I only have this to say: just because Cammie isn't interested, doesn't mean Josh isn't. Take this as you will but just know that I ship Zammie till the end of time.

Next chapter: the second half of the Sunday night dinner. There is a chance I could get it up by mid-March so be patient!

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