A/N: Finally I have something to update with!

I'm sorry if I'm going a little off topic again, I keep doing that by accident but I am going to be back on track with the whole modelling thing soon, although I must admit I am getting a little lost for ideas so any help would be appreciated!

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When I woke up my head was pounding. I rubbed my hand over my temple and groaned.

'Are you okay?' I blinked confused at the sound of Zach's voice, unsure where I was at first.

'Just a headache' I mumbled as I sat up straight, my neck aching from sleeping all night against Zach's chest.

'They could have made the plane a little comfier' I grumbled quietly, noticing most people were still peacefully sleeping.

'Well we could have flown first class but SOMEONE didn't want to use their money' Zach joked.

'I guess, I just want to save it, just encase' I mumbled, ignoring the scolding looks of the person next to us who was trying to sleep.

'Go back to sleep' Zach whispered quieter, much to the relief of the man who was trying to sleep next to us.

I leaned my head on his chest, rubbing my temple again. I felt him stroke his hand through my hair gently. I closed my eyes but sleep wouldn't come.

I looked up at Zach and saw him staring at me. 'You're not tired?' I asked sarcastically.

'Nope' He replied casually, I'd rather wait until we get back to the hotel'

I nodded my agreement as I sat up straight again, pulling my knees up to my chest. 'They would have found the letters now' I whispered, almost afraid to say it.

'Look, I've worked it all out, there's no reason we shouldn't be back in a few days'

'Okay' I sighed and soon enough my head was back on Zach's chest and my eyes were fluttering, finally sleep was taking over.

'Cammie we're almost there' I woke up to Zach gently nudging me.

'We are now preparing for landing' A loud voice boomed through the plane to the annoyance of the rest of the drowsy passengers.

I looked out of the window and noticed the bright lights of New York City. 'Wow' I breathed as the lights became less of a blur as we came closer.

We sailed through security, me and Zach playing the part of cousins coming to visit our sick Gran well.

It was the hotel that we had the problem with. I'd planned to use my card to pay with but there was a fairly big problem.

'Denied' the receptionist stated as she moodily passed back my credit card.

'What?' I stammered. 'But… this is the only money I have, it's all on this card…'

'Well it looks like it's been cancelled, I can't give you the room unless you pay' she said impatiently eyeing the long line of people that had formed behind us.

'Please… please, just try again' Zach stammered, clearly as confused and panic stricken as me.

The receptionist sighed but scanned the card again. I cringed as I heard the loud beep that signalled it was denied.

'Sorry' the receptionist shrugged as she motioned for us to move out the way.

Zach grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out into the chilling air.

'I told you we should have got some of the money out!' cried Zach angrily.

'I… I don't understand… my mom must have cancelled my credit card thinking that I would have to call her if we had no money…'

'That's the problem, you should have realised we couldn't trust them not to do something like this!' Zach's voice was rising to a dangerous level now. I shrunk back.

'You know what maybe we should have just stayed where we were!' Zach's voice echoed through the dark alleyway we were in.

'Well, you go then!' I screamed back at him, my voice matching his.

'Fine! I Will!' He yelled. Then he did something I couldn't quite believe. He walked away.

It wasn't until five minutes later that the seriousness of the situation hit me. I was alone, in a dark alleyway with no money.

I collapsed on the floor trying to ignore the pounding of my heart against my rib cage. I looked up at the sky and suddenly the lights above me felt more scary than beautiful.

I resisted the temptation to slap myself around the face to tell myself to get it together. It felt like the girl in me had been ripped out and kicked, but the spy in me was still strong.

'I have to get out of here, call my mom' I told myself sternly. But for some reason I hesitated, almost like I couldn't admit defeat, like calling my mom would signal that Zach really had left me alone in a dark alleyway.

I stood up, forcing my wobbling knees to take the weight.

I couldn't get the fact that Zach had left me out of my head, it was like there was still a little bit of the girl in me that lay undamaged and she was telling me Zach would never leave me. The stronger part of me that was a spy said I was an idiot for believing otherwise.

Then I heard the scream. Then I realised.

Zach hadn't left me because he didn't want to be with me, he'd left me to keep me safe. I was then prepared to bet Macey's Louis Vuitton suitcase that Zach had known something was wrong, the wrong people had found us and so he argued with me to get me out of the way, he didn't want me to get hurt. Well I'd soon show him what I thought of his plan.

As I ran it felt like every alleyway could be a new threat, drunks and gamblers littered the streets and called out disgusting things after me as I pushed past them. I had no idea where I was going, no sense of direction and so I just followed that little part of me that knew.

I could tell I had been almost too late. Almost.

I turned into an alleyway that seemed different from the others, it had a dead end. I saw men ahead, all of them with their backs to me, a bad habit if ever there was one. I could then tell these guys with their large muscles and absent minded looks had more strength than common sense. The bad shape Zach was in confirmed this. He looked almost passed out in one man's arms; the guy seemed to be demanding information.

Before he knew what had hit him my foot swept under his. I grabbed a still dazed Zach and pushed him as gently as possible under the shadows out of harm's way. The guy I had round kicked tried to get up but I found a nearby bottle and cringed as I slammed it over his head.

Suddenly I was yanked off him, my arms pulled painfully behind my back. Just before my arms were pulled out of their sockets I heard a sickening snap, which thankfully wasn't me. However, the man who had been holding me now sported a bleeding nose thanks to my perfectly executed head-butt.

He tried to grab me again, this time it was my turn to cry out in pain as his large fist collided with my head and I felt the blood wash over me. I staggered back, dazed. The man started laughing as he stared at me; I probably looked like a bloody mess.

Someone grabbed my arms and the man grabbed my feet.

'What… do… you… want?' I stuttered, trying to fight the pain in my throbbing head.

It was enough to distract him. He lost his grip on my leg as I kicked out, hitting him square in the jaw and hearing the satisfying crack. Before any of the others could act I grabbed a still dazed Zach and pulled him up, willing him to run as I struggled to support his weight.

The footsteps became closer and closer and suddenly I fell to the ground, my arm automatically flying out to brace my fall. Bad idea. I heard the sickening snap before I felt the pain.

I lay on the floor waiting for them to finishing me off. But then through the haze I saw another group of men, a very, very large group of men. They were singing, probably on a lad's night out until they saw us sprawled on the floor with about five guys standing over us.

'Oi! What are you doing to that girl? And that young lad!'

Suddenly the shadow that had been above me disappeared and I sighed in relief as I realised a small group of strong men were nothing against a large group of strong AND intelligent men.

I noticed Zach sitting up beside me, almost as if he were waking up from a bad dream. I gave him a death glare, letting him know this wouldn't be the last he was hearing about what had just happened.

'Would you kids like us to walk you back? Or to a hospital? It looks like you've broken your arm'

Well the man looked kind enough but I hadn't lived through everything I'd gone through knowing that kindness isn't always what it seems. 'No thank you, we live around the corner' I lied easily, beginning to drag Zach away.

'There aren't any houses in this area' the man frowned.

'Sorry, I meant hotel, holiday, we're on holiday' I lied again, fearing my voice cracking would give me away.

'Okay then' the man backed away and ran away to join his drunk friends who were half a street away by now.

'Thank you!' I called after him, and he acknowledged me by a swift wave of his hand as he continued to run.

The street was now empty again and I was tempted to just fall back down on the ground and sleep. My arm was in the most unattractive position and had swelled up incredibly.

'We can't sleep now' Zach demanded as my eyelids fluttered dangerously.

'Who says?' I screamed angrily, totally not ready to forgive and forget.

'Please, can we not talk about this now Cam' Zach pleaded and I had to agree now maybe wasn't the best time.

Me and Zach looked around, finally able to analyse the area properly.

'There's a B&B over there' I sighed 'We could sleep then run'

'I think we'll have to' Zach said as he dragged me towards the B&B.

The receptionist of this one was an old lady who looked like she was going to have a heart attack when she saw us.

'Oh my gosh!' She gapsed 'You poor things!'

'We were mugged' Lied Zach smoothly.

'Well let's get you into a room, my husbands a doctor I'll get him to sort you out first'

'I'm fine' I said backing away. The woman laughed.

'He won't hurt you dear' She raised her eyebrows. 'Looks like that arm of yours needs to be looked at'

I sighed in defeat as the adrenaline that had ran through my veins now faded into a pain making my arm throb.

The doctor swiftly clicked a few bones and then strapped up my arm, I couldn't deny I felt a lot better.

Zach's face was massively swollen, there was no doubt he was going to have a black eye in the morning.

I didn't stop to watch Zach get his face cleaned up, I left the room.

'Cammie!' He called out after me, but I felt sick whenever I thought about what he'd done. Deep down I knew he had been trying to save me and the girl in me knew it. But the spy in me couldn't help but feel betrayed that he hadn't trusted me enough to help him take on the gang.

Somehow I'd managed to keep my bag throughout the attack so I threw it onto the bed as soon as I got in, not bothering to take a closer look at the ancient bed covers and the peeling wallpaper.

I attempted to change into my tank top and skinny sweatpants feeling grateful I'd brought something comfy, but not grateful that I was wearing a sling that made it near impossible. I threw the bag down onto the floor when I was done and curled up on the bed, feeling sick as I smelt a strong stench of disinfectant.

I closed my eyes, screwing them tighter together as I heard the door open and I could sense Zach come in. I heard him rummaging through his bag and then I heard him most likely changing.

'Cammie, I know you're awake' He said as I felt him lay next to me, and that was when I realised it was a double bed.

'Cammie just talk to me' He sighed.

I moved my hand a fraction of an inch to wipe the tear that had fallen until he somehow flipped me over so I was facing him.

'Leave me alone Zach' I said coldly and I tried to turn back over – but his hand kept a firm grip around my waist.

'Just tell me what I've done' Zach pleaded.

'Fine' I said as I felt my anger boil up inside me. 'Maybe It's the fact you think I'm clearly incapable as a spy, or maybe because you lied to me. Maybe because you let yourself get hurt…'

'It's not because I think you're a bad spy…' He cupped my face in his hands so that I was forced to look into his eyes. 'It's because you're too good to loose'

'You have to accept that I'm a spy Zach, I'm going to get hurt, I'm going to be risking my life, I'm the same as you'

He shook his head aggressively 'No you're not, you're much better, you have everything to loose if anything ever happened to you'

'Zach, you just need to understand, this is my choice okay, I'm a spy'

He sighed. 'I know, I need to realise that if you hadn't been there today I would be dead by now' he shivered.

'We could have taken them if I'd been with you from the beginning Zach' He seemed doubtful as his eyes passed over my broken arm.

Zach hesitated as if he were debating whether to tell me something, that was until he said 'I killed Henry'

I gasped, but for some reason I couldn't quite understand I didn't feel angry or regretful… I actually felt happy. No Henry meant it was over, he was the leader and so his followers would disperse.

I think Zach was more shocked than I was when I smiled.

'You're… you're not angry?' He asked as if needing to verify it.

'No… I thought I would be but… I'm just not'

It was Zach's turn to smile in relief.

Zach wrapped the covers around both of us, his arm staying around my waist. I was finally able to sleep.

'Cammie, wake up!'

I groaned as I sat up in bed, it felt like I'd only been sleeping five minutes.

'We need to get out of here'

I nodded, remembering that we had no money.

We got changed and then swiftly threw the bags out the window. We climbed out, using the drain pipe to slide out of the window and drop gently onto the floor.

It was hard to see, it was still pitch black.

The plan was to call my mom, get her to come pick us up, I knew she'd be mad at first but I was sure that after we told her that Henry was gone and that we were safe she would be fine.

'She's not answering' I said, unable to hide the panic in my voice.

'Did you get the right number?' Hissed Zach.

I raised my eyebrows up at him in response.

I put down the phone.

'What if something's happened?' I said as hundreds of possibilities flowed through my head.

'You know what we have to do?' Zach said, unable to look me in the eyes. I nodded.

'Oh sorry!' I cried as I brushed past an elderly man, taking his wallet while I was at it.

'No, pardon me mam' He replied politely as he carried on his way. The wallet felt heavy in my pocket and sure enough as we turned the corner and took a look I saw there was at least five hundred pounds there.

'I don't like doing this' I muttered.

'I know, but we don't have much choice' Sighed Zach as we paid for our plane ticket using the poor guys money.

Zach tried to keep me busy on the plane; I knew he was trying to stop me from thinking about why my mom wasn't answering her phone.

'Are you sure you don't want me to buy you another magazine?' Zach asked for the tenth time.

'No' I snapped. I saw Zach's face fall.

'Thank you though' I said softer.

'Cam, do you want something to eat, your mom's gunna flip if I bring you back like that'

I glanced into the window, looking at my reflection for the first time in days. My face was pasty white, dark circles rimmed my eyes and my cheeks were thin and sallow. My hair had been roughly pushed up into a ponytail but stray hairs streaked my face from where I'd slept restlessly. My arm was in an awful sling that not only looked bad but was also incredibly uncomfortable.

'Okay' I nodded weakly as Zach made his way to the front of the plane, the stitches that lined the top of his head attracting strange looks from the rest of the passengers who probably thought he was a typical teenager who got into a fight over some girl or something. I knew better.

'Thanks' I said as I took one of the sandwiches he was now holding. I nibbled at the edges having completely lost my appetite.

'Hey I recognise you from somewhere!' A woman boomed from next to me, it took me awhile to realise she was talking to me, and even longer to realise what she was talking about because when you're a spy being recognised is a bad, bad thing.

'Urm… I have no idea where from' I stammered unconvincingly as I caught sight of the Vogue in her hand, my face standing out on the front cover. Luckily she seemed to let it slide as she laughed it off, after all who would have mistaken a Vogue cover model for a pale girl in a sling?

We finally landed, speeding through check in and hiring a taxi to get us to the Academy.

It was pitch black when we finally pulled up at the Gallagher Gates – but of course, that wasn't where we were going in.

I felt suddenly at home as I smelt the mustiness of my favourite secret passageway. Me and Zach stumbled over the rough stones. I felt along the wall leading the way, that was until my hand touched against something sticky. I stopped and drew back my hand in shock. Zach walked straight into me.

'Turn a light on' I stammered.

'I'm not sure that's a good idea, what if someone sees a light coming from the tapestry and…'

'Just do it Zach' I said, my voice firm but shaky.

I drew back in shock as light suddenly filled the short corridor from Zach's torch.

'Oh my…' Zach started.

I couldn't stop staring at my hand, it was covered in thick red blood. I looked down to see a pool of it down by my feet, blood streaked the walls and although I hadn't eaten in days I felt awfully sick.

I rubbed my hand against my shirt needing to get rid of it.

Suddenly the hallway was filled me more light and I heard people cry in unison 'Put your hands up!'

Well usually I would have done exactly that but not when I'd just come into my own school… my home.

'I go to school here…' I started but suddenly a strong force caught me off guard and my head slammed against the cave wall, creating more blood than there had been there before.

'Stop!' Someone yelled, and this time it was finally a familiar voice.

'Mom' I croaked.

'That's my daughter!' My mom cried. 'Get away from them, they go to school here!'

I saw the people disperse and my mom came closer. She placed a hand at the back of my head and I winced as she touched the place where I'd smacked into the wall.

'I thought I'd lost you' she cried as she threw her arms around me. I cried out in pain as her thin frame hurtled against my broken arm.

'Sorry kiddo!' she cried and withdrew quickly.

'What was that about? What's happened? I don't…' I started to ask all the questions that were bubbling up in my mind.

'Henry. He came here looking for you the other day… there was a fight… things have changed Cammie'

I didn't want to think about what that meant, so I had no choice but to follow her down the hallway.