Time seemed to fly by for Cammie and Zach. Cammie got bigger and moodier, while Zach started sleeping on the couch much more often due to his wife's mood swings. Despite all of that, the couple was happy. It seemed like everything in life was falling into place. Grant and Bex's wedding was approaching the relief of their friends. Many vicious arguments between the British bombshell and her fiancé had taken place during the planning of their wedding. No one enjoyed mediating those fights. The end result would be Grant crashing on whoever's couch was available until Bex cooled down enough to let him back into the house. Meanwhile, Liz and Jonas settled into married life smoothly. For them, it wasn't a drastic change. Grant and Zach liked to tease Jonas that he and Liz have been acting like an old married couple from the start, so they'd already had practice at it. Macey continued to torment her husband's campaign manager. Preston tried to be mad for his manager's sake but couldn't help but laugh at the crazy antics of his wife.

Zach, after a week of not reading it, picked up Cammie's file after he had finished an interrogation. He started at the part where he had left off the previous week.

Interrogator: What happened after the knife was stabbed into your arm?

Agent: After digging the knife in for a while, someone pulled it out. I was drugged, and everything was hazy, but I did managed to see a face. It was a women, about forty some years old with short black hair and dark eyes. She was smiling like she had won or something. Then everything went black.

Interrogator: When did you wake up?

Agent: I woke up two days after I was drugged. They slipped me a dose of some date rape drug that would usually kill most people, but I could fight it off because I had a patch on my shoulder that would absorb anything given to me. Instead of killing me, it knocked me out for a couple of days. When I woke up, I was in a gray room filled with guards to watch me. They were all Circle agents. The woman from before walked back in. She smiled at me and said, "So you're the famous Cammie Morgan. I get to see my son's girlfriend up close and personal this time."

Zach stopped reading. He probably should've guessed that his mother would pop up in this file sooner or later, but he had hoped that Cammie would've told him if she had encountered his mother. Zach remembered his mother all too well for his taste. She had been a cold, impersonal woman to the point where you doubted there was a heart in her chest. Ms. Goode, despite all her flaws, was also a wonderful teacher. She taught her son how to be a spy and not get caught. Of course, she was grooming him to run the circle, but the lessons came in handy nevertheless. From an early age, Zach learned how to turn off his emotions to become a better spy. It wasn't until he met Cammie that Zach realized showing emotions actually make you a better spy. One of the things he loved about the Gallagher Girl was her sheer determination to complete her mission. Agents detached from their emotions would never have the same passion or drive for their assignments that Cammie did.

Interrogator: And who was the woman?

Agent: Chloe Goode. She took a gun out of her pocket and started to twirl it around. Almost like she was taunting me to make a move. Finally, she said, "Guess the apple doesn't fall from the tree. It's a shame I have to kill you. You're talented; you would be an asset." She shrugged and added, "Oh well." Luckily, I had already figured a way out of the room. I managed to free myself from the chair once all the guards left. Ms. Goode liked to kill alone, or at least that's what I got from the file. She always made the guards leave so that there'd be no witnesses. The Circle was very cautious after what happened with my dad. Once I escaped the chair, I had to fight Ms. Goode. I didn't have a weapon; it was all hand-to-hand combat. I managed to knock her down and run.

Zach stopped reading the report. He took a look at the snapshots of Cammie after she escaped. She had stitches running down her arm and on the side of her face. There were bruises everywhere, and Cammie's eyes had a purplish tint around them. Zach remembered when she came back to Gallagher. It was unexpected to say the very least. Everyone was still at Gallagher trying to find Cammie when she just strolled into the dining room, her hair short and stitches on her arm. There were bruises then, but the bad ones were starting to fade. None of them had recognized her at first. Liz was the first to realize it was Cammie and ran up to give her a hug. Cammie had winced but accepted the hug anyways. Everyone had started to scold Cammie at the exact same time, which made her laugh. Zach smiled at the memory.

Suddenly, Zach's phone started blaring In Love With A Girl by Gavin DeGraw, his ring tone for Cammie. His wife wasn't one for country music, but Gavin DeGraw was the acception. "Hey, Gallagher Girl, what's up?"

"Zach, I need you to get home now," Cammie demanded. Zach felt his head start spinning. What was wrong with Cammie? "I got a strange message on our answering machine, and I'm just really scared right now. I need you." Those three words made him grab his keys and head for the door.

"I'm on my way," Zach told his wife reassuringly. "Just stay put." He probably broke five speeding laws getting home, but that wasn't important. Cammie was always his top priority. He knew the possibility of the Circle coming back was scaring her to the point of a meltdown. Cammie's doctor had told him that it wasn't good for her to be under a lot of stress. He had also told Zach that Cammie was underweight for someone who was five months along. Zach promised himself to make sure Cammie was safe and fed.

He walked into his house to find Cammie holding her knees on the couch. Well, she was trying to hold her knees as well as a pregnant woman could. There were tear stains on her cheeks, and her eyes were red. She handed him the phone, not meeting his eyes. Zach hit the button that plays messages and listened. It was a man talking with a deep Russian accent.

"I don't know how you thought you could run from us, but we've found you. And we're ready for a fight. If it means killing your husband or your child, then so be it. You can't get away this easy. You've been warned." Zach put the phone down. He was stunned at the very least. He walked over to his crying wife. Cammie started to cry into his shoulder, and Zach wrapped his arms around her. They stayed that way until the last of her tears were gone.

"I'm scared," Cammie confessed in a small whisper. "I don't want to lose you." She looked at her husband with her swollen eyes. Cammie didn't know how to live without Zach, and she didn't want to find out.

Zach gently kissed her forehead. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to protect you two." He rubbed her very noticeable bump. She smiled up at him.

"You promise?" Cammie asked childishly.

"I promise," Zach answered solemnly. He stroked her arm. "How about you lay down and rest while I make you some dinner?" He had a feeling she'd thrown up whatever she had eaten today after hearing that message.

"Okay," Cammie replied softly. She laid down on the couch and closed her eyes, the only noises in the house being Zach's cooking and America's Top Model on at extremely low volume. She put her hands on her stomach and smiled. Cammie was so lucky to have Zach. He was always strong when she couldn't be. She just hoped she wouldn't lose him. Something in the back of her head told her she wouldn't. Cammie didn't recognize the emotion, but it was called faith. Spies weren't supposed to have faith. They were supposed to always expect the worst, the unexpected. But, maybe in Cammie's case, a little faith would be good for her. It could keep her sane.