Well, here is the next chapter. Hope y'all enjoy. And thanks again for reading. Also, sorry if it's kind of short.

Simply,

Sam.

I wake up the next morning, and it's completely quiet. No one's up yet. I walk to the kitchen, and am standing there, drinking orange juice, when I hear a knock on the door. That must be from 7. I walk back to the kitchen, holding the little envelope in my hands. I want to open it, I really do, but I know I have to wait for the others, otherwise they'll be absolutely livid.

"Hey." Zach says, yawning, while walking into the kitchen. We're both still wearing our pajamas, and it's comfortable in a "I've seen you worst than this before" kind of way, like we're old friends. Which we technically are. Or at least, I hope we're friends, at the very least. Friends at least get to know stuff about each other, if we were just partners, we wouldn't know anything about each other. And trust me, I know a lot about him. Like how he…. You know what? Never mind. You don't need to know about that…

"Hey." I answer. I've complained before, about the way guys greet each other, which is by saying "hey" but these past five years, I've become kind of a man's woman. I mean, obviously I'm still very feminine, just look at my wardrobe, but I'm not afraid to get down and dirty with guys. And I mean that in the least dirty way possible. So I know why guys greet each other with "hey" but it's a secret so I can't tell you. Besides, you don't need to know.

"You got the letter?"

"Yea."

"Open it, then."

"I have to wait for the other's."

"Oh, right." Then we lapse into silence, and not even an "I'm comfortable with you" silence, but a awkward silence, and if you've never been in one of those silences, let me tell you, it sure is damn awkward.

"Good morning, good morning." Bex and Macey say in unison as they walk into the kitchen. Actually, it's more like skipping rather than walking, they're so weird. I don't know how they can skip so early in the morning. "What you got there?" Macey asks, point to the object in my hands.

"The hint from 7."

"Open it!" They both exclaim at the same time. Really, I think these past five years they've gotten closer than necessary, they're way too in sync, and it's slightly annoying.

"She's gotta wait for Joe and Rachel." Zach answers for me. I shoot him a grateful look, because I don't feel like explaining again.

"Oh, that's right." Bex sighs.

"And we're here." Joe says, walking into the kitchen with Mom right behind him.

"Great, open it." Zach says, sounding completely bored with the whole matter. So I do. Read it I mean.

Ms. Morgan, once again, congratulations. I'm glad you were able to succeed. And since you were able to succeed, I'll tell you the answer. Here it is. I am sending an agent of mine to drop off some very important documents regarding Ms. Sutton. The agent will be taking them to the Edge building, floor 12, 5th window from the right. There is a hotel next to it, and that's where you will get the best view, or at least that's my opinion, because there are still rules. You are only allowed to observe, you may not interfere with the transaction in any way. Only observe. And you may take anyone with you, Ms. Morgan. I hope you enjoy your day off.

-7

"Anyone?" Macey asks.

Before I can say anything, Bex beats me to it. "No, yesterday, when we got the target, he specifically said that for today, it had to be Zach. Sorry."

Macey shrugs. "It's okay. I really don't mind." I catch a glimpse of her giving Bex an evil wink, but it slips my mind to ask about it as the day drags on.

"You ready?" Zach asks me as we stand in front of the towering building. No, I'm not ready at all. I mean, what if something bad happens during the exchange? 7 said we couldn't interfere at all, so that means we'd just be standing there, like fools, watching as some crime goes on. But then I think about it. If something does go on, we can catch them afterwards, after all, 7 did say we couldn't interfere during the exchange, nothing about after.

I sight heavily then give a curt nod. "Yea, I'm ready." And in we go. Once we're in the room we're supposed to be in, we set up right away, with cameras and everything positioned towards the building across from ours. That room is big, like a conference room, and it's pretty bland. Just a big table with a bunch of chairs. Our room is blue with white and it's a suite. We're set up in the living room for right now.

"Well, everything's ready, we've just gotta wait for them to get here." Zach says as he plops down on a seat. I sit on the seat across from him, and wait.

And wait.

Wait some more.

Okay, this is getting tiring. I'm bored. I sigh. "So, how have you been?"

"Cammie. Please. Don't start."

"What? I'm just trying to make conversation, Zach. No big deal."

"Yea, you'll start off with 'How's the weather' and you'll slowly move into us. So, thanks, but no thanks."

"Seriously? I haven't even thought about us in, like, forever." As soon as I say that, I immediately regret it. I want to say something, but the atmosphere has turned so cold. I bite my lip and sneak a peek at him, and he looks torn between saying something back and trying to figure out what I meant by that comment. He decides to not say anything apparently, because 5 minutes and 37 seconds later, we're still quiet, so I decide to say something. "Zach, I didn't mean it like that-"

"Please, just, don't. Just don't say anything."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. In all honesty-"

"Cammie, please, I don't want to hear it!" He gives me a look that's meant for me to shut up, but I can't stop. I have to tell him the truth, or at least part of the truth.

"In all honesty," I start again. "There hasn't been a moment in these past 5 years where I don't think about you! Really, I thought about you a lot, more than I cared for, really. I know you were probably so mad after I left that you didn't give me a second thought, but I want you to know that I'm really sorry for leaving, I really am."

"Cammie, just shut up." He looks like he want to say something, but stops himself. I keep talking, partly in hopes that he'll just say what he wants to say. And he finally does. "Cammie! Shut the hell up! Just stop! I don't want to feel anything towards you but anger, but you keep pushing, trying to make me understand something that happened years ago! I'm trying to forget, Cammie! Trying being the key word! Trying because every time I sleep, I dream of you! Trying because every time I breathe, I think of you! Trying because every time I smell your shampoo, I look around the room for you! Trying, Cammie, because even when I'm wide-awake, I can still feel your lips. Trying, Cammie, because no matter how hard I try, I know that I will never be able to forget you." He lifts his hand and wipes away the tear that managed to escape. I sniff.

"Why? If you hate me so much, why haven't you forgotten about me?" I finally ask. I'm afraid of what his answer will be, but I'm just so curious.

"Why?" He pauses, as if assessing the question I just asked. He finally looks back at me, and takes one more step, closing the space between us significantly. "Because I love you. Was that not clear?" I'm about to open my mouth, to answer him, but then a loud noise comes from the microphone that's picking up sounds from the room that we're supposed to be watching. We both race to the window, then look over at the monitor screen, to see what's going on. "Shit." He whispers as he sees what I see. The table and chairs are all overturned and we can see bullet holes through the table. The door is opened, and there are no more people in the room. It's empty. "Shit." He says again, this time a little louder. Shit is right.

"So why didn't you two notice what happened right away?" Joe asks us as we sit in the kitchen. Mom is helping Macey and Bex look over what we got, and Joe is interrogating us.

We look at each other, and Zach answers quickly. "We were otherwise preoccupied. Sorry."

"Preoccupied with what?" Zach and I look at each other again, and when we look back at Joe, his earlier expression of calmness has been replaced by a look of barely contained fury. "What. Happened."

Zach gets a slightly frightened look on his face, and that's when Mom decides to step in. "Joe, calm down, okay? Everything's fine. We have the footage right here, there's nothing to be upset about. Nothing was missed."

"That's not why I'm upset." He says quietly to her. Bex and Macey start to giggle (Yes! Actual giggleage!) and that's when Mom gets a look of realization on her face. She turns calmly to Zach and says, "Zachary, did anything happen that you would like to clarify to us, Cammie's parents?" And that's when I realize what they're thinking. Apparently, that's also when Zach realizes it.

"Oh!" He shoots up out of his chair. "No! Nothing happened! We were just.."

"Talking!" I continue where he left off. "Really, we were just talking, that's all! Nothing else!"

"Right…" Macey and Bex say quietly.

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Simply,

Sam.