"Cameron Ann Morgan, you are in so much trouble!"

Surprisingly that didn't come from Abby or my mother (who seems to show up whenever I get in serious trouble), it came from Macey. "What were you thinking," she demanded.

I sat on the couch of the jet, ignoring her.

The adrenaline I had going while chasing Catherine was gone now, in its place was disappointment. Zach sat across from me, his face unreadable. He hadn't talked to me since we left the mall.

"Cam no! You promised," replayed in my head over and over again.

I did promise and I broke it. I deserved his silent treatment, ever second of it was reminding me just how dangerous that situation could have been.

"Macey's right Cam, you could have gotten seriously hurt!" Bex frowned.

"You guys don't get it do you!"

I jumped up, my eyes flashing from person to person.

"I was feet away from getting Catherine! I could have stopped all this mess before it went too far! My life is in danger! Not yours! When your boyfriend's or girlfriend's mom decides she's going to try to kill you with every change she'll get, then come talk to me! Until then, don't try to process and understand the way I do stuff! When you get kidnapped and tortures and you wake up without any memory whatsoever; that's when you can judge me on the way my mind works! Until then, don't yell at me and tell me how stupid something I did was because I. Don't. Care!"

I collapsed onto the couch; breathing wildly.

No one said anything.

I had proved my point.

They didn't know.

They never would.

Twenty minutes later, there was a slight bump and Abby walked into the room; stone faced.

"We're back."

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"Cammie," my mom didn't even know what to say.

I was tired.

I hadn't eaten or slept in a day and I really had to use the restroom, but all that went away as I looked at my mother's worried face.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"You attacked your aunt and continued to run after Catherine?" "I didn't know who grabbed me mom! I just…went on instinct." "If Zach had grabbed you would you have fought against him?"

"Yes," I knew immediately I would have.

If Abby had full strength in her arm, I wouldn't had been able to get away as easy as I did.

But she didn't and I had. My mom shook her head.

"Cameron," I flinched, "I don't know what to do with you anymore."

I stood up, my anger from earlier returning.

"Lock me up! Put me in a juvenile detention facility! Anything but call me crazy and doubting my intentions! I know what I was doing mom…trust me."

I knew full well I was asking for a lot. I was asking for her trust to let me leave the walls of Gallagher. I was asking for her trust to leave the walls of Gallagher. I was asking for her trust to leave the state of Virginia. I was asking for her to trust me to do what I do best: run.

"Okay," she said quietly, "no more crazy chases inside busy malls anymore."

She pulled me into a tight hug and whispered "Promise me you won't try and get yourself killed? I don't want you coming home in a doggy bag."

There was a smile on her face but it was forced.

I laid my head on her shoulder and breathed in my mother's scent. It was comforting and made me want to cry. With my eyes burning with tears I smirked and said "I flirt with danger."

"That is one unhealthy relationship! What does Zach think?"

She was playing but it reminded me of something I had to do.

"I don't know, let me go ask him."

[{Ten Minutes Later}]

I found Zach on the balcony he showed me before. He was standing up right, hands gripping the railing tightly. He left the balcony doors wide open, almost like he knew I was coming.

"Why did you do it?"

I winced. I wasn't expecting him to talk. I hadn't gathered the thoughts in my heat yet.

"I don't know."

He spun around.

Expecting anger, I was startled by the look of hurt contorting his perfect face.

"You had a reason."

I stared past him, not daring to look into his eyes. "I wanted to get her…and end it for good this time. I want to catch her and make her feel the pain I was felt. I just…," I choked on the last words.

"You promised Cam. You promised you wouldn't run off. We never break promises."

Slowly they fell.

The thick, rain drop sized tears sprinkled the balcony floor in tiny sections.

"Cammie," instantly Zach's arms were around me, holding me to him. I cried silently into his shirts, dry noiseless sobs wracked my body. "Shh, Cammie baby please don't cry sweetie," he murmured into my ear.

"I am officially the worst girlfriend ever," I choked. "No Cam, you're not a bad girlfriend at all. You just have those moments when you tune everyone out and put your life in danger."

I laughed weakly.

"You can't break your promises Cam. No matter how tempting an opportunity is…don't ever break them." "Spies who make promises don't come back home," I said softly, burying my head in his chest. "Spies who make promises try their hardest to stay safe and come back home," he countered.

I looked up into his eyes and felt my knees start to give way.

They could make me do anything he wanted me do.

"Be the spy that tries to come home Cam," he whispered and pressed his lips to my forehead, "you have a boyfriend here who couldn't go on without you."

A soft giggle escaped my lips and he got a bemused look on his face.

"Is that amusing to you?"

"No, I just remembered a question I was going to ask you."

"And what would that be?"

I paused for a minute and smiled.

"How do you like me flirting with danger?"

He frowned.

"It makes me very jealous. You spend all your extra time with danger when you could be spending it with me."

As we kissed, happiness shot through me like fireworks, but there was a nagging feeling in the back on my mind. I pulled away from him which earned me an exasperated look.

"I wish you would let me kiss you fully," Zach groaned.

"Catherine and Tina got away," I said, ignoring him, "where are they going now?"

"Well as you left the building, Grant and Bex were able to plant trackers on them. Jonas and Liz have been tracking their exact location for a couple of hours now." I smiled.

"I love you guys. You're so smart!"

He chuckled, a deep rumbling ran through his chest.

"Spies," he whispered and kissed me softly, "spy," he pointed at himself.

"You're my spy Z," I mumbled, kissing his jaw and then his cheek. "My spy only." I squeezed his waist gently and smirked.

"Yes ma'am. By the way, you look amazing hot with my smirk," he whispered.

We kissed again, intensity growing between us.

"I will always be yours as long as you want me."

"So for always then?"

This time we didn't interrupt our kissing with words.

We just kissed and kissed and kissed.