A/N: So chapters (if you hadn't noticed) are starting to progressively get longer. That's because A] I get inspired more easily now-a-days and B] there's more information to be packed in in these chapters. Who knows how long they'll be on average, but I try to make them long without dragging. Here's Chapter 5!

Cam was bouncing with nerves. After a moment "Sarah" sighed, "Gimme!" she said motioning for the baby. Cammie handed him over with a skeptical expression. Then "Sarah" explained, "I'm gonna go and hide with the runt, and when you're ready you can say a friend brought usand: boom. Problem solved you meet your mom again and don't have to dump it all on her at once."

Cam sighed and gave her a grateful look. Then she sat down next to Macey on the couch, while Bex went to sit on the stool. Liz, however- started pacing… and thinking...out loud. "But what if they ask who she is? We don't know. And Cammie won't tell which will make Solomon mad you knowthat. He taught never to trust people, and OH!" she turned to Cam wide eyed, "Your mom will be so upset that she missed you having Matthew Cam!"

Cam shrugged and sighed, "Yeah, but I'm safe and that will be what's most important to her. Plus we've gotten past worst… We'll be okay."

Macey nodded solemnly, "I'm just worried about what Joe will do to Zach."

Cammie gasped, "I never thought about that! I mean I figured they'd all three be mad at mefor going on the mission pregnant, but I never thought they'd get upset with Zach. Joe's gonna kill him!"

"If your mum doesn't first…" Bex trailed off casually. Cam groaned and let her head drop back on the couch.

Then the knock came.

"Coming!" called Liz in a nervous, high-pitched voice the ran towards the door and tripped, "Oopsy daisy!"

Macey silently shook her head and got up to open the door while Liz got up and dusted herself off.

In came the voice of Rachel Morgan, "You girls ready?"

"Actually…" Macey began, "There's been a change in plans."

"What are you talking about miss McHen-" Joe stopped short at the sight of his step-daughter on the couch.

Rachel and Cam stared at each other, Cammie slowly rising, then the tension snapped as the two women ran to the other- both in tears. Finally Rachel let go of her daughter, and stepped back, "What happened? Who had you? Who saved you? How did you get back? Are you alright? Physically? Mentally?"

"MOM!" Cam yelled stopping her mother's babbling, "I'm fine. I met a… a friend so-to-speak, and she helped me with a bunch of stuff."

"Miss Morgan," Solomon began with a cough, "Do you know who this girl works for she may not be an ally. I thought if I taught you anything it was that. Who is she?"

"I can't tell you yet we have to wait until we can get grant, Jonas, Zach, Abby, and Townsend here."

"Why?"

"That's what I asked, I did not get a nice answer." Bex commented

"Sorry. She's a little intense sometimes."

"Intense?!" asked Liz incredulously, "She wasn't intense she was quite calm and very rude."

"I heard that!", called "Sarah" from the other room.

"She's just defensive." Cammie said brushing it off and sitting back on the couch, Joe and Rachel sitting next to each other on the opposite end, "She's been on her own from a young age; she doesn't really trust anyone ya know? So she does jobs that pay well and agree with her…. Values? I guess that's the right word. Besides no one hired her to save me… she did that of her own conscience. She and I are in a similar boat."

"You mean she's a…?" Macey trailed off.

"Oh no! I meant with the people who had me. She's in a similar boat with THEM."

"What other boat would they 'be in' Miss McHenry?" asked Joe slowly.

"Um, I'm not sure is Cam…. well see it's her secret and… well she didn't want to dump everything…" stuttered Liz.

"Well," her mother said, "no time like the present; out with it Cameron."

"Um, it's a little hard to explain mom… you see it's one of the complications that kept me away so long…"

"I see…" Rachel murmured a curious tone in her voice.

"And well, see my friend… well she's in her 'sarah' disguise right now so that's what we're calling her. Anyway 'Sarah' had to drive us for most of the way because well…" She was saved from her babbling by "Sarah" who waltzed in saying, "Because this little guy literally cannot go more than ten minutes without his mother… totally spoiled." she set Matthew into Cammie's arms and sat on the arm.

Rachel stared at the small baby then at her daughter, who gave her a sheepish and hopeful expression, then back at the baby.

"Would you like to hold him mom?" asked Cam softly as she turned to fully face her mother. Silently -still stunned- she slowly nodded reaching for the baby in an agonizingly slow manner. Cammie placed little Matthew into Rachel's arms and waited nervously for a response…

After what seemed like forever in that small apartment, Rachel finally spoke. All she said was, "How old?"

"Six months, but he was born three months early so he's a little small. That's why I couldn't come home as quickly as I wanted to."

"That means you were… when we left?"

"Yeah mom. I was."

"Miss Morgan," Solomon began gravely, "when did you find out?"

Cam winced, she knew what was coming so with a small voice she slowly replied, "the morning… of… the day that...we...leftforthemission."

"Speak up sweetheart I couldn't hear you," said a Rachel confused. Cammie took a deep breath and said as calmly and slowly as she could, "The morning of the day that we left for the mission…"

"So you knewand still went on a mission!?" shouted Joe rising in anger, "You told us you were fine. I asked you, Abby asked you, Zach asked y-" he stopped as a realization hit him and sat down, "You didn't tell him…"

Cameron looked at the floor as she shook her head infinitesimally, "No, like Abby said you guys needed me and it should have been a simple cut and paste mission but…"

"But what Cameron?" Rachel demanded.

"She didn't know- none of you knew- that there was a group that got word of your mission and that one of their big targets," "Sarah" stopped to point at Cam, "would be there, and they weren't gonna pass up that opportunity, and that group would have been in touch with you in a couple weeks except-" she gave them a look akin to that of a cat that ate the canary, "they weren't expecting someone be able to sneak in and help her escape after four days. Pretty proud of myself for that one: quickest one manned rescue mission ever."

"Seriously though." began macey as she looked at "Sarah" with a strange expression, "Who areyou?"

"I told we will wait until everyone is here. How long we wait will be up to you guys. I'm actually surprised you didn't send out the 911 when you saw her on the couch."

"Oh! Why didn't we think of that? I always think of these things, why didn't Ithink of that?"

"Because Lizzie, you were happy to see your long lost friend, and then the mystery of my identity was too much temptation for you big brain- you decided to try and figure it out, and possibly how I was able to hack your system. I must say, though, it's quite possibly the most complicated system I've had the pleasure of hacking. Kudos."

"Only my friends call me Lizzie."

"Sorry, but C only ever refers to you guys as your nicknames to me. That's all I really know you by."

"C? Who is that?" asked Bex accusingly.

"Cam? Cammie? Cameron? Starts with a C? It's what I call her, and she has something she calls me, but she can't until I'm ready to tell you who I am."

"And why does everyone need to be here for that?" Macey scoffed.

"Because who I am has to do with Cam and why she was targeted and why another person in your group is being targeted, plus I reallyonly want to have to explain once. Didn't I already explain that?"

"Not in a way that was nice!" cried Liz.

"Why does your identity have anything to do with Cam being taken? Are you one of them!?" accused Bex.

"No she's not. If you guys can text the others and wait until we get here everything can be revealed."

"Or I can interrogate her now. No one's as good as detecting or telling lies than I am as you know Miss Morgan."

"Trust me. You haven't met 'Sarah' Joe. She's unbelievable… or should I say believable?" she said laughing alongside "Sarah".

"Sarah" walked up to be face-to-face with Mr. Solomon and said, "Try me." she folded her arms across her chest as both stubborn operatives tried to stare the other down. "Go ahead," she challenged, "ask me who I am four times or more: if you can tell me which one's right I will tell you the whole story now and when everyone gets here."

"Alright. Who are you?"

"Matthew Morgan's illegitimate daughter with a random woman during his mission in france seventeen years ago."

Joe scoffed, "Who are you?"

"I am your daughter by a woman you met fourteen years ago and never contacted again because you were convinced she was a honeypot, but in reality she was just a pretty girl looking for fun."

Joe looked surprised at the story, "Who are you?"

"I'm the little sister of Zachary Goode, who thinks I'm dead because eight years ago I had to fake my death for my own safety."

Joe looked skeptical, "Who are you?"

"I am Ioseph Cavan's great-great-great-grandniece and am under threat by the current circle of Cavan that is resurfacing."

"Mhm, who are you really?"

"Abigail Cameron's daughter she gave up for adoption years ago because she didn't want to give up her lifestyle of being an operative, but also didn't want to endanger a baby."

"Really?"

"You mean you couldn't tell which one was the truth?"

Cammie sat back watching- and silently chuckling- watching her former teacher and step-father scratch his head in disbelief. Joe looked at the girl, "How old are you?"

"Thirty-three."

"Well then you couldn't be Abby's daughter."

"Well I was lyingabout being thirty-three. I couldn't very well be ANY of those things at thirty-three now could I?"

Joe sat back stumped. Cammie laughed, "Throw him a bone and tell him your real age."

"I think that'll wound him more than help him feel better C, but alright. I'm fifteen."

"WHAT!?" yelled all of the people in the apartment.

"Yeah, I'm young I know. But I've made a verygood living."

"Doing what?" asked Macey incredulously, "Selling cookies?"

"I'm a freelance operative with my own moral code that will work for any country that hires me for work as long as the mission is within my own guidelines. A lot of countries like being able to hire someone who they don't have to make follow the rules. And since I sign a NDA stating that if I'm caught I claim that I did it without provocation from any country or other party at all. I don't have to adhere to any of the conventional rules that… well shall-we-say 'corporate' operative are chained by. I'm free to use and defensive or offensive moves I choose and no place is off limits to me by treaties of war since I am -essentially- a ghost. I am not a citizen of any country. According to the world I don't exist."

"How in the world can that be?"

"Easy, any of those answers could lead to there not being a birth certificate or in the one case lead to there being a death certificate." she finished thoughtfully.

"Well this has been fun," interjected Bex, "but after your little suggestion I went ahead and sent out the text that Cam was back and the rest of them should be here any moment.

Then there was a knock on the door….

A/N: Well, I'm really glad you guys are liking it so far. I hope this one's not too complicated. To me it's not- but then again I know all of the secrets- so bear with me if you please everything will be revealed in good time. And next chapter JUST MIGHT be the one where I reveal who "Sarah" is.