Well I'm taking this story out of hiatus, I just couldn't stand not finishing it! I know I said I was done, but I really do love the story and it's so much fun to write! I hope everyone isn't too mad at me... Now this doesn't mean my updating schedule will be what I want it to be, but I'm really going to try. Thanks if you're going to give me a second chance! Here's Chapter 19!

P.S. All those people who yelled at me to keep going, I owe you. Big. Time.

Chapter Nineteen

Staring at the man who framed the doorway I heard Zach take the safety off of his gun behind me.'[

"How do we know you're not lying?" Zach asked.

The man who claimed to be Ryan Solomon raised his hands. "Because I'm not."

Something inside me made me believe him. I turned to Zach. "Put the gun down. I believe him." The man nodded his thanks to me.

"Mind if I come in?" The man took a few steps forward and I closed the door behind him.

Zach tossed his gun on the bed but warily studied Joe Solomon's son. By looking at him you could see the resemblance in the man's handsome features. But his eyes were different; a deep blue that seemed familiar though I couldn't quite place it. His build was similar to Zach's though his shoulders weren't as broad. His hair was short, almost military length. His face was handsome, but held a look of intelligence to it. The guy was everything you would expect from Joe Solomon's son.

Ryan cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable in Zach's and my gaze. His eyes shifted to me and the fact that I was still in my t-shirt and pants that I had slept in was made acutely aware to me.

Thankfully Zach spoke, "Why are you here Ryan?"

Ryan turned to give his attention to Zach. "Because of Bex. And I heard about what went down last night. We are all playing the same game and I think you need me, so last night doesn't happen again." He turned to me. "Bex told me about you Cammie." A small smile formed on his lips. "She told me that you knew my father, and she made me feel like I could trust you." His eyes held a look of desperation. I glanced at Zach for a second, then back to Ryan.

"Okay, I think you at least deserve to be heard out. Can we meet somewhere later today? I'm not exactly dressed to go out." I pointedly glanced down at my ensemble.

Ryan nodded. "There's a pub called O'Malley's. We'll meet there around 1100?" He outstretched a hand to Zach and Zach shook it firmly.

"We'll see you there." I walked him back to the door. Ryan nodded to me and slipped back into the hallway. I bolted the door behind him and turned to stare at Zach. He was pacing the room.

"So, looks like we aren't going to have to track Ryan Solomon down." I said, breaking the silence.

Zach sat down on one of the beds. I pulled a chair to face him and sat down too. "I think we can trust him."

"Do you Cammie?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I don't believe Ryan could make the mistake his father did and honestly we don't have a choice."

Zach nodded. "You're right Gallagher Girl. I just don't want either of us to get hurt."

I smiled. "We won't Zach. And I trust you, but you've got to trust me here." I looked into his deep green eyes.

"I do Cammie," he responded. Then a strange look crossed his face and he looked down at his palms. "There's something you need to know Cam. When I talked to headquarters they said," he paused, "they said we only have three weeks. If we don't get Bex in three weeks, they're pulling the mission and forcing us to come home."

"Seriously? We've been here just a few days and they're giving us a deadline?"

"I'm sorry. At least we have time. You know sometimes the CIA doesn't do rescue missions."

I didn't agree. I stood up and grabbed clothes. "I'm showering so we can go and DO something." With that, I went into the bathroom. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm my frustration. I stared at my reflection; it was the same face I had seen a million times.

After my shower I walked out to find Zach circling something. He looked at me, "Come look at this."

I made my way to him and found a local map, like one that tourists use, set out on the desk. An address was circled in red pen.

"I found the address in the email." Zach said a hint of pride in his voice.

Zach tossed me the keys, "You drive." I knew his arm was bothering him, but he wasn't going to admit it.

The drive through the city was silent. IT was an overcast day and the roads were relatively quiet. I wove around Dublin, trying to appear to not have a particular destination just in case anybody was tailing us. Finally I turned onto the road where the address was located.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't a glamorous apartment complex. The building rose at least twelve stories tall and had ornate detailing to the exterior. It was probably the home to some of Dublin's finest.

"Why would they keep Bex here?" I asked the obvious. "I mean how did they get her in there without raising suspicion? Bex was in pretty bad shape, you don't think anybody would notice her in that complex?" I questioned.

Zach shrugged. "The Circle has plenty of power. They could have paid off people, or maybe the entire building is Circle of Cavan." I cringed at that thought.

"But it's not like we can go marching in with her picture and ask if they've seen her. That's asking to get caught." Zach reasoned.

We were parked across from the building and I pulled out my camera to snap picture of the building. Zach glanced at his watch.

"It's almost time to meet your friend Ryan." I heard the edge in Zach's voice and turned to look at him.

"You don't trust him, do you?" I asked.

Zach shrugged. "I don't trust most people." I rolled my eyes at his comment.

"Yes, but please believe me when I tell you I think he can help. Please, Zach."

"I guess we'll see what he has to say," was Zach's response.

I sighed and pulled the car back out onto the street.

O'Malley's Pub definitely wasn't home to Dublin's finest. It was a small, dingy building from the outside and it instantly reminded me of a bar outside of London Bex had once taken me to. Let's just say I didn't have fond memories.

As we got out of the car I looked at Zach. "Seems like your kind of place." I half-joked.

Zach cocked his head. "Hardly, Gallagher Girl," he smirked, "I like a place with a little less appeal."

The interior of the building closely resembled the outside. The room was dark except for a few low lights that hung above the bar and booths. A few TVs hung in the corners. It looked the part of an old Irish pub. The place was only partially full, and I easily spotted Ryan in a booth near the back.

I made my way toward Ryan and we locked eyes. He held my gaze, his deep blue eyes never wavering.

"I'm glad you guys chose to come." Ryan said in his British accent. Something mentally clicked when he spoke.

"Who is your mother, Ryan?" I asked on a whim.

Ryan looked relatively surprised, "Mary Townsend," he replied. A look of question was in his eyes.

I inhaled sharply and looked at Zach, who looked mildly amused.

"Townsend. As in the sister to Edward Townsend?" I asked. Ryan nodded.

"You're Townsend's nephew?" Zach raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"Yes, Uncle Edward practically raised me." Ryan explained. "Do you guys know him?"

I smiled, "You could say that."

Zach mumbled something and smiled to himself.

I decided to go straight to business. "Okay Ryan, how did you become a part of this mess?"

Ryan explained how he had gotten in touch with Bex and how the two of them had worked to catch Jason Snider. I could tell he was editing what he told us about the relationship between him and Bex.

"We were getting really close, and then she disappeared. I don't know what happened." Ryan finished, "I've been trying to find her and then you guys came, and I think we would both benefit by teaming up."

"Wait," Zach held up his hand, "How long have you known we were in town?"

"For several days, I kept tracked you guys down when you were staying at your first hotel and the it took me a while to find you again once you moved."

"So why did you wait until now to make contact?" I questioned.

Ryan shrugged and sipped the water in front of him. "I wanted to make sure you guys were serious, not just some operatives who were going to make a half-assed effort."

"But if Bex told you that you could trust me, why were you doubtful?"

Ryan leaned back, "I've learned that in this business you have to do the research yourself before coming to any conclusions, Ms. Morgan."

Right then I swore those words could have come from Joe Solomon's mouth.

"So," Zach spoke, "what exactly do you plan for us to do now?"

"Well they've obviously moved Bex; rumor is she's at some sort of hotel or apartment complex."

Zach nodded, "We believe we know which one."

Ryan raised his eyebrows. "Well then I believe we start surveilling, and our first step is to get eyes on the inside."

"That boys, is where I come in."

Okay, so how was it? I feel so out of practice, it's been a while...

What do you think about the Solomon/Townsend gene pool? Hehe I like Townsend in a love/hate way, so I had to put him in the story.

Criticism and comments are definitely welcomed! Thank you for reading!