A/N Hey everyone. I am very sorry that I haven't updated in so long so please let the mystery of this chapter make it up to you. Enjoy and don't forget to review.

We scale the fence. Now I know what you're thinking, wow, why'd they do that? In answer, huge mansions equal lots of security which equals cameras which equals traceable… not that the people who live here would have anybody stupid enough to mess with them. Me on the other hand, well lets just say the Circle isn't known for being afraid of dangerous and possibly perilous situations. So we scale the fence. We drop down onto a part of the yard that I know for a fact is in a security blind-spot and find ourselves staring at a huge mansion that is about 250 years old, complete with turrets and stain glass. You know those castles in the fairy tales you used to beg to be read to you at bedtime? Well picture one of those on a slightly smaller scale and you pretty much have the mansion we're staring at. No, I'm not exaggerating.

Zach gapes at me. "Your friends live here?"

"No," I grin at him over my shoulder as I walk towards the house, being carful to keep in the blind-spots. "They just run meth through this place."

"Meth? The people we are going to for help deal meth?"

"Technically they also deal cocaine, but yeah."

"You are crazy Cam. Absolutely crazy. We are hiding from the Circle in a house full of drug dealers? Cammie, why would we be able to trust drug dealers?"

"Because they have saved my life twice, because they are nice people, good people-well other then the drug dealing part-and because they can get us guns and give us a safe place to stay for a while. A safe place where the CIA and Circle won't be able to find us and more importantly, Rebecca Baxter won't be able to find us."

He cracks a smile. "Bex is scarier then the CIA and the Circle?"

"Hell yes," I say in my best British accent. "Hurry up," I add as an after thought.

"Sir, yes sir," he says with a mock solute.

I laugh then lead him to an old tunnel entrance that had once been part of the under ground railroad. It was in fact a complete accident that I knew about it or, quite frankly, this place. I had been running from the Circle in the dark and had scaled the fence without thinking about it. I'd tripped over the trap door which had been left open when the last shipment of Meth had been smuggled through there. It was only luck that had me close the door before the Circle caught up to me. I will admit that it wasn't luck that kept the surprised people at the and of the tunnel from shooting me. That was more brute force and a few illegal moves that I had picked up on my travels. I may or may not have shot a couple of them as well. When we reach the trap door, I bend over and press down on a small rock at the base of a nearby tree . You wouldn't notice the rock if you weren't looking for it. The door swings open and I step down onto the first step of the stairs it reveals. Zach follows, closing the door behind him, and within minutes we are in the master bedroom of the mansion.

Nobody is in there and so I take Zach's hand and lead him down the hallway towards the kitchen where I know whoever is doing the runs this month will be. Zach and I don't talk as we move down the hall and into the kitchen. When we are almost there, I see a sandy blonde head. I drop Zach's hand and break into a run. He must here my footsteps because he turns around and his face breaks into a grin. He opens his arms and I run straight into them without hesitation. He picks me up and spins me around.

"Cammie!" He says with his arms still wrapped around me.

"James," I shriek.

Zach clears his throat. "Uh… hi."

James sets me down on the floor but doesn't let go of me. "Hi," he says with a grin still plastered on his face, "I'm James, you must be Zach."

"Yeah, I am. How'd you know that?" Zach asks with a frown.

"I told him a lot about you while he was busy keeping me alive over the summer," I inform him, deciding to break the tension.

"Okay then," Zach sticks out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you. Thanks for keeping Cammie alive."

"My pleasure, anything for Cam. She saved me as well. She saved me before I saved her."

Zach nods and I pull away from James and take Zach's hand. "James, can we stay here for a few days?"

"Let me guess, an international terrorist group is after you again?"

"No, we're after them, but they'll have tabs on me and I'd really prefer to be able to plan without having to keep looking over my shoulder and without having to watch anyone die."

James barks out a laugh. "Of course you can stay here. Your room is empty and I'm pretty sure nobody has been in there since you left so whatever you left in there should still be there."

"Thanks," I tell him. "If you don't mind, we're going to get some sleep. I haven't had any in almost two days and Zach has got only about an hour more then me."

"Go ahead, will Zach need a separate room?"

I look at Zach, he smirks down at me. "We're good. Zach keeps the nightmares away."

"Cam, tomorrow you'll tell me what happened, right? You know after…"

My smile slips off my face. "Of course. I'll tell you everything." As Zach and I get changed for bed he throws me a questioning glance. "Not now," I tell him. "Not tonight."

"Alright Gallagher Girl, but you'll have to tell me at some point."

I climb into bed then roll onto my side so that I'm facing him. I wait until he slips under the sheets beside me then wrap my arms around him. "I know, I just don't like to think about it much. James is a good guy, he saved me. He payed his price though, everybody that helped me payed their price. I didn't even know he was alive until tonight." I press my cheek against his chest. "I'll explain everything in the morning. I promise." The last thing I remember before falling asleep was a kiss that went on forever.