A/N Hey everyone. I hope you like this chapter. For all you Zammie fans out there, this is your chapter. I know I don't focus on the Zammie as much as I could so before I draw this story to a close I thought I should give you a chapter devoted to you. Enjoy and please review because it really motivates me to write.

It is 1:00am when somebody shakes me awake. Before my eyes are fully open they are pinned to the wall with my knee at their groin and my forearm presses against there windpipe. Zach is still sleeping as soundly as only a guy could and I am pinning a very terrified James against the wall. I let go of him so abruptly he stumbles forward without my weight to keep him up. I put my arm out to keep him from falling. When he regains his balance he looks at me with surprise. "Well that's new." He says.

I glance at a still sleeping Zach then back at James. "What the hell are you doing waking me up at one in the morning?" All I want to do is climb back into bed and curl up in the fold of Zach's body.

"Michael has a knife wound." He answers without shame.

I sigh. I had stayed here for about two weeks over the summer and while I had, I'd become their unofficial medic. I'd done everything from stitching knife wounds to cleaning and wrapping bullet wounds to setting bones and kissing booboo's better. Now that I was back, I shouldn't be surprised to be summoned in the middle of the night to heal a drug dealer with some wound inflicted by angry customers or gang members who have a score to settle. "Alright, just give me a minute." I say. I know Zach will freak out if he wakes up and I'm gone so I go and wake him up. He twists my arm to an impossible angle but lets go when he realizes it was only me. I rub my wrist.

"Cam, what are you doing awake." He groans. "Please don't tell me my mother is waiting outside with a gun and a grudge."

I laugh and cross the room to his back pack. "No, and here," I toss him some clothes. "I need to go stich a knife wound and if you're coming your going to have to wear more than boxers."

"Of course I'm coming Gallagher Girl, I can't wait to see you stich a wound. According to Bex, you're squeamish around blood."

"Okay, I am not squeamish around blood. The only time I was the least bit squeamish around blood was when Liz cut her arm for an experiment where she needed blood and her hand slipped and she cut through a couple veins and she lost so much blood it pooled at her feet and ruined her shoes, which she had borrowed from me. After the summer I had I'd be dead if I was the least bit squeamish around blood. "I add darkly.

Zach who has finish getting dressed put his arms around me. "After the summer you had I'm just glad you're not dead." He tries to kiss me but I twist out of his arms and grab a sweater. I smirk at him and he grins. "Don't use my smirk against me Gallagher Girl, I own that smirk."

I laugh and turn to James who is standing by the door. "Lead the way."

Michael is in the dining room on the table. He is conscious and responsive and is talking with some of the other guys who all simultaneously gasp when they see me.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not dead, you all missed me. Right know I have to help another one of you who got stabbed on a drug run."

Michael looks at me. "Actually Cam, I fell on my knife."

I groan. "Great." Zach and the rest of the guys laugh at my irritation and so I do my best to ignore them as I start cleaning out Michael's wound with the medical alcohol somebody had put on the table. When I'm done I pick up a needle and thread that have also been left on the table and start sewing. To his credit, Michael doesn't make a sound and doesn't move once the whole time. Once I've wrapped the wound, I glare at the group of men surrounding me. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed now. In the morning, you can all explain how you've survived without me and," I look pointedly at Michael," how you managed to fall on your knife." As I pass Zach he grabs my hand and, together, we walk back to our room and climb into bed.

When I wake up in the morning, Zach is gone. I am very close to losing it when my hand brushes a note on his pillow.

Hey Cam,

Don't freak out or anything. I'm in the kitchen. Sorry I didn't wake you up, you looked so peaceful sleeping. Come on down and get some breakfast once you're ready.

Love you,

Zach.

I smile. He is so sweet. Also, I smell bacon which means he is making me breakfast. I roll out of bed, throw my hair into a pony tail and walk to the kitchen. Zach is standing at the grill making enough bacon and eggs to feed an army and the guys that are staying here right now are sitting at the same table where I stitched up Michael earlier this morning. I lean against the door frame and watch them all until Zach looks up and notices me standing there.

"Morning Gallagher Girl. How'd you sleep?" He asks.

"Not one nightmare, the only interruption I got was when I was summoned for some first aid." I look pointedly at the guys clustered around the table.

"Cheer up Cam, Zach made you breakfast." James says with a huge grin.

"And it wasn't my fault that I fell on my knife," Michael pipes up, "Kyle pushed me and it slipped out of my pocket."

I turn to glare at Kyle who is an extremely tattooed French guy with an Irish accent because he lived there for ten years. "You are the reason I was woken up a one in the morning for reasons completely unrelated to terrorism?"

He shrugs. "Guilty, also have I mentioned how nice you look this fine morning or how much we all missed you?"

I smile. "Forgiven, and I missed you guys too."

Zach looks at me. "You better sit down, the bacon is almost done and the eggs will be done in a minute."

I give him a kiss on my way to the table. "You're a good boyfriend."

He smirks as he sets the cooked food down at the center of the table. "I know."

I take a bite of bacon as he sits down beside me. "Scratch that, you're a great boyfriend."

His smirk widens, "I know that too."

"You're also a cocky boyfriend."

Zach doesn't even get a chance to reply before every guy around the table looks up and chorus's, "got that right."

I grin. "I really, really missed you guys."

After breakfast, Zach and I go back to our room. Zach has already showered and gotten dressed but I still need to do both. I throw a pad of paper and a pen at Zach, who is lying on the bed and tell him to write down everything he knows about the Circle and how it operates, then I walk into our ensuite. After stripping of my pajamas, I get into the shower, which still houses my razor, shampoo and conditioner from the summer. When I'm done, I grab a towel from a pile of them in the corner and dry myself off then wrap it around me. I walk out into our bedroom and grab some workout gear because I can't find anything else in the drawer of stuff I'd left here when I made my hasty exit in the summer, and the clothes in my pack are dirty. Without thinking, I drop the towel and walk over to my pack to get some underwear. I put it on and turn around to find Zach staring at me.

"What?" I say defensively, very aware of the fact that I'm only wearing underwear. "I forgot you where in here." He continues to stare and I make a face at him before crossing over to where I had put my clothes on the floor and pulling the sports bra and yoga pants on.

Zach shrugs. "Naked girls tend to cause staring in teenage boys," he informs me with a smirk.

I glare at him but relent when he pulls me onto the bed and into his lap and begins tickling me. "Stop it," I beg. "Zach stop it."

He stops but only to kiss me. When he pulls away he smiles. "You know I love you, right?"

"I know, and I love you more."

He pushes me onto my back, trapping me under him. "Not possible," he says.

Zach is about to kiss me when somebody opens our door. I sigh and wiggle out from under him to face a blushing James. "Uh… sorry," he mutters. "I was just coming to see if you guys need anything from the store. Kyle is going grocery shopping."

Michael pops up behind him. "They might need some condoms," he says with a grin. I throw a pencil at him.

"We're good, thanks."

"Actually," says Zach, "could you get Kyle to by some cookie dough ice-cream? I think better when I'm eating it."

James grins, "I'll tell him, in the mean time, shouldn't you and Cammie figure out some way to get the Circle?"

I look at him and Zach. "I have an idea," I say.