A/N So hi. Long time no see. Thank you all for your patience in waiting for my update. I know what you're thinking. She makes us wait more than two weeks and she say sorry? Yes, I do. Now then, as it is summer my updates will probably be less frequent and further apart. After this update, there probably won't be one for about another two weeks again because I am going camping with my family, than to camp. I apologize in advance. In answer to a review by AlexandraGallagher, yes I have changed my pen name. It used to be booklover777 and it is now You-Just-Might. Please review because it really helps me find inspiration to keep writing. Until next time, bye.

I explain my idea and nobody looks very optimistic. I admit, I think it's a long shot but it's all we've got. I've learned to like bad plans, love good ones, and gotten really good at impromptu ones. In any case, we'll be prepared. Our plan is roughly this.

Lure all head members of the Circle to a Circle like meeting place.

Immobilize them so that they can be detained by the CIA.

If that fails, wing it.

Okay. It barley qualifies as a plan, so sue me. It's all we've got and we're running out of time. If we stay here much longer Catherine will find us. As it is, she probably already knows where we are. She's probably had this place under surveillance for weeks. I decide it would be better not to voice that thought.

Zach's voice breaks my train of thought. "How the hell are we supposed to lure all of the head members of the Circle to one place?"

I look at him irritably. We've been arguing over this plan (or lack thereof) for hours now and my patience is worn thin. "Is it not obvious?" Both he and James stare at me blankly. "Come on guys, what has Catherine been after for over a year? Who does the circle need to kill in order to ensure that nobody else discovers who runs the organization?"

"You," says James unsmiling.

"Me," I echo. "They need me."

"So what?" Says Zach brokenly. "After everything, you'll just give yourself over to them? You'll just be the bait and hope it all turns out okay?"

"Yeah Zach," I snap. "That's right. I'm going to be the bait and I'll just hope it turns out all right because there isn't another option."

"There is always another option," he yells standing now.

I jump up from where I'd been seated. "Yeah? Do you see one? I am tired of running Zach. I can't leave school without constantly looking over my shoulder and when I'm at school, all I can think is how the longer I stay there with the people I love, the more likely it is they'll die because of me. Zach, I can barely live with the blood I have on my hands now, I can't have their blood on my hands too." I'm yelling as well now but it's not out of anger. It's out of grief and fear. I turn away from him, not wanting him or James to see the pain I know will be etched across my face. "I can't have your blood on my hands too," I say quietly, then head off to our room and go to bed.

I'm lying on my bed, trying to ignore the pain in my legs when Catherine and some guy I've never seen come in.

"Cammie, Cammie, Cammie." Catherine says in a singsong voice.

I turn my head and glare at her. "Something I can do for you Catherine or are you just down here for some conversation? I must say, I'm not up to date with the current gossip.

The man barks a laugh. "Your right Catherine, she's just like her father."

I fly at him forgetting the chain around my ankle and land on my knees at Catherine's feet. She kicks me and I look up at her, blood trickling from my now split lip. I climb to my feet and work up a mouth full of saliva and blood then spit it in her face and watch with satisfaction as it dribbles down her chin. "Don't speak of my father. You have no right to speak of my father you bitch."

She slaps me and I return the favour. She grabs my arm, twisting it to the point it breaks. "I have the right to do whatever I wish Cammie, and I will do whatever I want." She pushes me onto my bed and sits down on a chair in a corner of my room. "So, how is my little son? I haven't asked you that yet. How is Zach?"

A wave of fear washes through me and even though I do my best to mask it I know she sees it. "He's fine," I say stiffly.

"I'm sure," she says, then pulls out a knife. I don't remember what happens next, just the pain and how hard it was to say nothing, to not break. She pulls away after a while and turns to walk out of the room. "Bring the girl," she says to the man, "show her what happens to spies who don't talk."

He carries me out the door and up the cellar stairs into the kitchen; I'm too tired to fight. I see Charlie sitting at the kitchen table and he gives me a sympathetic look but I know he can't help me.

Catherine is waiting at the door. "Set her down. The least we can do is bring her to her father."

She sprints the whole way and I do too, refusing to reveal any ounce of weakness in her presence even though it hurts like hell. When we get there she grins, stopping at the top of the hill so that I have a full view of the clearing below. I swallow hard, knowing in my heart what is below me, who is below me. The least we can do is take her to her father, she had said. I run down the hill and drop to my knees beside a roughly dug grave that could only hold the bones of my father. They killed him. I want to let the grief take me but I know I can't. I mustn't show any weakness. I can't. God I wish I could, but I can't so I suffer in silence.

After a moment I turn my head to look at Catherine who is still grinning from the top of the hill. "Is this what you wanted to show me? My father's grave? Did you think it would break me? He has been gone since I was ten," I spit at her. "I have been to his funeral, I have cried late at night because he won't ever walk me down the aisle at my wedding or be at my graduation. He will never hold his grandchildren close or hug me again. I have grieved for him already Catherine."

Her smile disappears as does her confidence and she turns to anger. She pulls out a whip and I see her swing her arm, feel it hit my skin again and again. I'm screaming, I know I am but I can't stop myself. I let myself grieve for my father through the screams that Catherine will interpret as acknowledgement of the pain she is inflicting on my body. A voice that doesn't fit on this mountain, in this place, is calling for me. "Cammie. Cammie," the voice calls. It's Zach. "Cammie, wake up," he shouts, but I can't wake up. I can't forget, I can't pull out of my memory and so it continues. I feel the whip and I try to run, I try to get away but I'm too weak. I try to get my eyes to focus on Catherine and succeed in getting a blurry view.

"You...will… never… never… break… me." I get out through the pain. I clench my jaw. "Never." Then I black out.

I wake up screaming to find my arms and legs restrained by Zach who is on top of me on our bed trying to keep me from moving. He has tears in his eyes. I don't want to see his pain so I close my eyes again. I can't stop screaming, I can't stop. I'm screaming and crying at once and Zach is trying to calm me down. He is telling me that everything is okay but it isn't because my daddy is dead and Catherine is alive and she had me, she had me but she didn't break me. I stop screaming because she didn't break me and I'm still here. I'm still here and Zach is here and he is safe. Safe. I open my eyes because I'm safe and Zach's safe and we're both still here. Zach gets off of me, sensing I'm not going to hurt anybody. He sits up and pulls my shaking body onto his lap.

"He's gone Zach," I say sadly. "He's gone."

"I know baby," he murmurs, his lips on my forehead. "I heard. You where talking out loud."

"Who else heard?"

"Nobody, I made them all leave the room when I realized what was happening. We all came running the first time we heard you scream, I was on my way to bed so I was here first."

I am barely registering his words because all I can see is Catherine and all I can hear is that whip. I press my hands to my ears. "Make it stop, Zach make it stop."

"How? He asks me.

"I don't know, just make it stop."

He kisses me, once, twice, three times and I let myself sink into him, leaving behind my pain, my grief, my thoughts. It feels good. He tries to pull away but I won't let him. I pull his shirt over his head and run my fingers down his chest, letting them rest at the waistband of his jeans. He groans and pulls me closer, then pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it onto the ground beside our bed. I reach back and unclasp my bra, hearing his sharp intake of breath when he sees my bare skin. He kisses me again, his hands on my hips. I don't think it is possible for us to be closer to each other. I finger the button to his jeans, wondering if we should go further, not wanting to stop but knowing we should. He kisses me again and I kiss him back, deciding that I don't care anymore whether or not I should do something. I don't want to think, it feels so nice to not think, to forget for a minute. I had though I would never want to forget anything again but I would give anything to forget for just another minute. Zach kisses my neck, my collar bone. He draws a line of kisses down to my stomach then back up again. I sigh… and my door bursts open to reveal a very worried looking James.

"Cammie, is she all right?" He nearly shouts. He sees us and blushes. "Uh… I'll take that as a yes. Maybe those condoms weren't a bad idea after all." He adds rather unnecessarily.

Zach sits up trying to shield my body from James view. "Shut up would you."

"Yeah, yeah. " He answers.

I glare at him from over Zach's shoulder and trying not to let my voice waver say, "get out of our room."

"Oh, right. Well see you two tomorrow. We should probably finalize the plan to take down the Circle. Night."

He leaves and I give Zach one last kiss before stripping off the rest of my clothing and pulling on some pajama's. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and when I return find Zach sitting on top of the covers in his boxers.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks.

I crawl under the covers and he follows suit. "I'll be fine," I tell him. "I love you, you know that right?"

"I know," he tells me. "I love you too." With those words ringing in my head, I go back to sleep.