A/N Hey guys. Here is the sequel you asked for. So I started this a while ago and was going to do a totally different story but decided I might as well make it my sequel story. If you didn't read In The End, I suggest you do so otherwise some things will not make sense. if you did read it, welcome back, I missed you. Other than that, enjoy and please review with your responses (good or bad) so that I know if I should continue.

XOXO- You-Just-Might

It's quiet, to quiet. I push my hand over to the other side of our bed and feel coldness. He left in the middle of the night again. I am going to have to have a word with the director of the CIA about these top secret, deep under cover, get up and go type missions. If I have to be on a forced leave of absence, then Zach can be too. For god's sake he is my husband and I'm carrying his child, the least he could do is say bye before leaving. Leaving in my final month of pregnancy. When I'm due in two weeks. When he still needs to put together a crib and buy a car seat. When I need help getting off the couch and can't see my feet. When I specifically asked the director if he'd just post-pone this mission for a few months because you know what? Small cells of assassins that have been killing politicians can wait until after my baby is born and can sleep for more than two hours at a time every night.

After a few tries, I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to pee. I swear this kid is purposely lying right near my bladder in the hopes of ruining my life. I turn on the shower once I'm done and get in. After I've washed my hair, I wrap myself in a towel and go back to our room to throw on some sweats and one of Zach's old t-shirts which are the most comfortable thing I have found to wear at this point in my pregnancy. I then go into the kitchen to find my Aunt Abby making waffles.

"Uh… what are you doing here?" I ask.

"Zach called a 3:00 in the morning and asked me to come over and make you breakfast and tell you that he'll be back by Friday night. I told him I'd stay here until he gets back. He also said he was sorry he had to go but they got a good lead on those assassins and he had to take it." She pauses. "He also told me to tell you not to kill the director and that he loves you."

"I am going to kill the director right after I eat those waffles and change my clothes."

"That's what I told Zach. I also took the liberty of calling the director and warning him of your visit."

I grin. "You're the best Aunt Abby."

"I know Squirt." She nods to my stomach. "How's Junior doing?"

"The sooner he's out, the better," I answer with a laugh as I sit down at our kitchen table.

"Well, you've only got two weeks left, right?" Asks Abby as she throws some waffles onto a plate and sticks the plate in front of me with a whipped cream can beside it.

"Yeah," I say as I pile the whipped cream onto my waffles and take a bite. "Two weeks. If Zach gets held up in whatever country he's in, I will not only kill him, but I'll kill the director too. What day is it?" I ask swallowing the waffle in my mouth.

"Saturday Cam, he'll be back Friday."

"He better be or…"

"You'll kill the director, I know. Better yet so does the director."

I grin. "Yeah, well Zach is not missing the birth of our son. I won't let him even if I have to go all the way to god knows where and drag him back by the ear well I'm in labour."

Abby snorts. "Yeah, the nursing staff in the maternity ward will definitely allow that," she say, sarcasm dripping from her words.

"Aunt Abby, I am a highly trained agent of the CIA and I won't give birth without my husband."

She laughs out loud. "You sound like Townsend," she says, and then in a perfect British accent, "I'm an agent of her royal majesty's secret service. I don't do booby traps."

"Still," I say unsmiling.

"He'll be here Cammie. He said he'll be back by Friday and he will be. When has Zach ever broken a promise he made to you?"

"There's a first time for everything," I grumble.

"Eat your waffles."

I march into the headquarters of the CIA in black dress pants that feel too tight but look fine and a plain white maternity blouse that makes me feel fat. I sigh. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy I'm pregnant and happy that we'll have a little baby boy soon but really? I want him out of me. I have been off of work since I hit five months and couldn't do a proper roundhouse kick or back roll because my stomach kept getting in the way, I tried teaching at Gallagher for a bit but found out that I have no aptitude for teaching anything other than Covert Affairs and P&E, neither of which I could because one involves field work, however minimal, and the other… well with my big pregnant belly, I was worse than Liz had been at pretty much everything. Thinking of Liz sends a pang through me so I stop and instead think of how pissed I am at the director. I actually feel kind of bad for him since I am going to walk into his office with four months of pent up energy and a whole bucket load of hormonal rage all directed at him. What I'm not expecting is to be stopped outside his office by a hand that grabs my arm. I don't think, I twist the hand back at an awkward angle then tug, flipping a man over my head and then planting my knee on his chest.

"And they say I can't be out in the field," I say to a very flushed Agent Edward Townsend, moving my knee off his chest and moving to sit on the floor beside him.

"I can't see why," he says as he gets up, "you flipped me perfectly well. You American's blow pregnancy out of proportion. You have a child inside of you, not the bubonic plague."

"Good to see you to Townsend." I sigh for the second time since entering this building knowing I'm not going to be able to get up without assistance. "Can you help me up?" I ask him.

"And suddenly I understand why you're not in the field."

I glare at him and he grins as he helps me up. "Thanks," I mutter with as much dignity as I can. "Why are you here?"

"Top secret Cammie, can't have the whole world knowing."

"I'm not the whole world Townsend, just one person." I'd forgotten how infuriating he could be. I can't believe Aunt Abby's dating him. A thought dawns on me. "Where are you staying?"

"With your Aunt."

"But Aunt Abby is staying at my house."

"And I'm staying with her."

I groan. "If I tell you that you're not allowed to stay at my house, will you listen?"

"Not a chance."

"In that case, get out of my way."

"My day so far has sucked." I tell a very surprised looking director of the CIA. "I woke up this morning with a baby lying on my bladder and my husband gone again. I just ran into Townsend in the hall and found out that he has invited himself to stay at my house with my Aunt until god only knows and my husband won't be back until Friday and that's assuming he doesn't get held up in god know where. So, you are going to tell me where he is and then you are going to personally guarantee that he will be home by midnight on Friday. Do I make myself clear sir?"

"Yes but Cammie…"

"Don't you Cammie me. Where is my husband?"

He gulps. "Paris. Paris, France."

That stops me for a second. The last time we were there, Liz died and I held thirteen Circle leaders at gunpoint and killed two. In the years after that, the CIA rounded up the few remaining leaders and had them imprisoned with the rest. I finally find my voice. "He will be home by Friday?" I ask with an air of somebody who will be told that yes, your husband will be home by Friday.

"Yes Cammie, and if he isn't I will personally fly to Paris and have him back to you by the end of the day."

"Thank you." I say, then I turn around and sweep out of the room.