A/N will be at the end.

Jason and I are both kept in the hospital for observation until the next morning and Zach stays with us. When we are finally given the all clear to go home, Zach brings up Jason's little car seat and buckles him into it with a proud smile, then helps me out the door. The nurses wanted me in a wheelchair but I refused and although walking hurts a tiny bit, it is nothing compared to how happy I am walking out of that hospital hand in hand with Zach, our baby in his other hand. I sit in the back with Jason on the way home and Zach and I make happy conversation until we pull into our driveway a half hour later. I get out of the car after taking Jason out of his car seat and cradle him in my arms as Zach and I walk into our house.

"Hey," Zach shouts. There is no reply. "Weird," he mutters to me.

I walk into the kitchen to see if everyone is in there or maybe just Grant, stuffing his face with our food but I find no people, only a note.

Hey,

The hospital called to tell us you were coming home. We decided to go out for lunch and leave you three to get settled on your own. Tell my god son hi for me and if you're hungry, I made Grant go grocery shopping so there is food in the fridge to replace what he ate. Abby says hi too and also says to tell you she left a gift in Jason's room.

Bex

"They went for lunch," I say to Zach, shoving the note in my back pocket.

"In that case," Zach says with a grin. "Do you want to show Jason around his new home?"

I lean over and kiss him, squishing a sleeping Jason between us. "Sure," I say. "Let's give him the tour."

After the tour, Zach and Jason lay on our bed, Zach is fingering the blanket Aunt Abby bought for Jason and Jason is sleeping on Zach's stomach. I stare at myself in the mirror.

"You know how in movies, women have babies and then look bikini ready by the next take, or how on magazines, famous people have babies than look skinnier then they did before a week later?" I ask Zach. "That's bullshit. I look like I'm still pregnant."

Zach gets up off the bed with Jason in his arms and joins me at the mirror. "Gallagher Girl," he says affectionately. "You were pregnant for nine months, does it not make sense that your body will take that long to get back to normal?"

"Yes, but I don't want it to."

"How about this, you look a lot less pregnant then you did when we I got home and either way, I think you look beautiful."

I grin and kiss him. "Thanks baby, but you're only saying…" I freeze.

"What?" Zach whispers.

I press my finger to my lips and go over to our closet, quickly punching the code into our weapons safe. I take out four guns, one of which I stuff under the waist band of my shirt, one of which I keep in my hand. I hand the other two to Zach and watch as he shifts Jason to put on gun under his waist band and hold one steady, I open the door to our bedroom quietly and slip into the hall and to the top of the stairs so that I can hear better. Zach follows with Jason. I hear a bang as something wooden is flipped on its side and then voices.

"Shut up," says a voice I don't recognize. I glance at Zach and see that his eyes are wide. Apparently he recognizes the voice.

I hear another bang and this time the voice is louder. "Shut up. They can't know we're here."

Zach nudges me and turns to walk down the hall. I follow without hesitation.

"Who are they?" I ask quietly once I close the door to the nursery.

"Dangerous," he answers quickly. "From what I know, they used to work in some big shot terrorist group that fell apart. Cammie, they're with the group I was just in as part of my mission. High ranking, ruthless, if they find us, they'll kill us."

"What's new?" I whisper with more bravado then I feel. "They aren't going to find us," I add dropping the act. "We made sure of that when we bought the house." I cross over to a built in shelf on the wall and slide my fingers under the bottom until I hear a click and a hand scanner is revealed in the wall beside it. I press my hand to the shiny screen and watch as it turns green and the shelf slides back into the wall and the up into the ceiling of the tunnel beyond it. I step in and watch Zach step in after me, still cradling Jason. I press a button and the shelf silently slides back into place.

The tunnel is soundproof so Zach and I no longer need to whisper. "What do they want?" I ask my husband. "Better question, how do they know who we are?"

"I don't know," he answers miserably. "I have no idea." After that, we don't talk much, only run.

We are running through the tunnel, trying to get to the car hidden in the woods that this comes out at. We still have about six kilometres to go and Zach is trying not to jostle Jason too much but he is crying anyways. Probably hungry but we don't have time for me to stop and feed him. I glare at the walls as I run past them, the only things we have with us are four guns and a baby blanket that is wrapped around Jason. Not enough to go on the run which we are going to have to do. It's unfair. I just had my son and I didn't even get to spend a full day at home with him before some wacko assassins barged into my house looking for me. Probably to kill me. Why do people always want to kill me? I sigh.

Zach drives while I nurse Jason. He heads for the airport because, even though that is an obvious place to run, crowds are good and we need to get out of the country. Now. If it was just Zach and me at risk here, we' probably try to say in the States for as long a possible, probably would have run to the Director but it isn't just Zach and me anymore, it's Jason too. So we are running. Always running.

A/N So what did you think? Where should they run? Sorry about how short it was but I figured if I made it longer I'd never get it up and that you guys would probably like to get on with the story. Well, I hope you liked it. Review!