A/N Hey, so new chapter today. Sorry it took so long. Also, sorry we haven't gotten any overly exciting stuff happen with the plot yet, I promise there will be some very soon, it just takes/took a lot of set-up. Shout outs at the end. Don't forget to review but more importantly, enjoy.

"We should have gone to Gallagher," Zach mutters to me as we try to lose the tails we have on us.

I pull Jason tighter to my chest. "We couldn't have Zach, Gallagher is a safe place right now and if we show up at the door, it won't be safe anymore. It will be on the brink of disaster. I'm not bringing that to the school."

"It would have bought time."

"It would have made Gallagher a target."

"Gallagher has the resources and skills to take care of themselves and keep us safe."

"Zach," I snap, silencing him with a single word.

"Alright, you win." He holds his hands up in mock surrender.

I stop at a Starbucks and buy a Frappuccino, letting the lady taking my order gush about how beautiful my son is and then join Zach where he sat down on a bench to wait for me. Being normal, blending in and hiding in plain sight, trying to lose our tails, being spies without being obvious. I am the Chameleon again and I love it. I pass a sleeping Jason to Zach and sip my Frappuccino, then glance at my watch. Our flight leaves in an hour. I lean over to Zach.

"Baby, we need to go. We've got an hour before our flight leaves." I tell him.

Zach nods, hearing the message within the message. Our flight leaves in an hour. We need to lose our tails. "Let's go then," he says.

We take as much time as we can. Stopping to point at a sign advertising a free trip to Paris, looking in a bookstore and buying ice cream from the Ben and Jerry's we pass. The issue is, we really can't miss our flight and in the end we run through the airport to get to our gate with ten minutes until scheduled take-off. The good part is that we don't have any tails on us anymore, the bad part is that Zach's running woke Jason up and now the man behind us is telling us to shut our baby up or he'll shut him up for us. After about a half hour of his threats, I snap.

"How about this?" I say jumping up from my seat with Jason in my arms and turning to face him. "You shut up or I'll shut you up. My son is three days old. Three days! Do you think I want to be on a plane with him right now? Do you think this was something I had hoped would happen? That I planned this? Shut up. You have no idea…" I'm cut off by Zach who pulls me down into my seat and away from the man I had been yelling at.

"Gallagher Girl, calm down." He mutters to me. "We're going for subtle and under the radar here. Then louder and to the man behind us, "sorry, we've had a bit of a stressful week."

"Your wife's crazy dude," the man mutters. "Is she off her meds or something?"

That comment has me jumping up again but Zach pushes me back down with a sharp, "Cammie!"

"Sorry," I mutter, not feeling very sorry at all.

I hate this. Running again. I missed being out in the field and although this is, in many ways fun, it is also terrifying. I have a son now and a husband, a family. I can't be on the run, I can't risk all that. What if something where to happen, what if somebody was captured, what if one of us died? The first time I ran it was to keep everybody else safe because I was the target and I couldn't see someone die for me, I'm not worth that. So I ran and it was only me at risk, I was the only one to get hurt. Well, no that's not true, other people got hurt, stray bullets and people who thought they'd help. People died for me or because of me but they weren't trying to protect me. They weren't throwing themselves in front of bullets and guns and people that would have otherwise killed me. Now Zach will do just that if he has to, but that has always been the case. The difference is that we can't be selfish anymore. Every move we make has to be about keeping Jason safe, nothing else. One little problem though. From what I heard at the house they aren't after Jason. They'll kill him and Zach too but they aren't after either of them, they are after me.

Regardless, Zach isn't going to leave me and I'm not going to leave him.

"Cammie? What's wrong with you?" Zach whispers angrily. "You're going to blow our cover."

I have a lot of excuses for whatever the hell is actually wrong with me but I chose the simplest, least personal reason. "This is the airport I ran from that summer," I say. "Bad memories here."

"Gallagher girl," Zach says, softly this time. "I know you, that is not all that's bothering you."

"Alright," I say. "They want me. They want me Zach, not you, not Jason. What if one of you gets hurt and it's my fault?"

"Cammie, I'm here because you're here. I will always be where you are and it will always be because I want to be. You need to expect me to be with you from now on. We are a team. We will always be a team."

"But what if you get hurt? What if it's my fault?"

"Then I'll get hurt."

"What if it's Jason?"

"It won't be baby. We'll keep Jason safe."

"But what if he does get hurt?"

"Cammie, if our baby boy gets hurt, we'll deal with it. We always deal with it."

"Okay," I say over Jason who is still crying. Then I set to rocking him back and forth, trying to get him to stop crying.

"Give him here." Zach says. I pass Jason to him. "Hey little guy," he says. "What do you need? Huh? What's wrong?"

"How do we stop him from crying?" I ask Zach. In all of the chaos of today we haven't really had a chance to go through that whole, new parent just out of the hospital thing. Instead we've gotten the new parent going on the run thing. Our thing sucks.

"I don't know. Maybe he's tired."

"He'd just go to sleep if he was tired."

"Hungry? When was the last time you fed him?"

"In the car on the way to the airport," I answer.

"Cam, that was like four hours ago."

"So he's hungry. Is it even legal to breast feed in public?" I ask my husband.

"I think so, what's anyone going to say? Your baby is quiet now but he needs to cry again because you can't nurse in public? That wouldn't help anybody on this plane."

"I guess." I grab a complimentary blanket from the seat back in front of me and cover myself with it so that Jason can nurse. Zach and I must be doing something right because he stops crying and after he is full, he falls fast asleep.

"It's weird," mutters Zach.

"What is?" I ask.

"This. Being a family, having a son, running again. That especially, the running. I never thought we'd do it again, I thought we were done."

I give him a sad smile. "We're never done."

After about ten hours on our plane, most of which Jason either slept or cried or ate, we finally arrive in Spain. Barcelona to be exact. Neither Zach nor I have spotted anybody who might be a tail on the plane with us but that doesn't mean whoevers chasing us doesn't have people in the airport. We covered our tracks pretty well when we bought the tickets for the plane, using fake names of course, but we also bought multiple tickets for multiple flights to multiple places. The fake names should have bought us a few hours and the multiple flights a few more but we were on the plane for ten hours and so they've probably either sent people to every airport the flights we booked would have gotten into, or figured out which airport we've actually gone to. I hope they didn't figure out which airport we were actually going to because then whoever they have waiting will probably have his (or her) guard down. Anyway, this is what I'm thinking as I get changed in the bathroom and put my new passport and ID in my purse. I am now Bella Torres, married to Anton Torres with a newborn daughter named Zurina Torres who does not yet have a passport so I carry his birth certificate instead. I am a red haired woman whose hair is pulled into a loose bun. I have a new nose and am in a loose green dress that brings out the golden flecks in my now green eyes. I meet Zach and Jason, sorry, Anton and Zurina in the hall and smile when I see my husband in large glasses and shorts and a t-shirt. Zach has a new nose, a limp and freckles. Jason looks pretty much the same but he is now in a pink one piece thing that Zach through into the escape car a couple of weeks ago. Also he is supposed to be a girl. We figured whoever would be looking for us would be looking for a young American couple with a newborn son so we have become a young Spanish couple with a newborn daughter. I sigh. I hate running.

A/N

TerryCherry-Thanks for the idea about Spain, I hope you like what I come up with while they're in that country.

collabkk and cheeky-monkey-hehehe -I hope I adequately explained why they didn't go somewhere they know.

nadiyahill and dude- Thanks for your encouraging reviews.