A/N Hey everyone! I'm back! Long time no see. What's up? Hows it going? Whats new? So, I know I already posted a chapter ten but it was brought to my attention by a wonderful reviewer named Guest (because they were a guest) that I put Liz in it. If you read In The End, than you know that Liz is dead. I wrote In The End but that kind of slipped my mind when I was writing the previous chapter ten. The whole thing is the same as it was before but now Grant is with Bex, not Liz. Review, favourite, like and come back for chapter eleven once it is up:)

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When Zach and I walk through our front door, I am astounded by the mess within. I'd heard furniture breaking the night those men came to our house but I hadn't thought they'd broken this much. Our living room is unrecognizable, all the dishes in the kitchen are smashed, pictures have been torn off the wall, the foyer is destroyed, our bedroom has been torn apart, the guest bedrooms have been tossed and the nursery is ruined. Zach and I don't even venture downstairs to look at the home gym because it was our renovation baby and we worked long and hard to make it perfect. Neither of us wants to see the ruins it's most likely in now.

We didn't tell anyone we were coming home, what's the point? They'll figure out we're here soon enough. Also we didn't really fancy telling our friends that our barley three week old son was taken from us well we were sleeping. More to the point, I don't want to tell them that I was supposed to be on watch. Instead I pick up a bench that has been knocked on its side and push it up against the wall.

I sit down and Zach sits down next to me. I lean my head against his shoulder. I can't believe Jason is gone. Missing. Taken. We'll get him back. I'll get him back. Whatever it takes.

"It's my fault," I murmur bitterly. "It's all my fault."

"No. Don't do that Cammie. If you do that there is no going back. It is not your fault; it is not either of our faults."

"I was asleep Zach," I cry. "I fell asleep and now he's gone because I fell asleep."

"Hey. It is not your fault." He takes my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him.

I say nothing.

"Say it. It is not my fault. Cammie, say it."

"Fine," I tell him. "It is not my fault."

He kisses me. That is when our door is kicked in.

Zach and I have them against the wall - guns to their heads - before I even fully register the fact that they are in my house.

"Ouch," Grant says. "Let go of me Cam."

I back up sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Sorry?" Bex says angrily. "Sorry?"

"Yes Bex," Zach says letting her away from the wall. "Sorry."

"You better be damn well sorry. Do you know what you put us through? You just left. Again."

"We're sorry." Zach and I repeat in unison.

"Good. Now where's my Godson?"

"Yeah, where's the baby?" Grant asks. "Also, what the hell happened to your house? And where were you guys?"

I sink back onto the bench and Zach puts his hand on my shoulder. "We were running." Zach says.

"From who?" Bex asks.

"We don't know." I say sadly. "All we know is that whoever has Macey wants us too."

"Why are you back then?" Grant asks.

"We were running." I tell them. My voice sounds dead. "We were running but it's so much different to run with a baby and we tried so hard but they didn't care who got hurt and they were just shooting at everything but we were still ahead of them, we were ahead of them! But I fell asleep on my watch and when we woke up, Jason was gone and they left us a note in his place that said we had taken something they loved and now they'd take n something we loved. And it's my fault!" I want to cry.

Bex looks at me than slaps me across the face. "Snap out of it Cam!" she shouts at me. "This is not your fault and you are not going to fall apart. You are not allowed to fall apart right now. You need to get your son back."

"How am I supposed to do that?" I ask her just as loudly. "I don't know who took him but if they also got Macey, what hope do I have of finding him? They have teams of CIA people looking for Macey and they haven't found her. I am not going to find him."

Bex looks like she might slap me again but Zach crouches down in front of me, blocking her possible blow. "Gallagher Girl," he says quietly. "We will find him. We'll find both of them."

I look into his green eyes. So fierce, so gentle, so kind, so cruel, and I force my doubts away. I make myself believe that I will get my son back. "Alright," I say forcefully. "Alright. We'll do it. We'll get him back and we'll save Macey."

He looks at me. "Yes we will."