A/N: For your viewing pleasure I present you with Chapter 14 the longest chapter that does indeed contain Zammie.

(Cue: Applause)

Chapter 14: Set in Motion

"Sir, shouldn't we start planning on how to get Robert, Cordelia, and Eleanor back?"

"It's already set in motion, Marvin."

"But, sir, you only sent two out to keep an eye on them and…and just wait. How are we supposed to bring them back this way?"

"Because in doing it this way they will be more willing to come back."

Rodney Gates gaze was harsh on Marvin Lutez. He really disliked his authority being questioned and everyone knew that. Marvin backed up slightly from the glare and a smirk spread across Rodney's face. He was still in charge just like it had always been with his family for the last hundreds of years and just what it will be in the future years to come. The major authority power bloodline would stay pure.

Rodney stood up away from his desk, hands clasped securely behind his back, walking towards the only window in the office. The first snow there was starting to fall. "I know Camille's sister, Marvin. She may act all righteous and make pleasing to hear promises to them but she will not keep to her word. They will see that shortly. When that time comes they will know. They will see that the outside cannot be trusted. Rachel will teach them that lesson whether she realizes it or not."

"Yes, sir," Marvin said bowing his head a great ways. He was trying to make up for ever saying his doubts out loud to Rodney.

With a slight nod of the head Rodney showed that he had accepted the apology. He walked back over to his desk in a calm pace. "Now go get the Fitzgerald's on the line. I think we may have to move the arrangement sooner than was originally planned."

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Zachary Goode's POV:

"Why don't you three go out shopping for the day. I have calls I need to make that are work related and I don't want you to have to be cooped up in the hotel all day," Aunt Rachel was stating as she was taking out her wallet.

"It's okay Aunt Rachel we don't mind. We can keep ourselves entertained here," Keira said while our aunt just shook her head.

"Nonsense, you need fresh air. So I want you all to go out and have fun, and that's an order not a request." Her tone was serious but a smile was lighting her face. A wad full of cash was in her hand in a second flat. "And if you need money." She passed out forty to each of us. "Feel free to spend it."

"Are you sure?" Keira asked looking at the cash with concern. "What about spending time with you?"

"You have all the time you need I'm not sending you off anywhere. We're in this together for the long run. Trust me in a month or two you will start feeling like regular teenagers and wanting to escape what you know as home." She gave us a wink before shooing us all out the door. Harper was the least willing to leave.

Once we were out of the building I turned to Harper. "Why did you want to stay in the hotel so bad? What are you up to?" I tried to hide the suspicions out of my tone. It wasn't that I didn't have trust in Harper it was that I didn't completely trust her.

"Research, Zachary. Don't worry so much about it your sister has an idea of what I'm doing. And now, I'm going to find a library." She took out her map (a while back our aunt had given each one of us a map) and her own i-phone. The coven always made sure we had the latest in technology which meant new cell-phones, new laptops, and new gadgets every month or so.

"The library?" Keira asked confused. "How are you going to find information about us in there?"

"I don't know yet, but it's a start." Then with that said Harper disappeared walking straight into a heard of people around the corner.

Keira and I remained going straight.

"She's researching about the COC?" I asked in a whisper. Not daring to say the full name or even a word out when we were in the public. The initials were bad enough to state.

Keira nodded. "The way they're acting is puzzling her so she thinks there is something hidden that she doesn't know about. It's been driving her crazy so far and I don't think she got any sleep last night." We stopped short as Keira saw a shop that caught her eye. "Well this is my stop, I can kill an hour or two here at least."

I stared overhead and saw a bookstore and couldn't help but smirk.

"Shut up," Keira said stopping me before I could comment. She knew me all too well as she raced across the street before I had a chance to say anything.

Shaking my head I looked across the streets and wondered what I was going to do in order to kill time.

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For most of the time I went from shop to shop never staying too long in one place. By late afternoon, while leaving the twelfth shop, I spotted a familiar blonde. I knew the most reasonable thing to do was walk away, disappear before more complications occurred. It was always easier thought than done though.

My feet decided not to listen to the logic as I started following the Chameleon—from a safe distance, of course.

I kept following her for ten minutes or so when I started to wonder where her friends were, why she was here by herself with everything that happened. Watching I saw her shoulder blades tense for a moment as she cast a glance backwards. She knows she's being followed now, you should leave her alone.

She turned a corner walking away from the crowd and into a deserted alley. The last thing I should have done was follow her there but I did it anyway. Thinking to myself, I can live with the consequences later right now I have to see her. I have to talk to her.

"Zach!" Cammie exclaimed looking at me in shock. "What are you doing here?" She looked around, nervously. She certainly hadn't been expecting me to have been the one following her. But then, who had she been expecting?

"What I can't come here on vacations as well?" I asked and earned a glare from her.

She walked up closer to me still glaring. "Zach, why are you here? I know how slim the odds are for you being right here at this time in this spot. I'm sure you can do the calculations."

I just smirked and replied, leaning in closer, "Like I told you I'm here on vacation." She stumbled back, no longer holding a glare.

"Zach just…just go home," she said sounding tired. She turned around without a second thought. Without a thought that I had an easy shot at killing her. She trusted me to a degree when she shouldn't, not anymore.

I grabbed her arm before she could take a step further. I couldn't let her go just now not when I hadn't seen her in months.

She sighed and turned back around towards me but I kept a hand on her coat. Almost afraid she would evaporate right then and there.

"How's your aunt?" I asked trying to make small talk and dropping my arm. "After she got shot and all."

"She's fine," she replied looking at me confused. "How did you know she was my aunt?"

Automatically I did my signature move pointing to myself and saying, "Spy." She didn't roll her eyes at me or snap a comment like I had expected her to do. She just looked down to the ground, thinking.

"Cammie…" I didn't know how to finish. There were so many thoughts racing through my mind. So many different things I wanted to tell her, so many that I couldn't. So many things that would make her hate me, loathe me.

"Bex and I are going to be dinning at the Starlight tonight at six sharp. You can show up then or not." She shrugged nonchalant like it didn't matter; like it didn't bother her but her own eyes betrayed her. "As of right now I have to go. I have…things to do." For the second time she turned around and this time I didn't stop her from walking away.

The Starlight, huh, that made my job easier. Two entirely different jobs, with two entirely different goals.

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I shouldn't be here. I should walk away now. This was a bad idea.

Even with all that on my mind I still kept on walking into the Starlight restaurant without any hesitation in my steps. It was all mental that was wavering.

It was six sharp and within a microsecond I spotted Cammie laughing with Bex as they sat and ate with a younger child, almost a miniature version of Bex.

Cammie quickly spotted me and stopped laughing. She almost seemed shock to see me. Bex looked over, saw me, and then gave me a smile. Knowing then at that moment that Cammie told her about meeting with me in the alley and then she, unlike Cammie, expected me to show up. The younger girl quickly followed what the other two we're doing and looked over at me with a small, curious smile.

Walking over I winked directly at the youngest and she blushed turning away just as quickly. I grabbed the back of the only empty seat at the table. "Mind if I join you ladies?" I asked with a pristine British accent.

The youngest held back a giggle while Cammie starred up at me about to speak. Bex quickly intercepted for her. "Not at all."

I nodded and sat down in between Cammie and the little girl, who I really needed to know her name.

"And who are you?" I asked her as she tried to hide behind her hair. Her actions reminded me of Cammie and not Bex at all, but her looks could not be denied.

"My younger sister Hailey Laurel Baxter," Bex answered for her.

Hailey nodded before adding quietly, "But many call me Laurel, excluding family and teachers." My face paled as soon as the name slipped from her tongue. Bex and Cammie shared a look. One of them was about to ask me what was wrong when a waitress came over, bringing relief to me for now.

We gave her our orders while I quickly composed myself. Receiving a text message Bex and Hailey excused each other from the tables leaving only Cammie and I.

Cammie nudged me with her elbow. When I looked over at her she asked, "What was that?"

"What was what?" I replied in a bored tone as if I had no idea what she was talking about.

But Cammie wasn't going to have it. "Your face became fairly pale after Hailey told you her nickname. Do you have a problem…some bad memory associated with the name Laurel?" Gritting my teeth and flipping through a menu I no longer needed I just shook my head. However I was tense and Cammie could see that plain as day. We were trained to pick up these signals. "Zach?"

I looked over at her seeing her give me a look. One that wasn't harsh or glaring. One that was kind that wanted desperately for me to open up.

"I knew someone, once, named Laurel who is no longer around, that's all." My tone declared that I wasn't going to say anymore than that. It could get too complicated if I did.

Cammie ignored the tone though and asked, "How did she die?"

Because of me.

I didn't respond and thankfully the waitress came over with our drinks. I wasn't sure what I would have been able to say if she hadn't come.

Saved by the waitress, now that was a first.

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"So Zach what brings you to London for this winter break? Besides the chance of seeing our dear friend Cameron," Bex asked looking over at me.

"My aunt. She decided to have vacation here."

"Bringing you along," she assumed. Her eyes dashing with curiosity, wanting to know exactly what relationship we shared that would cause me to be vacationing with her instead of my parents.

I only nodded and took a sip of my drink.

"You're Zachary Goode?" Hailey asked while I watched her cautiously over the tip of my glass. She smiled shyly, no real threat there.

"Yes, why, am I spoken of often?" I asked in a teasing manner.

Bex opened her mouth to say something but closed it when she saw the look Cammie was giving her. Well, I have my answer.

"Didn't know you cared so much, Gallagher Girl." She rolled her eyes while moving the food on her plate around with her fork. In a somewhat condescending, teasing tone I added, "Playing with your food, I don't think Madame Dabney would approve."

With that out the arguments and continual teasing occurred between Cammie, Bex, and I leaving Hailey only to listen in since she didn't know exactly what we were talking about more than half the time.

Soon the checks arrived and with much fussing we came to an agreement on everyone paying for their own meal. We started heading out of the restaurant after that. Bex and Hailey suddenly, and conveniently, had to use the restroom and make a call to their driver, which landed Cammie and I standing outside in front of the restaurant.

It was close to eight and it was chilly. Cammie wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm while only wearing a thin jacket. She looked so strange in the moonlight. So…innocently beautiful and angelic as the chilly wind blew her hair around her face. She looked over at me with blue wondering eyes but didn't say anything.

After a moment I turned to stare at the street. Before I could debate with myself the words slipped off my tongue so easily even though I had never spoken it out loud to anyone.

"She was my sister."

"What?" Cammie asked thrown by the statement. I looked up and saw the sudden flash of recognition in her eyes. "Laurel…she was your sister."

"My baby sister, yes, her real name was Lauren but we all called her Laurel instead." I looked back down to the ground watching as the snowflakes started hitting the pavement.

There was a cold touch of fingers on my arm and then a whisper barely loud enough over the traffic, "How did she die Zach?"

Without much thought the words again tumbled out of my mouth. "She fell, broke her neck, she died instantly. The paramedic there couldn't help her, she was already gone." I stepped back away from Cameron's touch and her hand fell. We stayed quiet and watched the traffic ahead of us passing by.

After a minute had passed Cammie said, "Thanks for telling me, Zach." She looked back over at me rubbing her hands across her arms for warmth. "For opening up."

"It's freezing out here. We should go back in and wait for Bex and her sister there," I said and Cammie nodded in agreement.

We went back in and sat down together on a bench close enough that we barely touched.

My cell-phone rang out with a text.

Where are you? I know you like the night and all, but really Zach. Text or be home within the next ten minutes – Keira.

"I have to go," I said hanging up the phone. I leaned over to kiss her quickly on the cheek, but Cammie turned her head to soon. Our faces were less than a centimeter apart.

There were whispers and giggles from around us but it was all so dim to me. Without much time for thoughts in backing away Cammie had closed the gap.

It had been over six months since the last time we had kissed. Still the memory of it flooded instantly back into my mind, the kiss that I had initiated. I couldn't help but think that this time it was better.

With one second longer of feeling her lips on mine I leaned back breaking the kiss.

There was a lot that wasn't said in that minute apart and maybe…just maybe that was for the better.

Cammie leaned away and rested her back against the wall while I stood up and headed for the door. The tension in the room was heavy even if we were the only ones who felt it.

"Goodbye Cameron," I said looking at her one last time. She looked lost and angry and didn't say anything back to me and so I left.

***

Cameron Morgan's POV:

"Hailey what is it? Did you find him?" I asked walking into the room and softly closing the door. The clock rang out through the house signaling the start of a new day.

Hailey stood in front of the window letting the moonlight hit her as she shuffled through papers. She looked up her eyes looked translucent as they darted between me and Bex.

"Well seeing what he looked in person certainly has helped in picking him out."

Hailey took out several pieces of paper and set them down on a nearby end table. The papers showed a small picture and information on the side about the student. Only one piece of paper remained in Hailey's grip.

"You broke through Blackthorne security?" Bex asked surprised and prideful. Hailey nodded with a smile on her face.

"It certainly wasn't easy but I managed. Now about this Zachary Goode…" Her voice trailed off as we both looked at her intently. "Well there wasn't much to find about him. All it says is his full name Zachary Michael Goode, his birthday is in late November 1992, and he dropped out of school for last semester."

"He dropped out, why?" Bex asked while I stood there silently.

"There's no reason stated and he had all A's so it has nothing to do with failing. He just…dropped out," Hailey said with a shrug.

"Can I see it?"

She handed the paper over to Bex while I stood there thinking it over. I had wondered before if he still was going to school. It had been peculiar to find him here and there and not at his own school. Now the question was why did he drop out.

Bex handed over the paper to me and it said all that Hailey stated.

Well, now you know his official age.

***

Weeks Later (Winter Break is over)

Keira Goode's POV:

They had come in at noon. Two people a man and a woman both formally dressed had walked in through the front with a mission set one that we hadn't been prepared for while Aunt Rachel was nowhere to be seen.

His hand clasped down on my arm ready to take me away wherever they were planning to take me. Harper stood there stone-faced, but as for Zach his rage was starting to build.

"Who are you?" Zach practically shouted, grinding his teeth. He was furious you could see it clearly in his face.

"Your aunt sent us," the woman stated in a laid back tone. "We are going to take your sister to the Monte Boarding School. It's all for the best."

The Monte Boarding School was an all girls' school for troubled teens. My aunt was sending me away but not Harper, at least not to the same school, and Zach might just end up at Blackthorne again. The main fact was she was separating us…a sharp chill ran up my spine at the thought.

"Let her go," Zach said through clenched teeth. When I turned around to look back at him he stance was completely different.

His body was stiff and his eyes were hard starring coldly at the two adults. His forehead was creased and his mouth was in a straight, firm line. He wasn't blowing up or yelling or throwing any kind of tantrum yet this more silent rage was even scarier than if he had been shouting at the top of his lungs. It was always the quiet anger that ended up being the worst. The silence before the storm that was something I had learned a long time ago.

The man sighed but didn't release his hold on my arm. "This may be hard for you children to understand but this is being done in your best interest. This is the choice your aunt choose from the advice of an expert therapist. You'll see each other again sometime in the future." He stated it calmly and patiently before turning away and walking away dragging me with him.

"I don't want to go," I complained while thinking of the best way to flip him.

Maybe if I ran…but what good would that do?

I looked over at Harper in uncertainty only to see a suddenly pale looking Harper who was starring straight through me. She was starring straight at…

A shot ran out and the pressure on my arm was released as the man collapsed to the floor. The woman screamed in shock as her face became ghostly white.

They found us. The Circle found us. The only thoughts that raced through my mind.

"WAIT!" Harper shouted hands held up as she half-ran over to the woman. "Don't shoot. Just don't shoot we can figure something else out. Okay."

Why was Harper arguing with the Circle? She would never stop them from killing someone that she knew on the spot much less a stranger. It didn't make sense unless…

Fearfully I turned around and saw Zach gun in his hand raised. But then I realized this wasn't Zach, no, this wasn't the brother I knew it was someone else. It was Robert Gates and he was preparing to fire another bullet.

"ZACH!" Harper shouted again desperation in her voice. Slowly Zach let his finger drop away from the trigger but he still held the gun high in the air. "I'm sorry about this," Harper said in a softer voice.

The woman fell to the floor in two seconds flat after being knocked out by Harper.

"We don't have to kill her, necessarily. We can spare her, maybe. For now let's just tie her up." Harper was already kneeling on the floor next to the woman preparing her to be lifted up.

Starring back over at the man I thought maybe he still might be alive. Maybe my brother only meant to stop him if not in the best way. My heart fell as I saw the bullet having hit his skull. There was no doubt now if Zach didn't want to kill him he would have shot him in the leg, arm, or even in the back. The head was the worst place to shoot it was the spot you wanted to hit if you really wanted someone dead.

Without thinking much more about it I went in search of a chair and rope.

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Zachary Goode's POV:

The woman was safely tied up unconscious and she would remain that way for hours to come. It surprised me that Harper wanted the woman's life spared I didn't understand it. This wasn't the Harper I thought I knew.

Clapping, slow clapping, came from through the doors as we all turned and saw Elicia and Mark entering the room. Elicia held her hands together now that we saw them.

"I must say I'm surprised Robert. I didn't think you were as cut out for this life as everyone seemed to be, but killing the man in that instant. Killing him when you didn't have to changed my mind and you would have done the same to the woman I have no doubt. That of course is if Eleanor,"—her gaze was sharp on Harper—"hadn't stopped you which is such a shame. Not what I expected from you but at least now we know. Oh, don't you love technology and the video cameras." She looked above herself and stared at the camera that was hidden in the rug.

Mark intercepted not looking quite as pleased. "You would have destroyed the video evidence, I hope as it was lesson number one. Don't let impulsive actions make you sloppy."

"Yes, I would have taken care of the data from all nine cameras in the room upstairs behind the trick wall." At that said Mark seemed to become less tense and more content.

"Very good, Robert," Elicia said with a smile before turning over to the three girls. "We'll take over from here, Eleanor, Cordelia. Luckily for her we're in a forgiving mood today. The car to take you back home is outside. I'm sure that's where you want to go know that your Aunt has lied and betrayed you. Promising you to keep you together safe under her care, am I right?" None of us spoke which to Elicia seemed to speak volumes. "What I thought, you just can't trust your outside family. You three are dismissed we'll take care of things and your Aunt Rachel. She'll receive what she deserves."

I was the first to walk out of the room and with a sense of pride. I had ended somebody's life true but they had deserved it. They had tried to take a member away and I wasn't going to let that happen. No, the man, whoever he was, needed to be taken out and now our aunt was next. I hope…

In my steps I paused. Was I just about to be glad about the idea of them torturing our aunt who may indeed have broken a promise but still was family, our aunt? It was then that it started to dawn on me what was going on.

Suddenly Harper shouted out, "Morgan!"

A/N: So what did you think? Review? [Insert: Puppy Dog Eyes]