Grant's POV

You know the tiniest thing that you value and carve into your memory so that it last forever? It's those moments in life where you wish they would never end. And you always end up hating that person who ends it all. That is why, right now, at this moment I hate myself. I ask myself why I always find a way to leave when what I really want to stay. There's not an ounce of regret in seeing Bex. In fact, I wish I hadn't left at all. To stay by her side and not to have been gone; that's what I want. To be next to her and her beauty, hear her voice, her laugh, I think I'd give up my career as a spy just to have those things. But for now I know what I have to do. Finish my job in the MI6 and get rid of the circle. The faster; the better. I promise myself this as I walk through the door.

(Didn't want to interrupt but has anybody wondered how strong both their feelings are that they share dreams? Please answer)

The first thing I did was go to my computer. I had to wait a while because of all the firewalls that were loading. While it loaded I filled in my log book or on other words my journal. What I saw; a message in my computer from 'Anonymous' it read:

'Grant! Thanks a great deal for taking me to him

It meant a lot to me to see him again. By the way I saw

You with that girl ;) Ooh-la-la! We're both lucky people

Anyway Thanks again!'

I smiled to myself and typed in 'you are welcome, Jezebel.' I just be happening to be doing four things right. Being official with Bex, reuniting Jezebel with Dillon, bringing justice to James, and seeing Bex again. Now, what am I going to do about this covert war?

Bex's POV

On Saturday I woke up with a smile slapped to my face. Three roommates looking at me like if I have been on drugs. I have this light, giggly, happy floating feeling inside of me. I leap off the bed. And I startle them by telling them.

"Today's a beautiful day." Then get change for breakfast.

For breakfast I eat a Belgian waffle with syrup and strawberries. And I felt multiple un-spy-like stares. I.E. my smile hadn't worn off. Naturally, I stared at them back. They stared. I stared. They stared. I stared until I grew tired of it.

"Is there a problem?" I ask exhilarated.

"No problem." Muttered Liz and she dug into her gourmet breakfast. Everything was fine.

"It's just…" Macey trailed off. "You're happy." Cammie said.

"Is that bad?" I ask nonchalantly. Macey mumbles "that's weird". So basically the moment I get out of my sulking depression everybody thinks something is wrong with me. For their information I am perfectly fine. I merely had an amazing time last night with Grant. But they don't know that.

"Yes." Replied Zach. I saw Cammie elbow him. But I scoffed when she asked if we could both get along. Zach and I vowed a silent unspoken vowed hate our guts.

"No." We replied in unison. "Sorry Cam."

Macey spun and felt my forehead. "No fever."

I bit into my food and it tasted queer. Light-headedly I passed out.

2 hours 4 blood tests 10 drug tests later and who know what else

My attempt to stand up failed. I was hog-tied down to a chair with every rope and knot known to man. Essentially, the entire things I had suggested to do to Macey when her father was campaigning and we thought the Circle was after her for being Gillian's descendant, was done to me. Ha funny.

"All tests were negative." I head Jonas say. Liz said. "That was the normal her?"

"Bloody hell! Yes that's the normal me!" I yelled. Dear me did I forget to mention… they gagged me and bound my hands. MY 'lovely' friends are far too precautious. But saw from the shiny table Zach ungagging me.

"Bex, how did you turn from Queen of Darkness to Lady of Mellowness?" Cammie interrogated. I don't know if this is a project or what but they better watch their backs.

"Is it wrong for me to get a reality check and now start enjoying life?" I could see Liz's 'what am I contributing here' expression. I get change of heart and now I have to suffer the third degree.

"No, but why now?" Macey crossed her arms. Baxter's don't crack I reminded myself as. I ignore the question and push myself against the wall dragging Zach with me, making him fall. I lifted the chair and placed one of the legs on his neck. With deliberate balance I choke him or not. A technique my father taught me when I was ten and I thought I would never use. "This is stupid guys."

"Let me go." He barked. Blackthorne I can take on but not Gallagher.

"Sure. Just as soon as they let me go first." No one moved. I could moved or ushered a word. I could have asked again but I remembered about the knife in my back. I cut the ropes surrounding me setting myself free but could not manage to do my hands.

"Fine." I got up taking Zach as my hostage he struggled under my grip. And walked until I felt the floor hollow which when I said.

"I think we're done here." I stomped the floor furiously and I dropped around ten feet. But that was before I pushed him towards them. That scene was ridiculous.

Stupid chapter. I know don't hold it against me.