Wow, I am so sorry for the long update time! I wanted to finish my other story…I'm also sorry for changing the name, this story was CAMMIE MORGAN: ON THE RUN. I decided that Cameron sounded more…mature? I really don't know but I liked it better. I also apologize for changing the crossover characters. This is now a Gallagher Girls/ALEX RIDER crossover…I'm sorry I just changed my mind…Thanks to Giggelsrocksodoi, GoodeSpyYoung96, Duchess55, hearts4ever, maka, (oh and maka, MI6 is like Britain's Secret Service concerned with outside matters while MI5 is more home affairs and internal matters! Bex's parents work for MI6), overachiever13, VampireBookAddict, Insanely Me, and Blue Bananana for reviewing! Well, I hope you'll still enjoy the story…

A few restless hours after Bex woke me up, we arrived in London. The airport was bustling with people from all over the world. All around me I caught snippets of conversations in at least eight other languages. Bex grinned as she grabbed my hand, basically dragging me through the crowd to find our luggage. We grabbed our bags and Bex lead me to a door on the west side of the airport. As we stepped out side, we were greeted by a blast of cold air and a few snow flurries. Grinning Bex said, "Come on, Markus should be parked over here."

Before I could answer, Bex started off at an unbelievable pace considering how long we had been on a plane. I quickly caught up to her and we scanned the parking lot for her parent's limo. Bex smiled and pointed. I followed her gaze and my eyes fell on a long black limo. Bex took off running and suddenly energized, I raced after her. Bex dropped her luggage a few away from the car and flung herself into her father's arms. I casually glanced be hind me at the airport door just in time to see a flash of color as someone quickly turned to go inside the building. That's weird, My thoughts were interrupted as Mr. Baxter said, "Cameron, it's so good to see you, how's your mom?"

I smiled and replied truthfully, "It's good to see you, too. My mom is doing well, thanks."

Mr. Baxter nodded, "That's great. Are you two ready to head home?"

I nodded and Bex picked up luggage and asked, "Where's Mum?"

"Her flight was delayed in Turkey, something about the weather. She should be getting in early tomorrow morning." He said as the chauffeur, Markus, place the bags in the trunk, closing in with a secure click.

Bex nodded, "Oh."

Mr. Baxter smiled as he held open the door for Bex and me, "Don't worry, by the time you get up in the morning, honey."

I didn't hear Bex's reply as I stepped into the limo's luxurious interior. There was room for at least eight people inside and it still fit a small, but well stocked bar. The black seats were a soft leather, the windows were tinted and (So Bex said) bullet proof. I was completely safe. Nothing to worry about. And yet I was still worried. The chauffeur closed the door and started the almost inaudible engine. As we drove I listened to Bex and her father catch up. Bex turned to me and said, "You're being awfully quite. Are you all right?"

I smiled, "Sure, I'm fine, just tired."

Bex stared hard at me but she said nothing. Mr. Baxter nodded, "Eight hours in a long time to spend in a plane…especially with Bex."

I laughed as Bex playfully hit her dad, "I won't make any comment on that, Bex might kill me in my sleep."

"Well you might be right," Bex said, "I could do a lot of damage to you with the way you sleep. I don't think an earthquake could wake you up!"

We all laughed and continued the small talk until we arrived at Bex's house. Or should I say mansion? I personally think it's huge but Bex thinks everyone lives in 50 room houses. The front of the house is brick and it's surrounded by a beautifully maintained garden.

Mr. Baxter led the way inside. The house is beautifully furnished in Victorian era antiques. I gapped at all the amazing details, but Bex grabbed my arm ad led me up the grand staircase, "Come on, let me show you your room, you're going to love it!"

"How are you so peppy?" I asked as Bex led me past ten or so doors to another staircase.

Bex didn't answer so I asked another question, "Why are we going up stairs?"

Bex shrugged as she led the way upstairs, "Duh, we're going to my floor."

"What?" I stopped as Bex stared down at me, "You have an entire floor to your self?"

"Yea...so?"

Before I could answer she turned and quickly mounted the stairs. "So not many girls have their own floor!" I muttered as I followed her at a decidedly slower pace.

All the spy training in the world couldn't have prepared me for Bex's 'floor'. It was massive! There was one main room and four other rooms that had doors. I dropped the bags I was carrying and gapped at the huge room.

"Well?" Bex smiled.

"Holy cow, this is seriously your entire floor?" I asked.

"Yep, home sweet home." Okay, let me describe the main room. If your thinking this is like an attic floor, you're wrong. Seriously wrong. There are four floors in this house, five if you count the basement. Back to the main room, it has to be at least 15 by 20 feet. The room is more modern than the downstairs but not so much that it felt cold. The color scheme was bright pink, maroon (more of a dark purple really), and black. Very Bex-ish.

There was a small kitchenette in the far corner and a sunken living room took up most of the middle, yea you read that right sunken living room. A HUGE wrap around couch defined the living room area and a flat screen TV dominated the far wall. Behind the couch was an air hockey table and a cabinet. "What's in the cabinet?" I asked as I ventured closer to the edge of the pit.

"Movies," Bex said boredly, "Are you done gawking? I want to show you your room."

I nodded and followed her down the hall; she reached for the first door on the left, and said "This is my workout room."

The workout was, you guessed it, HUGE! And better then some private gyms I've been in. Seriously, there had to be a dozen different types of exercise equipment and A LAP POOL! "You have a lap pool up here?" I asked in awe.

"No, that's my bath tub." Bex answered flatly.

"Haha you're hilarious Bex, geeze, if you don't want to be a spy you could always be a comedian." I answered with a straight face.

Without answering Bex walked out of the room. I followed as she walked across the hallway, "This is my room." She said with a smile.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside. This time I was prepared. Again, the room was huge and it had the same colors as the main room, but, boy oh boy was it beautiful. It had everything a normal room has; a desk and a bed, but it also had a TV, a computer, a fireplace, and a balcony. The room is so stupendous it's hard to describe. Think something so amazing it takes your breath away...even when you think you're prepared! I walked tentatively further into the room, flowing Bex to another door, "Bathroom."

I nodded and peaked inside. It wasn't as big as I expected but still big and beautiful, "Awesome." I said with a smile.

"Now the best part; the closet!" Bex said as she sauntered over to yet another door. With a smile she flung the door open and steeped back. The closet was bigger than our room at Gallagher, heck it was bigger than any room I've ever had. And it was full of clothes. Not over flowing, but getting there. "How can one girl have that many clothes? I haven't had that many clothes in my entire life!" I asked with a smile.

"I have a lot of personality, there for I need lots of clothes." She answered as she closed the door. I shook my head as she continued, "Are you ready to see your room?"

"Of course!" I said happily.

"Well the let's go!"

I followed Bex out the door excitedly, never looking back. She crossed the hall and opened the door next to the workout room. "You open it." She said.

I nodded, grabbing the handle and flung open the door. The room is indescribable. It's so amazing, Bex has it all painted my favorite colors and things that I like are sprinkled through out. I turn to her and embraced her in a hug, "Thank you so much, it's…absolutely perfect!"

She smiled, "I'm glad…Cam I just want you know, if you ever need somewhere…a second home…you can always come here, you'll be welcomed with open arms."

"Thanks Bex, you don't know how much that means to me." I said sincerely.

"I'll let you get some sleep and I'll see you when you get up. Oh, the bathroom's over there." She said pointing.

I nodded and she left the room. I quickly took a hot shower in the awesome bathroom, changed into my favorite pjs and climbed into bed. With a sigh I pulled up the ultra soft/warm blankets up to my chin, settling in for a long night.

As I drifted off to sleep I had this odd feeling I was being watched…

I know this is kind of boring chapter but I wanted to paint a picture of Bex's house in your mind! I really don't know when I'll have the next chapter but…please keep reading! Don't give up on me!

Oh, and please review and I don't own anything!

-Agent Striker

P.S. And most of the chapters won't be this long!