The Catch: Morgan/ Goode

-Morgan

It took forever, but we finally boarded the plane and took off.

One thing you should know, Washington D.C. is seriously amazing. It's got so many things to see. Of course, when I was seeing all the sites, (White House, Lincoln Memorial, etc.) I was looking for a familiar symbol, can you guess which one? The Circle of Cavan? Ding, Ding, Ding, we have a winner!

Going into the Lincoln Memorial was when I saw it. I hated seeing it; it made me think of that day on the roof with Macey. I flinched at the memory.

The man was young; about mid-20s. He had short black hair and green eyes. He was wearing a suit, not really normal for a tourist. He had a ring on with the symbol. I couldn't figure out why he would be here. It was crowded and everyone was taking pictures.

I followed him down the street keeping my distance. He used many (And I mean many) countersurveillance technics.

Luckily, he still didn't see me.

Sadly, I didn't know somebody else did.

-Goode

Does Cammie know?" I asked, turning around and looking him in the eye.

He shook his head and said, "No."

Then I turned around and left.

I was going to find Cammie.

Especially before she found out and did something stupid.

The girls and I (Made me sound like a ladies man right? Ow, Bex.) Borrowed a car and may have speeded towards the airport. Miserably, we missed the flight Gallagher Girl was on. Better news, we caught the next flight and would only have to wait an hour.

The plane ride didn't take long, but it felt like forever.

We left the airport in a rush. We borrowed another car and parked outside D.C.

We all got out.

"So? What's out next plan?" Bex asked, leaning against the car.

"I say we split up," I said.

Macey frowned but nodded.

Liz was slowly nodding her head.

"Well?" Bex asked.

"Um, How about Liz and Bex, and then Macey and me?" I asked.

"Sure," Liz said and Macey handed out comms unit.

"Just tell us if you need us." Bex said. She gave Macey a wary look and we went our separate ways.

Macey and I wondered the streets, passing the street venders and looking for Cam.

"So, what's up with you?" I asked looking around.

"What do you mean?" She asked faking her confusion.

"Why are you acting so… so down?" I asked.

"I'm just not into this anymore, okay?" She asked. "I just want to go home."

I nodded, not really understanding what she meant but knowing that's all the information I was going to get out of her.

Not that I wasn't listening to Macey but I was more concerned with listening to my comms units.

Suddenly I heard Bex talk and I jumped.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Macey said. "Zachy's losing his touch."

"Shhhhh," I said and listened to Bex's conversation.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Bex ask.

"Well, I may have just activated your trackers," I heard a voice say that sounded very familiar. And I guess I was right, because Macey gasped and mouthed two words:

"Joe Solomon."

Author's note: I'm sorry! I know it's short. I feel so bad. Am I the only one who smiles crazily at the screen when I get a review? Please review and tell me your thoughts: Good and bad. I really do appreciate it.

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