Hey! Finally! It's probably going to be my last update… I've finally finished! This isn't checked yet so if I need to edit or add something, I'll update again :) Thanks so much to everyone whose read, it makes my day! And of course so much thanks to ChelseaDagger14 who has basically checked and commented on this whole story :) Some chapters are kinda short… :L Hope you like it though!

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Chapter 14

Cammie POV

Zach stood up to get the door. I could feel the bricks of our mission falling to pieces around me. I took a deep breath. I walked towards the door. I watched, as if hypnotized, as Zach reached out a hand and turned the knob. I watched as the man who haunted my dreams walked into the room. I placed a soft smile on my face and hoped he wouldn't notice my heart slowly shattering, every piece as sharp as glass, piercing me as I forced my eyes into his. They were dark brown. He was tall and looked like your average business man. But I knew better.

"Well aren't the birds flying high tonight?" he said lightly, his eyes dancing across the room. Zach smiled at him and extended an arm.

"Nice to meet you. Daniel Nathans," Zach said, snaking an arm around my waist.

"Leanne Howards," I smiled faintly at him, maintaining a steady tone. He smiled at me lightly, his eyes surveying me up and down. I suppressed a shudder.

"Nice to meet you both," he glanced back at me for a moment before looking at Zach, "I presume you have something for me?" I nodded and handed him the small envelope. He glanced at it critically. He seemed satisfied and smiled at us lightly again. His eyes seemed to linger on me for a second, but before I could be sure, he was looking at Zach.

"Enjoy the opera," he said smoothly before easing out the door. We waited, breath hitched until his footsteps faded into the muffled voice of the lady standing on the stage. I closed the door quietly. The room exhaled. Everyone relaxed a bit. Except me.

"Are you alright?" Zach asked me, looking concerned. I didn't met his eye; instead I stared right at the lady singing about a long lost dream, and I couldn't help but think some dreams don't stay lost forever.

"I'll tell you later," I said calmly, as I listened to a song with long lost dreams.

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Zach POV

I glanced at Cammie. She was perfectly composed, graceful and elegant, her face clear and relaxed. But I knew Cammie. I knew there was something bothering her. I watched as she clutched her arm rest, I watched as her eyes swarmed with long lost memories. I thought back to how she had squeezed my hand, as if something was killing her. I watched as her face went completely white, full of terror. And I watched and marvelled at how she pulled herself together and put on her cover. Like a spy. Like a Gallagher Girl. My Gallagher Girl. I turned back to the opera and slowly counted down the minutes until I could talk to my Gallagher Girl.

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The ride back to our house was quiet, nobody spoke. We were quite sure the mission had gone smoothly, but everyone knew something was wrong with Cammie. She didn't speak, she didn't look at any of us, instead she just looked out the window, at the white glowing moon, hanging above our heads. She fingered her silver bracelet from Jonathan, she had kept it in her pocket during the opera. I glanced at Bex briefly, she was watching Cammie silently, and she looked sad, as if she knew something. I leant over and grabbed Cammie's hand, she whipped around suddenly, startled at my sudden touch. I squeezed her hand gently. She smile faintly and turned back to the moon.

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"What happened?" I asked gently as Cammie sat on the couch her face blank, staring at the floor. We sat around her, staring at her expectantly. She took a deep breath.

"I know that man," she whispered shakily. She clenched her hand tightly, and closed her eyes.

"I… I know him. He was the man who…." We looked at her uncomprehending. She stared at her bracelet and bit her lip.

"He was the man who killed Jonathan," she said simply, curling her fingers into a fist and thrust them into her pockets, as if those few words chilled her more than anything. Everyone gasped slightly. We looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Are… Are you sure?" Nick asked weakly, already knowing the answer but having to ask it.

"I'm sure," she said lightly, "he's appeared in my dreams for the last three years anyway." She tried to laugh but she couldn't get it out of her mouth. She looked scared. I was scared.

"Don't worry Cammie, there's no way he could've remembered it was you," Liz clutched Cammie's hand tightly. The girls crowded around her, placing their arms around her. I glanced up and saw the guys looking uncomfortable, not sure what to do. I pulled Cammie into a hug. She leant her head on my shoulder lightly and I wrapped my arms around her, trying to protect her from anything that could hurt her.

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