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Epilogue: Good-byes and a Certain Letter

Cammie POV

It was the last day of semester and everyone was busy getting packed. As we promised Melanie, Zach and I talked over her idea and then we brought her proposition to Aunt Abby, Kate, my mother, and even my grandparents. Kate, naturally, thought it was a good idea. After all, it was Melanie's wish and she had been gone for five months! Abby was a little hesitant to even join us for Christmas but she gave in. She never spends Christmas with us and my mom was desperate. Mom liked the idea too. Grandma and Grandpa Morgan needed to meet Zach. Apparently that's what they said. It wasn't as if I brought home boyfriends every summer. Or winter. This should be interesting….

So here we were, my roommates and I, packing our things. It was always a bittersweet ending to our semester. Having to say good-bye to our friends and cohorts was always hard—even if we were saying good-bye to Tina for an entire month! Almost.

As we packed, we talked about our amazing semester together. As Mel had said, we did get the rest of the month of November off from classes. It was a nice change. I guess the teachers felt we deserved it after having to go through so much just to end up back here again. Solomon gave us a surprise, too, at the end of the semester: We didn't have to take our CoveOps final. We had already displayed a remarkable job defeating the Circle of Cavan. I was glad. I don't know if I could handle another "mission". Even if it was fake.

"So, Mace," Bex said, bringing up a topic we hadn't been able to discuss because the entire month of December was being spent studying for all our finals. "What's up with you and Nick? I mean, I know what's up but…what are your plans?"

Macey sighed happily, a boy sigh, something she'd been doing a lot lately. It was really out of character for her, but, as I predicted, I liked the new Macey. With just the right amount of the passive Macey. "Nick and I are…progressing quickly," she said. I knew she didn't want to say more but she continued, albeit, reluctantly. "He…is the most amazing boyfriend that I've ever had. And trust me, I've had a lot. He has made up for everything that seemed to hurt me. Now that I think about it, all that stuff that I thought I hated him for are so stupid." She sighed again, folding up a piece of laundry and storing it in her bags. "And as for our plans…honestly, Bex, we're only seventeen. It's not like we're going to get married!" She rolled her eyes like it was the most ludicrous thought in the world but I knew that the thought pleased her. And really, adulthood was just right around the corner for us. It wouldn't surprise me if they did get married.

Bex snorted. "Well, the way you act, it seems that you'll be together…forever." She gave a small, mocking sigh.

Macey glared and was about to comment when a familiar voice said from the doorway, "Well, I sure hope so." It was Nick. Of course.

Macey finished folding the shirt in her hands and then walked over to him, slipping her arms around his neck. He leaned down and kissed her. "Hey," he murmured. "Excited?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

She glanced back at us, a little guiltily. There was something she wasn't telling us. "Yes," she breathed. "I am."

I caught Liz and Bex's eyes, signaling that we should probably get out and leave them to their…business, whatever that was. They nodded and followed me as I silently slipped out of the room. I had a brace on so I didn't need to use the crutches. "Oh, don't go," Nick said. "The others are on their way. I just was a little more…eager, maybe." He smiled down at Macey as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world.

"O…kay," I dragged out. "We'll stay." I slipped past them, limping slightly, back into my room and picked up clothes, trying to ignore their whispered words that signified their undying love for each other.

Who knew falling in love could change a girl completely? Or maybe she was always like this but had been closed off when she came here in our sophomore year. Either way, the thought disgruntled me.

"Let's go for a walk," Nick said, ten minutes later when she was finished packing. "I need to show you something."

Macey smiled and took his hand, throwing a smile back at us as she left the room.

"Finally!" Bex muttered. "I thought I was going to puke just watching them. It's just like you and Zach were last year except they now know they're in love."

I laughed and smacked her. "Thanks, Bex. I'm glad to know that you are happy for me."

She grinned. "Anytime."

After about another ten minutes, none of the others had shown up. I slipped my last piece of cloth in my bag and then went to my bed to strip the sheets. I threw them in a pile by the door, leaving them where the person who washes them takes them to the laundry room, wherever that was. Not that we really had maids but someone washed them every semester. I just didn't know whom. And that bothered me.

I checked my closet one last time, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything. I had never taken everything home but my mom said I needed to this time. I don't know why.

I stood on a ladder, careful not to fall with my brace on, and looked on the top shelf. All the boxes were packed up in my mom's car. She was taking them home. Zach, Mel, and I were flying with Kate and Abby to Nebraska. (A/N: That is where her grandparents live, right?) She would follow us when she could get there.

I was about to descend the latter when something caught my eye. It was a book, buried way back on the back of the closet. How had I not seen it before? I carefully pulled if off the shelf, staring at it for a long time.

"Cam?" Bex's voice came to me through my haze. I looked at her. "Are you coming? We're going to find those boys who were supposed to be here forever ago."

I shook my head. "I'll follow in a minute." I held up the book and her eyes softened. She knew where it had come from.

"Okay. I'll tell Zach to come here if you aren't with us when we find them."

I nodded and smiled. "Thanks, Bex. You're the best."

She gave me a smile that would make any boy fall in love with her. But she only used it for her friends. And Grant. "I know I am." She winked and then whisked Liz out the door, sneakily closing it in the process.

I stepped down the ladder, staring at the book that had been missing. I had forgotten about it. It was one that my dad had gotten me a year before he died. The Little Princess. That was what it was called. He had gotten it for me to remind me that I was also a princess, not just a spy.

I sat down on the first bed that I came to and stared down at the tattered book. It had been years since I'd seen it. Dad had read it to me when he got it and I had loved it. The girl in it—Sara—was remarkably kind and strong, even after she found out her father died.

I choked back a sob as I realized the connection we shared. Except my father hadn't miraculously shown up.

Carefully, I opened the book. The title page showed, in my father's handwriting, This book belongs to Cameron Ann Morgan. From her father, Christopher Andrew Morgan for her seventh birthday. I love you, Cammie. Never forget who you are and remember that you can be both strong-willed and laid back. Be the princess you are.

Unbidden tears slid down my cheeks. I remembered this birthday so well. I had asked my dad why he had gotten me a book. He'd laughed and said it would make me smarter. He also said that he thought I could relate to Sara.

He had been right. I flipped the next page but the book, apparently, didn't want to oblige. A piece of paper fell out of the book as I opened to the page it had book marked. Crouching down, I picked up the delicate piece of stationary. I opened it once and instantly recognized the handwriting. My dad's.

And then I remembered when he'd given it to me. He'd said, "Whenever you're ready, Cammie, open this letter and I'll always be with you. Always." That was right before his blackout mission. The one he was supposed to destroy the Circle of Cavan.

With unsteady fingers, I opened the third flap. I closed my eyes as more tears slid down my cheeks. Was I really ready for this? Did I really want to hear what my father had to say?

The answer came to me just as quickly as the questions had: Yes. Yes, I really did. I was ready. Slowly, I opened my eyes. My father's words flashed before me:

My dearest daughter,

Cammie, if you're reading this then you know I am dead by the hands of the organization called the Circle of Cavan. You must also know that they are after you and Zachary Goode, whom I'm sure you've met. Be careful, Cam. They are stealthy and can get almost anything or anyone they wish to.

I write this as I watch you sleep. Your mother is getting ready for the next semester at Gallagher Academy. You're there right now, aren't you? It really is an amazing school. You and your mother are very lucky to be able to go there.

I cannot express any words to describe my love toward you and your mother. I knew the moment that Jake asked me to go on this mission that I wouldn't be returning. He gave Jared and I a choice though and I was half-tempted to say no. I'd get more time with you and your mother that way. However, I knew I couldn't. How could I say no to an opportunity of possibly saving billions of people's lives? How could I meet my Maker, knowing that I could have saved lives and still not go? It was a chance I was willing to take. A chance I knew I had to. Jared, too, felt this way. He told his wife, Annie. She wasn't too happy. She didn't want him to go but he had no choice. Well, he did but he couldn't let me go alone. I would have let him stay but he's just as stubborn as your mother is. Even if he did have a toddler at home.

Cammie, I cannot tell you the depth of my pain right at this moment as I watch your seven-year-old body sleep peacefully through the night. I cannot express any words to show that I wish you wouldn't have to endure what I know is going to happen. Soon enough, you'll be learning to be a spy at Gallagher, like you are now, most likely, and you'll have to endure so much that it kills me. Your mother and I couldn't keep you in the dark though. You were always smart that way. You had your ways of doing things and we both knew that if we didn't tell you the truth, you would figure it out on your own.

Watching you now, dear, gives me great relief, knowing you won't be alone. Your mother will raise you with such fervor and love that you'll be as great a spy as she. As great a woman as she. I wish I could be there to see you grow from the little girl you are now, to the striking young teenager that I know you'll be, to the beautiful, mature adult that will make men fall for you. I remember when I first saw your mother. I'll spare you the details but I know that I felt suddenly whole. I felt that I needed to have that beautiful girl standing with the Director of the CIA (her father, you know. She probably never has told you that). I remember thinking that I wanted her. I needed her. Her father introduced us with a slight smirk on his face. It was the best day of my life, the day I met Rachel Cameron. That's why we named you Cameron.

As things turned out, we got married. A year later, we had a beautiful baby girl: You.

Cammie, watching you transition from a toddler—though you were hardly a toddler, walking before you were ten months old—to a girl is enough for me and that's the only way I know I can go on this mission. The things you do remind me of your mother but also of myself. It is good to know that there are some qualities that you'll remember me by.

I know that this probably gives you much pain, knowing that I really am dead. You're like me in that way, always trying to find a loophole, some sign that someone is okay or that something is right or wrong. You have to accept it though. I know that Rachel will keep you in the dark about my death. I'm not even sure if she'll know the whole story. Right now, I don't either. I just know that I won't be returning to you. I don't want you and your mother to dwell too much on my death. Life is too bright to let a simple death bring you down. There are so many things you can do. I want you to take every opportunity you have to hug someone. Kiss someone. Love someone. Give them a compliment. I want you to take every opportunity to party. Have fun. Live. Laugh. Love. Dream. You can have the most extraordinary dreams because it's your life. I don't want you to think of me and cry. I want you to think of your dear old dad and smile. Remember the smiling me. Block out those times of darkness when I was angry or sad. Just remember the times we played together, the times we laughed.

It's nearly dawn, dear, and you're stirring. I wish I could suspend this moment in time. Your mother is just coming in the room to see what I'm doing. She smiled when she saw me. I wish I could live with this moment forever: Me, watching you sleep and your mother, smiling beautifully at me.

Unfortunately for me, I haven't acquired that talent and I probably never will. Always remember that I love you forever, Cammie. When you are in pain, take this letter out and read it. Hold me in your heart always. Remember me with a smile and live life to the fullest degree. Dream of me. I love you.

Lots of love,

Chris Morgan

Father of Cameron Ann Morgan…you

Tears were running down my face and I choked back a sob as I finished it. I smiled slightly as I wiped the tears away. This sounded like my dad. I knew that it was. My fingers trailed across his signature and a fresh wave of tears overwhelmed me. I read it a few more times over, each time bringing tears. Each time also brought more laughs and smiles. Dad knew Zach. How come I didn't know Jared? I must have met him sometime….

I looked in the envelope and realized I hadn't pulled something out. I grabbed hold of it and it came into view. It was a picture, or rather a stack of them. The first one was a picture of six people. I recognized four of them: Abby, Joe, my dad and my mom. The other two looked vaguely familiar…..Jared and Annie. Jared had the features that Zach was gaining. I knew immediately who it was and I realized that I had known Jared. He'd come to our house on numerous occasions.

I flipped to the next picture. This one was of Annie and my mom, holding two babies, smiling at the camera. I knew the one in my mother's arms must be me. Which meant the one in Annie's arms would have been Zach. So I did know Zach…as a baby. Smiling, I caressed the picture of him. Even as a baby, he was beautiful.

"Knock, knock," a familiar voice interrupted. Thankfully, it was the only one I wanted to hear right now. "Can I come in?"

I got up, bringing the photos and the letter with me, wiping my tears. I didn't even give a hello as I gave Zach an unexpected hug, burying my face in his chest. His strong arms wrapped around me and when he pulled back, he looked confused. "What was that for?" he asked slyly.

I smiled, pulling him into the room. "I just needed to show how much I love you."

"Oh." He looked rather disappointed. "There are other ways of showing that," he said with a wink.

I smirked. "Yeah, I know but it didn't seem right at the moment." I sat down on my bed and he followed.

His face hovering close to mine, he whispered, "It's always right when you kiss me." He leaned forward and kissed me. It was exactly what I needed.

After a moment, we pulled back and I wiped my eyes again, for good measure. I guess I wasn't really afraid to show that I had been crying. In front of Zach anyway.

He cocked his head. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I just…found this…." I blinked fast as new tears threatened to come. "Read it. I don't mind."

He took it from my hands and looked through it. "This is from your dad, Cam. I couldn't read something so private."

I shook my head. "I think you should read it." I crossed my arms, ready to argue but he smiled and said, "If you insist."

It took him about two minutes to read through it and then he smiled. "He's right, you know," he said quietly. "Your dad. You are beautiful and every guy would fall for you. With the exception of Grant, Nick, and Jonas."

I smiled and snuggled closer to him as he wrapped an arm around me. I picked up the photos and showed them to him. He looked at the first one with a small smile. "Dad…" he murmured. "Wow. These were in there?"

I nodded. "Do you want this one?" I asked him quietly, holding out the one with his parents and mine and Abby and Joe. "You can have it."

He shook his head. "We can just make copies. Go through the rest of them," he directed.

I showed him the one with our moms holding us. "I like this one," he said with a smirk. I punched him. "Ow! Jeez, Gallagher Girl, you punch hard."

I smirked. The next one I hadn't looked at. It was one with our dads holding us, pretending to be grossed out by the baby in their arms. Zach and I laughed hard and it took us a minute to control it.

I flipped to the next one. It was of Zach and I as three year olds, playing in the mud. I smiled. "Hm…I like this one too. It proves that we did know each other. Just not after the age of three."

He smiled too. "Yeah. I like it too."

The rest of the pictures were of our parents and us. On the back of each photo there was a note. "Cammie and Zach, we love you. Love, your parents." Or "Cammie, don't let Zach get away from ya. He's a good one. Love, your daddy." Obviously they knew way in advance that we'd meet eventually…and fall in love…and hopefully live happily ever after.

There was a loud knock on the door. I jumped. Abby walked in without waiting for an answer. "Well, aren't you two getting cozy." She smirked. And then her eyes landed on the letter. "Oh," she breathed. "You found your dad's letter." She smiled when she saw the pictures. "And the pictures he left."

I nodded as she held out her arms. I gave her a big hug and smiled up at her. "Are we ready?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Zach's stuff is already out there. Why don't we all help carrying yours?"

"I already got it," Zach cut in. We both turned to see him effortlessly carrying probably one hundred pounds of luggage.

I smiled at him. "Good." I walked over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Abby!" A certain eight year olds voice echoed through the halls as she scampered toward my room. "Are they coming? Director says we have to hurry!"

Abby smirked as Melanie walked into the room. "Yes, Mel, we're coming. Zachy's getting Cam's stuff for her."

Melanie looked at her brother, her eyebrows knitted together. "What?" Zach asked.

In a conspiratorial whisper, she leaned toward Abby and I and said, "He never does this stuff at home. He must really love Cammie." She giggled.

"Excuse me! I don't like being left out of conversations, ya know," he said exasperated.

Melanie smirked. "I said that you must really love Cammie if you do this for her and not me."

He rolled his eyes and smiled at me. "Yes, Mel. Yes, I do."

She sighed but didn't comment. "Let's get going! I want to meet Cammie's grandparents." Melanie had been so excited when we'd told her. In the last few weeks, I'd grown to love the girl more than I could have imagined. She was a blessing to me. She had also stopped having nightmares and I was glad. My nightmares however were still there….

We followed her out the doors of Gallagher where a limo was waiting for all of us. It would take us to the airport where a CIA operative would escort us to Nebraska in a private jet, courtesy of Callahan.

Callahan took my luggage from Zach and loaded it into the abnormally large trunk of the limo. "Well, I guess we'll see you after winter break, Abby."

My aunt smiled. "Yes, we will." She looked around. "Where's Kate?"

"Right here!" Zach's aunt called. "Sorry. Last minute thing. I realized I had to call Damian and let him know what we were doing for Christmas." She skidded to a halt in front of us.

Zach rolled his eyes. I had heard a lot about Damian Ride, the guy Kate had fallen madly in love with. "When are you guys going to get married?" he asked.

Kate smiled. "I don't know. I'm hoping he'll propose soon…." He just shook his head, deciding it was best not to meddle with Kate's fantasies.

"You kids have fun, alright?" Callahan said. "I want to know all about your adventures in Nebraska when you get back." He eyed both Zach and I. "And behave." He gave a pointed look to where Zach's arm was around my waist.

Zach smirked. "Sure thing, sir." He kissed the top of my head just to irritate the man.

Callahan shook his head. "Don't let this one go, Goode. She's a keeper."

I could feel Zach's blazing green eyes on me. "Yes, she is, sir. Yes, she is."

"Well, take care. I guess you don't want to miss your flight." Callahan opened the door and Zach motioned for me to get in first. I stepped in but before I could get my whole body in, I heard my name being called.

Whirling around, I suddenly felt guilty. I was going to leave without saying good-bye. Cue the guilt trip…now.

"Cammie!" Bex said, panting. "Were you really going to leave without saying good-bye?"

I smiled. "Sorry. I just…found something."

She smiled too, remembering my book. "Of course." She proceeded to wrap me in a big hug. "I love you. Don't let Zach get into too much trouble in Nebraska. And have fun." She released me and Grant came from Zach's side and gave me a big hug too.

"Take care of my boy, Zachy over here, mm kay?" he said. I laughed slightly and nodded. Grant had taken to calling Zach by Mel's nickname for him since he found out about it.

Liz tackled me in a hug next and she said, "Remember that you're still a spy and someone is always going to be after you." Leave it to Liz to dampen the day. I smiled at her and hugged her back anyway.

Jonas came next, giving me an awkward hug that was more like a pat on the back. It didn't surprise me though.

Macey came next, releasing Nick and coming to me. I noticed a necklace with her name engraved on it hanging from her neck. She caught me looking and smiled. "Nick," was her only explanation. It must have been what he wanted to show her.

I hugged her tightly and said, "So you and Nick are spending the holidays together?"

She pulled back and blushed, nodding. "Yes. Our families were thrilled when they found out we were dating."

I smirked as Nick came and gave me a hug after giving Zach one of those man-hugs. The one where they put one arm around each other and it looks like they're trying to, like, I don't know, squeeze each other to death? That one. "Thanks for helping me, Cam. With Macey." I gave him a confused look. "She said you said a lot of good things. You were always on my side."

I smiled. "No problem."

"It's time to go, Cam," Abby said impatiently, tapping her foot.

"Bye, guys. Have a good break. I love you all!" I said as Zach helped me into the limo. He slid in after me.

"So what do you think? Was that a good semester?" he asked with a smile.

I nodded. I noticed that Kate, Abby, and, reluctantly, Melanie had inconspicuously claimed the back of the limo and were currently rolling up the windows. Nice subtlety, guys, really nice.

I laced my fingers with his as I answered. "I think it was a pretty good semester. Well, I wouldn't say good but I would say"—I squeezed his hand, making a point—"it was worth it."

He smirked and when he kissed me, I felt like a million weights had been lifted off my shoulders.

What a perfect ending to a hectic semester. Who would have thought that I would get on a jet, take a roundabout way to Scotland, get captured in the middle, almost lose my boyfriend, almost die, and then end up right here, in his arms? I would say that I had a pretty good—or maybe lucky—life.

I couldn't wait for next semester!

Oh…it's over. Wow. It's really over! My first story! Omigosh, you guys, I'm so excited!!! This is like the epitome of my career. I have never finished a multi-chaptered story before. This is a time for celebration: *Dancing around room. Sharing cookies.* Ha ha.

Eh, the ending was a little clichéd but I liked it. I think it was perfect. I almost wrote more but I couldn't think of what else to say. This wasn't even supposed to be that long. Oops.

Also, I am going to go back and fix Abby's last name in that chapter…eventually. That's why I said Rachel Cameron in Cammie's letter.

I cried writing Cammie's letter from her dad. It was sad. I mean, her dad is really dead. How terrible is that? Anyway, I'm going to post an author's note for thank yous and a vote. I'll explain when I get it posted. I love you all and I hope you keep me on alert!

~XJamesBondX