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Chapter 9-
I don't know how long we stood in that doorway just holding and kissing each other, and I didn't really care. All I knew was that this was my wife and I loved her, even though I couldn't remember it. At least, I hadn't been able to. Now as I stood there memories started flooding back to me just as they had before. All of the good and bad times we'd shared were remembered at that moment. They all told me one thing- this was my Gallagher Girl.
When we finally had to stop for air, I noticed the girl sitting on the bed next to Belle for what seemed like the first time. She saw me looking over by her and she waved at me. ""I don't suppose you remember me do you?"
She looked about Cammie's age and had black hair that ran down her back. She was wearing a colorful blouse with black jeans that probably wouldn't look good on anyone else. "Sorry, no," I answered.
Cammie said, "This is Macey. She was my roommate along with Bex and Liz when we went to school here." She looked at Macey. "A few months ago, some agents tried to kidnap and kill her. She decided the safest place for her was Gallagher, so here she is."
I looked at Cammie. "Have you been here since Belle got you out?"
"Yeah. Belle drove me here right after she broke me out, and I've been here ever since."
I didn't say anything after that. I just kept looking at Cammie. She was so beautiful.
Finally Belle broke the silence. "So Cammie, where's Liz?"
"You know Liz. We just can't keep her away from the lab."
Macey broke in. "Ever since Fibs retired she's been down there everyday teaching the little snots how to become amazing freaky geniuses like she is."
Belle laughed. "That sounds like something Liz would do."
We talked pleasantly for a while longer about some other stuff. Cammie and Belle talked a lot about the baby that was coming, too. They seemed to have already decided that Cammie would get the baby since she'd always wanted to be a mother. Plus, Belle didn't really want to keep a baby that wasn't Grant's too.
"So," Cammie asked. "Have you heard anything about Grant?"
Belle looked down, tears forming in her eyes. "I know he's not dead. Not yet anyway. Last I heard he was still being held in the prison in Rio that I was telling you about."
Cammie put an arm around her. "I'm sure he'll be okay. Grant's strong. He'll hold out."
Belle sniffed. "I know. I just wish he were here with me."
Cammie looked at me. "I know how you feel," she said.
Suddenly, the door burst open and a girl in a lab coat ran through the room and literally jumped on top of Belle. She screamed happily, "Belle! You're here!"
"Hi, Lizzie!" Belle said, equally excited. "How've you been?"
"So good. I just figured out how to use a carbon solution mixed with a combination of illegal chemicals and crack to make the perfect antidote for bronchitis! And if you add in a peach blossom, you smell fruity!"
"It sounds like a lot of work to me," said Macey, who was now flipping through a magazine.
"Actually it didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would. I think it may have taken longer to make that acne solution than it did to make this. Oh, and I perfected the boy translation machine for the ninth graders. And remember that old van? It's not up to 8,000 miles per gallon." Liz was beaming with joy. She looked like a little kid with her hair in two messy braids and what looked like dirt smeared across her face. For the first time, she noticed me. "Oh, hi Zach I didn't see you there."
"Hi, Liz."
As we all caught up with each other and talked about things, everyone seemed to relax. I noticed, however, that everyone seemed to refrain from talking about the one girl who wasn't there. For reasons I'll probably never know, nobody had any interest in bringing up Bex Baxter. It was like the mere mention of her name brought everyone into a sad, gloomy state.
Just as I was thinking this, there was a light knock on the door. It was pushed opened and a head peered in. She looked maybe about 14, probably a student here. She said, "The headmistress sent me to tell you that there are people here who are looking for him." She pointed to Zach. "And they have someone named Grant with them." Then she closed the door and left, not realizing that what she had just said had been the best and worst news anyone in the room had heard in a very long time.
Sorry guys, I know it's shortish and not very good, but I'm having writer's block with this story. I don't want to leave it unfinished like I did with my last one, but I'm all out of ideas, so it might take a while for me to update. Sorry bout that. Review!