Finally, the last chapter. Thank you so much to all the incredible and patient people that read this and to the amazing people who commented and continued to encourage me to finish it.

I'll be at college starting next week, but I will think about writing the next book if you guys would like it.

I had just found out that the Circle was after a Gallagher girl. My mind was hurtling at full speed as I attempted to figure out why the Circle would be after a Gallagher girl, why my mother would be after a Gallagher girl.

Then, I heard the soft careful footsteps I'd come to know so well, walk towards me.

"You're already packed."

Cammie anxiously flipped her hair and watched me quietly, feeling the deafening silence.

"We've all got baggage," I murmured.

What was there to say? We watched the other Blackthorne boys packing their few belongs and swinging backpacks over their shoulders. With a slightly worried look she pointed to the purpling bruise on the side of my face.

"That looks bad."

"It isn't. He-"

"Hits like a girl?" She said with a teasing smirk on her lips.

But, I didn't smile. All I could do was look at her; her wispy nutmeg hair and ever changing eyes that were now a light swirl of blue and green. She was beautiful in a mysterious and subtle way. Not a bombshell like Macey, or jaw-dropping like Bex, or even a cute pixie like Lizzie, but hidden. She was the Chameleon, constantly blending so that it was easy to miss, but as I looked at her, really looked at her, her beauty made my heart skip a beat. In a completely cool and masculine way.

But, even deeper than that, she was determined and passionate. She was not to be underestimated. Obviously, I was better, but I mean, let's be serious; there are few who can surpass me. That's not even cockiness, that's fact. Yet, she had forced me to give her respect.

"Not the girls I know," I replied quietly.

She glanced up at me and we just looked at each other, analyzing each other, reading each other, trying to gain a last full profile of the other to store away in our memories. Then, without a word, she turned slowly and walked away.

I watched her go and thought of the wonderful life she was returning to, a loving mom, loyal friends, and a close sisterhood of spies. A life that didn't include me, shouldn't include me.

And yet, as I watched her walk away I couldn't help but wish that somehow it could. I mean, in this crazy twisted world of spies and secrets, there was a chance that our paths could cross again. There was a chance that I would want our paths to intertwine at some point.

My memories of her flooded through my mind: meeting her in the elevator, trying to comfort her after seeing Josh, how stunning she looked at the ball, dancing with her and dipping her, her grabbing my hand as we ran during the Code Black, our library date, holding her close at the fireplace as she told me about her dad, almost kissing her before the pink flamingo interrupted, working together on the mission.

Suddenly, I realized that we still had some unfinished business.

"Oh, and Cammie,"

She spun around at the sound of my voice.

In one movement I slid my arms around her, dipped her in the middle of the foyer and gently pressed my lips against hers. I couldn't contain the smile on my face as I gingerly pulled her upright.

"I always finish what I start," I whispered.

Then I took a step towards the open door where the van waited to take me back to Blackthorne.

"So this is good-bye?" she asked. I quickly turned to her.

"Come on, Gallagher Girl," I said with a wink.

"What would be the odds of that?"

Then I turned around and headed towards the van, without looking back.

Who knew what the future would hold?