So... I'm really sorry for not updating in such a long time... please forgive me? I'm been suffering from major writer's block and just couldn't find the will to write in general. Sigh. This story should wrap up in the next chapter and I'm aiming to get that done before school starts in a week... so bare with me? (not sure if I used to right "bear" or "bare" there..)

A shout out to aleeyXD: YOU ARE MY NEW HERO! I promise I don't hate you. Quite the opposite actually. I think I love you. You're the ONLY person who gave me any constructive criticism. That makes you awesome. :) Feel free to give me more?

Anyways... I'm really sorry for not updating in such a long time. Here's your chapter? :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls series

CAMMIE

It was magical.

Here she was with the one guy who she found herself falling for over and over again. Everything was perfect.

But it wasn't.

She saw a flash of movement from the corner of her eye, heard a scream, and then a gunshot.

Cammie and Zach immediately broke apart and expected the worst when they got outside. Blood spattered all over the ground, a bloody fight, terrorist organizations, and a dead body.

But they did find was a spotless parking lot, silence thick in the air, and Zach's car with a bullet in the windshield with a note attached to it.

CaMeRon MOrGaN aNd zAcHArY gOOdE,

yOU sHOuLdN't HAve mESseD wItH mE. nOW YoU WilL pAY.

i hAVe aNGeLInA aND aNDreW. 5 o'CLocK aT tHe pARk iF yOU wANt

tO sEe tHeM aGaIN. dOn'T bRIng hElP oR tHEy diE.

Cammie was hyperventilating. At this moment she threw all her basic spy training out the window. Her daughter was kidnapped.

It was 11 o'clock at night. 6 more hours until they would meet someone at the park and get the kids back. Six. Whole. Hours.

"What are we going to do Zach? What are we going to do?" Cammie was freaking out. She was pacing back and forth and rereading the note so many times the image was ingrained in her head.

Whoever made the note wanted to add a touch of flair. The whole cut-up-letters-from-a-magazine thing was so cliché.

The letters were cut up into perfect rectangles and glued onto the paper with care with an Elmer's glue stick. No fingerprints or strands of hair or anything was left behind.

Zach had just been staring straight ahead in deep, deep thought.

"We do exactly what they say. At 5 o'clock we'll be at the park and bring no help. We don't need help. We're two of the best spies out there." he threw a cocky smirk in her direction.

Cammie stopped pacing, looked up, and rolled her eyes.

"Gee Zach. I didn't think of that. I mean what are we going to do once we get there? Are we going to bring guns? Are we going to have to use them?" Cammie's voice got softer and softer.

"We're bringing everything: guns, Napotine patches, bugs, trackers, everything. We're going to get them back Cammie, no matter what we have to do." Zach's voice rang with finality.

Cammie just nodded mutely, afraid of how she'd respond if she opened her mouth, and followed him to prepare.

Six hours went by agonizingly slow.

When it was finally time Cammie was filled with apprehension. Zach and Cammie arrived at the park at 5 o'clock on the dot.

Out from the shadows came Elliot with Andrew and Angelina, along with about ten guys with guns.

So. much. fun.

"Elliot," Zach acknowledged.

"Zach." Elliot replied back.

"You mind letting go of my kids?"

"Sure. One condition, Cameron here comes with me."

"Not even in your dreams." Zach said in a menacing tone.

Cammie couldn't stand watching those two argue.

"Just take me and get this over with Elliot." She walked out from behind Zach and stood in front of Elliot with her arms crossed. "Let the kids go now Elliot."

Elliot just stared at Cammie for the longest time before looking up with a satisfied expression and said "okay".

Only Zach didn't like the arrangement. He started to protest, but Cammie cut him off with a deep kiss. It was filled with sorrow, longing, and desire- everything that Cammie wanted to say but couldn't.

She slipped a small box into his pocket and disappeared from his life once more.

So what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Too predictable? I sure hope not.

The next chapter will most likely be the last. If I drag it out any longer I'm going to pull my hair out and scream. It was actually kind of hard to write this chapter since I've almost lost all inspiration.

Please review! Constructive criticism is still extremely welcome. (I've hopefully shown that I do not hate people who do so... I love them)