I am so sorry for the long wait, my computer blew up. I had to re-write EVERYTHING and get EVERYTHING back. But thank you all for being so amazing. DISCLAIMED!

*Chapter 24*

Buckingham stepped inside and closed the door. She glared around the room at the teenagers and stopped on Townsend who's eyes were wide in fear and shock. Jonas and Liz slowly put down the pens and everyone turned to face her. Zach and Cammie stepped in front of Townsend, who stepped into the shadows like his son did on a regular basis.

"Explain why you are consorting with a suspect, have let him out of prison and are telling him secrets." She growled and slammed her folder on the side, "Why, Zach and Cammie, are you trusting a man who nearly killed you?"

"You won't listen even if we explain." Zach said simply, Buckingham deflated into a chair as the door flew open with three more adults, one woman and two men.

"If you are hurt I will kill whoever did it." Grace scowled as she stormed in, she stopped at the room. Abe and Fibbs behind her, "Oh… I give up!" She turned and banged her head against the wall. Fibbs began to smile then he ran across the room towards Zach and Cammie.

"Did it work? Did it?" He bounced, when they nodded, and Townsend glanced around befuddled, he turned to Buckingham and started speaking very very fast. Abe and Grace turned to look at him, also confused.

"He was being controlled by a Computer controlling drug and we have been working on a solution ever since. We solved half of it back in the old base when we found out from Cammie's memory and then we solved the other half last night at about 12 in the morning. We brought him upstairs and tested it on a small amount of blood, it worked so we gave it to him and left him to wake up alone. Cammie tied him to a chair and made sure he couldn't escape when he woke. Then when he did these two were there when he did and obviously decided he was safe. Then they brought him up here, he is totally safe and on our side." He took a deep breath and deflated.

"What is going on?" Townsend asked from the corner, "I was just getting everything sorted!"

"This is Patricia Buckingham, head of this base. This is Doctor Fibbs, he helped with your anti-drug." Macey gestured to each of the two, Grace and Abe were watching Townsend carefully.

"What was the address of the hiding house you looked after Bex in?" Abe asked, Townsend shook his head.

"I can't remember anything from 5 years ago. Oh I dunno!" He slid down the wall, Cammie glanced at Zach who began to explain everything to the adults and she sat down next to Townsend. "Why do you guys trust me? How do you know I can be trusted?" He asked, reminding Cammie forcefully of Zach.

"You son said that, he thought because he had dirty blood he couldn't be trusted and it was pulling him apart."

"He did?" Townsend looked up at her, his eyes were very dark blue and they seemed black in his sadness.

"Yes. When he found out I was like him too and that we grew up together we began to cling to the fact our new family was here. These guys."

"I was ditched by my father, he was a drunkard and I really hope Zach doesn't follow the line, he won't. He is better than all of us put together, me and my dysfunctional family and the monster."

"He has done all that, he is safe now. He has got all of us, we will keep him safe. I promise." Cammie took Townsend's hand and squeezed it, he squeezed weakly back and Cammie let go. Abe and Grace appeared round the side and crouched down,

"Come on Ed, we need to fill you in." Abe held out his hand and Townsend took it. They pulled him up and ushered him out, Grace muttering something about food. Zach pulled Cammie up and she let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding.

"Cammie look at this…" Jonas flicked a new article to the board and Cammie stepped backward in shock. Zach caught her and set her back on her feet, placing an arm around her shoulder to keep her upright as his stomach dropped in shock.

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"Apparenty she murdered her…"

"No chance, but him however, apparently he released his dad from Prison."

"Nooo. No chance, he is hot though." Cammie just stared at the floor ignoring the stares as she walked past, she didn't know where she was or where she was going but she continued to walk. She half fell down some stairs and banged though some huge doors. She fell over a dusty umbrella and landed on the floor on her face, she tried to get up but her arms wouldn't take any weight. Pulling herself up on some sort of chair she staggered though the maze of dark rooms and exited another door. Her eyes were blurry with tears and once she was out she began to run. She ran as fast as she could towards the trees, she heard no voices behind her but she didn't mind. She continued to run as fast as she could though the trees, her dress caught the branch and ripped, but she didn't mind. She ran and ran for as long she could.

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The tree's broke open to show a large lake in the middle of the forest. Cammie stopped, she couldn't remember where she was or how she got there but it was peaceful and her head was buzzing with the words in the article. She wandered slowly over to the lake and crouched down next to it, she cupped her hands and took a long drink. Lying down she looked up at the sun and noticed how low in the sky it was, barely visible over the trees she had run though. She had run for the whole day, her legs were shaking and she fell to the ground, the tears returning. She couldn't hear any voices and an instinct to cry again took over, she ignored it and moved towards the nearest tall tree. Scrambling up it she looked across the forest, nothing, not even a bird. She listened, but no sound either. Using her sports bra as a top she ripped the final section of the top off and used it as a makeshift bandage for the large cut across her waist. She found a suitable looking tree and curled up in a semi-comfortable ball on a tiny fork in the trunk.

Grace had found many things in the forest, but a half-naked girl wearing a tiara took the prize for the strangest. Her dog had found her and spent ages barking until she had left the fishing and come to look, she had first seen the sparkle of the tiara and assumed she was some sort of princess, then she seen the perfect bandage made from the top of her dress and she re-evaluated. The girl seemed perfectly healthy, didn't look hungry but her stomach sounded like some wounded animal so Grace decided she obviously hadn't eaten for some time. The wind was strong but the place she had chosen was well covered and hidden from the wind and elements.

"Shut up Derick!" She called to her barking dog, he barked one last time then sat down and waited. Grace pulled off her gloves and climbed up to the girl, she was curled in a small ball, but to touch she was freezing cold. Her breathing was regular in her sleep so Grace decided to continue to fish but to wait here until she woke. Climbing back down she walked over to the man sitting with his back to her, "Graham, there is a girl asleep in that tree." She muttered to him, brushing her grey hair back behind her ear so he could see her pale face. He turned around, his kind wrinkled face now frowning. Grace looked down at the bucket to see 15 fish in it; she picked it up and the man gathered the fishing gear. He dropped a large ball of bait on his foot and cursed loudly, Grace heard a small start from the tree and she rushed over, her husband by her side.

"Who are you?" The girl's hair was wild from sleeping in a tree and even though one hand held onto the trunk, the other was firm upon the tiara.

"Storm. I give it 20 minutes." Graham muttered to Grace who eyes widened as she looked up the valley to see a set of rolling dark clouds.

"Grace and Graham, girl please come down a storm is coming." Grace called up, a large gust of wind blew the girl of balance and she fell backwards. Graham dropped his equipment and caught her in the last second, looking down he noticed her eyes were closed and a small amount of blood was coming from the back of her head.

"Derick, here boy." The large loping dog bounced over and Graham attached the equipment to his harness. He picked up the pole and they moved back to a tiny concrete cottage hidden in a small thicket. Grace held the door open and they placed the girl on their sofa, the fire was still blazing from the morning and Grace sat down next to her to inspect the wounds. Graham moved around the 2 bedroom cottage closing all the wooden shutters over the windows and then locking the windows and door. Her checked the log pile in the second bedroom was big enough to last a few days and then took off his coat and pulled a huge blanket from a store into the lounge. Hanging his and Grace's fur coats near the locked door he neatened their muddy boots and moved over to the girl. She had a barely healed cut on her forehead which was straight and neat, as if it had been a knife. The huge dog was sitting in his basket wining about the equipment on his back, Graham relived the dog and he curled up to sleep. A large gust of wind outside made Grace start she looked up,

"She will be fine, just a knock to the head. This cut here though, I think it was a knife, she is wearing a tiara, can perform a perfect bandage, can survive a night in the wild and get here unhurt and she has a large knife cut on her head. I don't know who she is, but her parents must be worried sick."

"Should we send a message out?" Graham reached for his radio, they had been told by the local town that if they found anything unusual to send them a message via radio. They had only had to do it once over a set of guns near an old shack some 40 miles away, apparently an old man lived their but they had never seen him.

"No, we will wait for her to wake." Grace assured her husband, he nodded and continued to prepare the house for the large storm winding its way down the valley. "Let's just hope no poor people are still out there."

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"Zach, it's a storm, we need to go." Bex pulled at Zach's wrist, he didn't move from his spot in the forest.

"But Cammie, she has been gone for over a day and a half." Zach spoke softly, his voice slightly croaky from lack of use. "She could be caught by anything!"

"Nobody can find Cammie if she doesn't want to be found, not even you. But right now we need to go, we can't search this whole forest in the middle of a storm." Bex again tried to pull at Zach's arm but he still stayed still. "Please Zach, we don't need you missing too." Zach finally took three steps backward as a gust of wind blew over them. Bex pulled Zach round to face her, she pushed her hair behind her ear in disgust. "Look is miss her as much as you do, but come on we have a 100 mile per hour storm coming and at least a 2 mile run back." Bex finished by pulling him into s bone crushing hug, he hugged her back sadly. Everyone else had started going back some time ago and Bex started to roll now, Zach waited one second and started to run after her.

The wind was indeed getting stronger as Zach ran; he could see the rain at the edge of the trees and hoped beyond hope Cammie was alright. His stomach hadn't quite come back since she had run from the room. The words killer and possibly reverberated around his head like a bullet, he tried to forget her face when she saw it and ran. She had run so fast not even Zach could keep up, by the time he got into the lift she had vanished into the trees and he had called but she had run too far. He hoped beyond hope she was safe.

He entered the dodgy shack, Bex sat in the lift room next to the sofa. Zach landed on the sofa next to her, he looked at the floor and could see a small wet patch on the floor next to two handprints. Cammie had fallen crying, Zach started to shake and Bex rolled over to the emergency stop switch, she pulled it as Zach gave up. He brought his knees up to his face and curled up on the dirty sofa, he felt Bex out her hand on his shoulder. She sat down next to him and put her arms around him like a small child, he let her and he let the tears finally fall.

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Grace was glad she had been a doctor before becoming a part of the wildlife trust. When she found deer and other large animals hurt she was able to sort them out to some degree, sometimes they came across walkers in the hills with twisted ankles or broken wrists, but never a hypothermic girl wearing a tiara who seemed to be wild. She sat next to the girl testing her temperature every 2 minutes and testing her breathing and pulse every 4 minutes. Graham was making sure the fire was a constant size and that they were ready to cope though the storm with three of them. Grace had gone to her own room and after checking the girls size given her a pair of socks and a jumper, she had brushed her hair and gone to examine the tiara.

"Graham, these are real." She had said, she breathed on them again and Graham looked as the mist disappeared instantly. "She must be some sort of princess; I mean those shoes look expensive." Her blue and grey baseball boots were clean and by the fire drying. Grace had checker her cut many times and was now sure it was knife made by the fact the depth was deepest at the middle and was an almost perfect curve to the edges. She had also been shocked to notice that her stomach was covered in bruises, all fading and flat but there. She had checked each and they were all clean and dry. Her new, small cut was also neat and she had left it with a small plaster on.

"Who do you think she is?"

"I have no idea, she doesn't seem to talk in her sleep but she is asleep much longer than I expected, I don't think she has slept well for a while. But she shows no signs of being out there for more than a day. Her muscle tone though is spectacular, she is extremely fit for her age which I would put at about 16 maybe 17." Grace stood up to face Graham, "Wait, do you think she is from your world?" Grace knew nothing of Grahams past apart from it was MI5 based and very secret, he had retired early and joined the Wildlife trust.

"Too young, and her accent is American." Graham looked at her, the youngest spy he had ever come across was a 21 year old cryptologist and field agent, she had been killed 28 years ago.

"Poor girl, so far from home." Grace checked her pulse again and frowned, "It's gone up." The answer was soon clear, her face contorted in pain and she curled up.

"No… No… Zach! Please no anyone but Zach! Don't hurt him you monster!" She screamed over the howling wind, "You're a liar Catherine! Kill me then, you killed them without blinking… Townsend is better than you!" She reached forward and held her hands like she was holding a gun, Graham and Grace looked at each other, horror in their eyes.

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"Zach? You are safe, I promise nobody will hurt you." Bex reassured Zach, she could hear people shouting below but she ignored them. Zach was still shaking but he had stopped crying.

"I will try and get you to understand Bex, I'm not saying I will be good, but I will try." Zach sat up and looked at her, took a deep breath and began to talk, "You know my story, I pretty much raised myself from age 7 upwards. Daisy was great but she tried to raise me like I was one of them, a normal boy. I was teased at my first school for knowing everything, but what they didn't know was that my IQ was double all of theirs. Daisy got me tested and was shocked at the outcome, she put me in the local Grammar School and I fitted in a bit better there.
I never fitted in Bex, ever. I was too violent for Grammar and too clever for Standard. We got a letter from Joe to send me to a special school for kids like me, they sent me, last thing I knew was I was leaving the only person I could call mum. From that point on I hid everything. Absolutely everything.
Grant got me to safety but he then ended up down too, the only hiding place was alcohol. It made us both feel terrible, but it was all we knew.
Then I met you lot, Cammie sort of un-hinged me a bit. I never knew somebody to actually care for a long time. Now she has gone I don't want another version of Daisy, she was shot by Catherine 2 years after I left. I can't have Cammie dead too, I would end up dead."

"Zach, whatever happens we are all gonna stay here. Cammie is alive, I can feel it in my bones, and my bones ain't ever wrong." Bex put her hands on Zach's shoulders comfortingly, he nodded and rubbed his eyes clean of signs of him crying. "Don't worry. I have all intention of moving as fast as I can away from the people who are going to yell at us down there. Just run to our bedroom, I will get everyone else." Zach nodded numbly and Bex rolled over to the switch, she flicked it and they moved down again. The door began to open and as Buckingham tried to form words a boy shot between her and the agent next to her followed by a girl who zoomed across the room behind him. She slid into the lift as he flew up the stairs. An agent went after her but the doors closed, he turned to Buckingham who shook her head,

"They will have a reason, and for Zach to run that fast it was serious."

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Cammie woke slowly, the nightmare she had had was clear in her head and having a hand shaking her shoulder made her wake slowly. She opened her eyes to see an old couple looking down at her, the same old couple who had found her in the tree when she had fallen and knocked herself out. She tried to sit up but the woman pushed her down slowly.

"Hello? I'm Grace, this is Graham. Do you remember us?" Cammie nodded and regretted it, she rolled onto her side to see them properly. She noticed a woollen feeling on her bare stomach, she was wearing a fluffy green jumper, her skirt from the dress and a pair of purple fluffy socks. She had a large heavy blanket over her and could see a nice fire near her. She could hear howling wind and thrashing rain against the windows which were all shut and closed. She remembered the dream, she remembered Zach, Bex and everyone else, she remembered why she ran and she curled up and began to cry.

As i said at the top i am so so so so so so so so so so sorry. I probably should have up-loaded sooner, but im back and ready now. Because of the wait, i am going to upload 4 chapters in one go. This being the first.

Chamelon, my dear friend its because im bloody evil! I think you should be, but charecters are LITERALLY dying... Mwhahahahaha

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