The Spy who loved me Chapter 25, a gallagher girls fanfic

*Chapter 25*

Cammie wiped away the last tear as the man walked in with a hot drink, Cammie was too cold to say no, and she realised it was hot chocolate. She took a sip thankfully, and looked at her saviours carefully. The woman was watching her intently, she had long grey hair in a bun and a kind, crinkled face. The man also had grey hair, but it was short and neat, his face was even more crinkly than his wives. She put her feet down on the floor as the man took a seat in a small chair opposite her and the woman sat next to her. Cammie wrapped the blanket round her legs more carefully.

"What's your name?" The woman asked kindly, she had a thick Scottish accent and Cammie had to think about what she said.

"Cammie." She answered, deciding these two probably wouldn't hurt her and they looked fairly truthful, "What's going on?" She looked around again and noticed a large soft looking dog asleep in a basket.

"We found you in that tree, you were in the first stages of hyperthermia and needed to get to safety, this storm was coming. We got you here once you knocked yourself out and we warmed you up, this is our house. It's safe I promise, this woman you are scared of, Catherine, won't find you here. Where are you from?"

"America originally, I need to get back to the place where I am… meeting my friends."

"Dear, please tell us the truth. We just want to help, Grace why don't you get her some soup or bread." Graham suggested, Grace nodded and exited the room, Graham lent forward, "You can trust me, I'm ex MI5." Cammie sighed; a person from her world, Graham noticed her relief and smiled. She was from his world, they were getting younger and he guessed America had totally different laws on age required for gun use and mission allowance. Grace appeared afterward holding a bowl of steaming soup and a small roll of bread, Cammie took it thankfully and began to eat while they spoke about MI5 and other spying groups. Once she had done she placed it on a small table and listened to the conversation, Grace noticed she was done and turned to her holding a small radio.

"We have been told if we find anything peculiar to radio out at this frequency, would you be okay with that?" At the word radio Cammie remembered Macey fiddling furiously on the one in her bag that she took with her everywhere to try and get a specific radio station.

"Urm, can I try a frequency that I might be able to get my friends on? Its FM so it should transmit well enough." Cammie held out her hand and Grace put the small device in it, "If I set this dial here and place this one here. Ah ha!" Cammie heard the crackle of her intercepting the radio.

…

"Do something while you can't concentrate in lessons, it's what I do." Macey threw Zach the radio, Buckingham had insisted they go to lessons, but had taken pity on them saying it was just to keep an eye on them. Zach looked at the small radio and turned it on, it was making a foul cracking noise. They trailed to lessons absent minded, when they finally arrived Zach had turned into some random radio station called Radio 4. It was deathly boring and Zach continued to fiddle with the dials.

"You are all 5 minutes late, that is worse etiquette than to lose your partner at a party." Madam Daneby wailed, Zach sent a glare at her she noticed him and her eyes widened. They trailed to the back table and sat down around it, "Today we will be dancing again to prepare you. Please get into your original partners." As everyone stood up Zach just pulled out the radio and turned it on quietly, suddenly a pair of headphones appeared in his lap. Looking up he saw Jonas and Liz walking past, Jonas placing his hand in his pocket again. Zach smiled thankfully and plugged them in, Madam Daneby looked over at him and opened her mouth to yell at him but Bex fell out of her chair catastrophically at that moment which got Madam Danbey's attention. Bex was sitting at the edge of the floor as Grant partnered with Harvey's old partner, Madam Daneby helped her up and she left Zach alone. Bex rolled back to Zach and took one of the headphones off him, he continued to fiddle.

"This is Macey's favourite. It was really clear last time." Bex took the small device and showed him, a large amount of cracking, a half song and a voice could be heard.

"…and place this one here then. Ah ha!" A recognisable voice said over the music, Zach and Bex looked at each other in shock, Cammie.

"Try it." An old voice said and another one agreed.

"Hello? Macey? If you can hear me I…" The static overtook and Zach twisted the dials to try and get it back but he couldn't. He spun to the local news to see if anything had been reported.

"Welcome to BBC Oban, there has been a red storm alert published so everyone secure your bins and houses…" Zach switched it off, a smile sliding onto his face to match Bex's.

"She is very much alive and sounds safe." Bex grinned and Zach nodded, speechless with joy.

…

"Lost it." Cammie sighed, she had thought she had heard some waltz like music as she spoke which was equally as static as she had been. "But I think I might have got to her radio."

"You seem very calm considering you are stuck in a small concrete bunker with two people you don't know in the middle of a storm." Grace noted, she couldn't help but want to care for this poor girl. Although she seemed alright Grace sensed she wasn't, she sensed something was on her mind. Grace had never been one to keep things quiet, she always said what she thought which is why she thought she was safer half way up a hill in the middle of the mountains. "Cammie, it might be something silly but is something bothering you?" Grace saw Cammie twitch slightly but she shook her head. Graham laughed light heartly, the dog jerked away, wining again this time because of the wind. The dog spotted Cammie and padded over almost silently, Cammie reached her hand out and the dog sniffed it, he coked his head to the side and sat on Cammie's feet, her hand caught the radio dial and an almost silent burst of static and it automatically spun to the nearest frequency. She curled her feet underneath the blanket on the sofa and began to stroke his head. The rhythmic movement calmed her, the image of her nightmare haunted her as much as the article. Closing her eyes she heard movement next to her and opposite her, she didn't mind, these people weren't going to hurt her. She was sure of that. The dog jumped onto the sofa next to Cammie and sat next to her, she continued to stroke him. He rested his head against her side and Cammie was reminded of Zach,

Killer Love? Cammie staggered from the glass, Zach caught her and set her back on her feet placing an arm around her. She continued to read, tears forming in her eyes. Then she ran, she ducked out from under his arm, shot though the slightly open door and ran.

"You're like Zach." She muttered to the hound, who continued to slobber on the blanket. She wondered if this was what most homes were like, she couldn't remember hers and she had lived in a castle the rest of her life. "Loyal, clever, mad, people are scared of you but you don't care you just care for those who love you and most of all you are maddeningly cute." She scratched the dog's ear and he nosed her side in appreciation. She turned back to the fire, it crackled invitingly and she lost herself in its depths. It's beautiful and dangerous Cammie thought watching it, the word dangerous made her feel sick.

"I'm not the article, it is a lie, it is made by Catherine. Lies, lies, lies." Cammie hit her head off the edge of the sofa and the dog woofed as the Radio fell onto the floor making a soft buzzing noise

Grace saw all of this, the break in the girls wall, her longing for somebody called Zach and her constant hatred of somebody called Catherine, she had seen enough to need to know more about this girl. She had sat watching the fire with the dog for hours before she had spoken to it. "Cammie, will you please talk to me." She stepped out of the kitchen to the side of Cammie, the dog didn't move but Cammie jumped ever so slightly. She was wearing a smile to begin with but it faded into a sad expression. "I'm sorry." Grace put her towel down and wandered over to the chair, she sunk into it and looked at the girl. She was beautiful in a rare way, it wasn't the sort of beauty people noticed, it was only when you noticed the way she truly smiled and it lit up her whole face, the way her eyes were bright and friendly and how she looked so utterly average that it made her unique.

"Okay." She said dejectedly, her whole body sagging and her smile dropping like a stone. Grace put a comforting hand on her knee.

"Who is Zach?" Grace had heard her speak so many times of this boy called Zach.

"My amazing boyfriend, he is the one who follows me when I have nightmares, he is normally the one who can find me when I run and he is the first person to say he loves me since my parents… died." Cammie choked on the last word and she gulped afterward, Grace blinked slowly and nodded.

"Who is Catherine?" Grace sensed if the story of her boyfriend is bad then this could be even worse, she saw Graham standing in the doorway listening.

"She is the head of the Circle of…"

"Cavan. I know them, evil to the core!" Graham muttered but everyone heard, Cammie nodded along with him, "Is her second name Goode?... I thought so, I had to follow her parents with her as a small child. She was perfect, I tracked her progress by hacking MI6, until she met this Townsend dude from MI6 and then she took over the Circle, became real evil. MI6 lost contact 5 years ago."

"Well, Zach is her son. He hates her as much as me and she wants both of us, first she wants information then she wants loyalty or death. Townsend was under a drug she made to control him, he is Zach's dad and is on our side." Cammie finished as Graham sat down, tossing some more logs on the fire.

"Why do they want you? They want the heads of the Mafia and other such, not two teenagers."

"My father hid a secret in our middle names, we only discovered it recently. But he hid the person who started the Circle's name in ours. She wants the descendant on her side, or dead, because he controls a lot of money and power. An awful lot of power, he is head of the Mafias, the gangs and the groups in the east. He doesn't know it, but the minute he arrives and proves it, or somebody proves they killed him, he is in power of nearly the world."

"Oh my god." Grace gulped and Graham nodded slowly, his mind working in overdrive. This American schoolgirl was a top flight agent by the sound of it. She had information the secret service would kill for, literally, and she was keeping it a secret. She needed top flight safety, she needed to find these friends. "Are you an agent? Or have you stumbled into this catastrophically?"

"Well do you know where the meeting place is?" Graham leant forward, pulling on his I'm-concentrating-on-a-mission face.

…

"Guys will you please shut you cake holes!" Bex squealed at the table in Coding lesson, Zach and her were using Jonas's headphones while listening to the radio. Zach had Liz's laptop open and had set it up to track the signal of the radio, so far it had been the local transmission radio. But Zach held up hope, the radio station had given reports that the storm would be over within the next 72 hours, Bex and Macey had sworn in 14 languages at this point and Zach had just sworn in French. It had been perfect for some time then a small amount of static and a quiet voice.

"That was Bad Blood by Taylor Swift…"

"You're like Zach…"

"…we seem to be having a technical issue on our Scottish transmission again, we are going to have to shut down that signal. Everyone listening from there please turn of and tune back in in five minutes."

"Loyal, clever, mad, people are scared of you but you don't care you just care for those who love you and most of all you are maddeningly cute." Cammie's voice was clearer now, Zach beckoned everyone forward and un-plugged the headphones. They could hear Cammie's unmistakeable sigh, the sound of two people talking in another room, a dog and wind and rain battering against something. A fire was crackling on the other end.

"So she is safe." Macey sighed, she sounds comfortable and safe. Zach plugged the headphones back in and put the radio in his pocket, he ignored the announcements and they trooped out and back up to their room. They all sat down as Macey went around clearing up ignored clothes and bags. She re-made Cammie's bed for the 13th time and Zach lay on his own, putting the radio next to him he closed his eyes and let himself calm down.

Exactly 2 hours and 37 minutes later a static came on the radio again, Zach shot upright and banged his head on Preston's bunk. Preston woke up and looked over to see Zach staring at the radio, "Guys!" He yelled and Zach looked up at him. They all grumbled but then Zach un-plugged the radio so everyone could hear.

"Not the article, it's made by Catherine. Lies, lies, lies." Cammies voice was loud in the dark room, a set of banging footsteps ran over to the light switch and turned in on and then ran over to Zach. Bex hoisted herself into her chair and rolled over, everyone listened as a kind female voice came on too. There was a bang and a loud squeal and they all flinched, Jonas opened up his laptop and started to track.

"Cammie, will you please talk to me," Light footsteps wandered towards the radio and the sound of an old person sitting down. "I'm sorry."

"Okay." Cammie sounded sadder than Zach had ever heard her before, she seemed deflated but the woman sounded kind.

"Who is Zach?" She asked kindly, and everyone smiled. Zach tried to fight a grin that was sliding onto his face too, this wouldn't be too bad.

"My amazing boyfriend, he is the one who follows me when I have nightmares, he is normally the one who can find me when I run and he is the first person to say he loves me since my parents… died." He could hear Cammie smiling slightly and his heart flipped, she remembered when he had said it in his sleep.

"That is pure adorableness." Macey whispered, but Bex elbowed her to shut her up as the kind woman began to talk.

"Who is Catherine?"

"She is the head of the Circle of…"

"Cavan. I know them, evil to the core! Is her second name Goode?..." An old man intersected her, Zach wondered how he knew about it all. The sound of movement, which must have been a nod. He spoke softly and kindly, but with an edge of steel." I thought so, I had to follow her parents with her as a small child. She was perfect, I tracked her progress by hacking MI6, until she met this Townsend dude from MI6 and then she took over the Circle, became real evil. MI6 lost contact 5 years ago."

"He must be a spy too! Or an ex-spy, he knows too much otherwise, and to hack MI6 is difficult." Jonas muttered over in the silence before Cammie began to speak.

"Well, Zach is her son. He hates her as much as me and she wants both of us, first she wants information then she wants loyalty or death. Townsend was under a drug she made to control him, he is Zach's dad and is on our side." Everyone glanced at Zach but he didn't really care, he was getting over it.

"Why do they want you? They want the heads of the Mafia and other such, not two teenagers." The man sounded shocked but he was still calm.

"Oh my god. Are you an agent? Or have you stumbled into this catastrophically?" The woman was obviously not a spy, she was showing her shock and horror.

"I was training to be an agent for a year with my school and then for 5 years in secret, I went to a school for genius spies. Then Catherine took over 5 years ago and made us into a normal school, we all trained in secret. The boys are agents, we are now too, but the Zach has been since he was 15. He is one of the best in the world though, actual best." Zach felt a glow of pride, Grant pat him on the back with pride. It was silent for a moment then the man spoke up, his force was strong and fierce. Zach knew Cammie was safe with him whoever he was, he could imagine two people 40 year olds maybe, strong and young in a high tech underground hideout for MI5.

"Well do you know where the meeting place is?"

"It's the old man's hut, it leads to an underground bunker." Cammie's voice was getting stronger, her hope returning. "Should I see if I can get hold of the guys again, get them to meet us at some point."

"Give it here, quickly!" Liz snatched it out of Zach's hands and connected it to a wire, and a mini-transmitter. "Cammie?" She muttered into a small microphone she also connected to it.

…

"Should I see if I can get hole of the guys again, get them to meet us at some point." Cammie reached for the radio and Grace nodded fervently. Graham moved over to a laptop Cammie hadn't noticed and opened it, pulling up a forecast.

"Cammie?" A female voice came through the radio, Cammie dropped it swearing in Chinese.

"Language!" Graham joked.

"God Cammie, use something more obscure than that, Maybe Swahili." Macey's voice came though the radio laughing.

"Macey? How many of you are there?" Cammie clutched the radio, "Is Zach there?"

"Trust me, Zach is here. He woke us all when you started speaking on the radio again. Jonas is tracking your location as you speak." Preston laughed and Grace grinned,

"How much longer Graham?" She asked and the guys on the other end of the radio went silent.

"Storm is gonna last about 15 hours I guess." Graham muttered, "But it will be clear to walk down in about 9, just a bit windy."

"Guys, we are walking up to you as soon as we know your loca…"

"No you are not, I do not care if you are top agents of the CIA or FBI or NCIS or whatever but you are not going to cope the walk in this storm, in the night." Grace scowled down at them, "I do not need even more of you to patch up, Cammie was enough for us and this little cottage won't cope with 4 more."

"7! We are a team of 8, 4 boys and 4 girls." Bex's proud very English accent came through, she always got an English accent when she was proud.

"Well we really won't cope with 7, so wait. We will meet you when we come down into your basement." Graham demanded in Swahili, Macey swore in Spanish, "No really stay there, we will meet you on the edge of the forest tomorrow with Cammie and our dog." He added in Spanish. Macey swore again in Japanese.

"Macey we have clarified he is a spy of some sort so don't test him." A calm, smirking male voice said, Cammie smiled at his voice.

"You must be Zach from the fact Cammie just started grinning." Grace smiled, Cammie scowled and the dog woofed.

"Did she now?" The boys voice was defiantly smirking and Grace had to admit he sounded like an adult. "You okay Cam?"

"Yeh, knocked myself out on a tree, Graham got me, and I have cut my side but I'm fine trust me. Oh and Macey my dress died, my boots are fine though and my tiara…"

"Is on the table behind you clean." Grace grinned as her eyes went wide she turned round and grabbed it.

"You are the world clumsiest spy." Bex grinned, but static overtook them, "Midday tomorrow." Bex managed before they were taken over by the radio station. Cammie jumped into the air clapping her hands, the dog started to bark and Grace hugged Graham.

"You guys need to come with me inside, they will love you guys!" Cammie turned to them and Graham nodded, Grace shrugged and nodded too. "YES!" She bend down and hugged the dog who placed his huge paws on her shoulders in a sort of hug.

Enjoy?