Cammie's POV

"I have your mother, Cameron, dear."

"Please. Like I would believe that." Cammie rolled her eyes.

"Oh? Listen to this." She held out a silver cell phone. "Play the message."
"How do I know you won't just grab me and stuff me in your car if I come near you?"
"Fine." She tossed the phone to me, and I caught it.

"Cammie," Zach warned.
I played the message. A voice that I would recognize anywhere rang out...the woman who raised me into the spy and girl I am today shrieked into my ear.
"CAMMIE! Cameron, don't you dare come after me. I can figure this out, I will see you again. Just please. Don't...go with her."
Well, obviously I was going to come after her. I didn't even have to think twice. Just not in the way Mrs. Goode planned. I tossed the phone back to her, and she caught it, smirking. Everyone else, being the spies they are, looked at me.
"Cammie. She's lying. Do not go with her." Zach's bright emerald eyes looked at me with so much emotion that it scared me.
"I'm not an idiot. Of course I'm not going to go with her." I retorted.

"Well, you don't have much of a choice, Cameron."

She pointed straight at me and said, "Get her."

And even more people poured out of the van. For a second it was funny, because I imagined how all of those people fit in there.

'Like a clown car,' I mused. Until I got punched in the jaw.

"Damn," I punched back and flipped the person over my shoulder, who crashed into a wall. The fight continued on, until I looked around and saw that only Grant, Zach and I were still up and fighting. Jonas and Liz had gotten knocked out, and Tristan, Bex and Macey were struggling furiously to loosen the grip their attackers had on their wrists. Suddenly, Grant fell to the floor. I whipped around and blindly did a roundhouse kick. The person caught my leg an inch from their face. I tried to pull free, but the person was probably as strong as Grant, if not stronger.

"Let...go!" I shouted, panting. Zach turned around, distracted by my panicked voice. He made his way over to me, but the person he was originally fighting caught up to him and slapped a Napotine patch on the back of his neck. He fell to the floor.

"Zach!" I tried to pulled my leg back, but it didn't work. He reached over as fast as lightning and grabbed both of my wrists in one of his meaty hands. He let go of my leg, and I stumbled, hair in my face.
"Let her go!" Bex shrieked, out of breath. The man started dragging me to the car. Once we were almost there, I noticed his hold loosened. I quickly pulled my wrists back and punched the back of his head, hard. Before Mrs. Goode could get to me, I ran over and roundhouse kicked Tristan's attacker who was holding his wrist, narrowly missing Tristan's head. He knocked Macey's out while I got Bex's. We stood there panting, surrounded with everyone on the floor. We faced Mrs. Goode.

Except Mrs. Goode wasn't there. And neither was the van.

"Crap! How the hell did we not notice that bitch driving away? Fanfuckingtastic."

"Bex..." Liz, who just woke up, apparently did not like the language. Tristan called CIA helicopter, and they would come and collect the...bodies. Most of them weren't dead, though. I hope.

"How are we gonna get Grant, Zach and Jonas back to the apartment without causing attention?" Bex exclaimed.

"I guess we'll just have to wait for them to wake up." Tristan shrugged.
"But that could take hours!" Macey complained.

"Guys! I have a special pill that will fight off the Napotine patch's chemicals. I have them with me right now." Liz said proudly. She went around and popped a pill in each of their mouths.

"Lizzie, you're a genius!" I squealed.

"Cam."

"Yea, Bex?" I looked at her.

"Don't you think it would be safer if you came back to Gallagher?"

"No way. I mean, if I did, everything that I've done over the time that I've run away will have been for nothing."

"Fine. But if you stay, we stay too." Macey put a hand on her hip and raised her perfect eyebrow, daring me to object.

I sighed. "Fine. It'll be a lot more easy, and fun, with you guys around." I smiled.
"Cool, so we're going to school!" Grant said, getting off the floor with his normal goofy smile on his face.
"Yippee..." Jonas said, still a little groggy. Grant marched over to Bex and examined her body, seeing if she had any major wounds. Zach came over and did the same to me, and then gently running his fingers through my hair afterwards, undoing the knots for me as I leaned into his chest. I think Jonas had Lizzie and Tristan had Macey. I saw Tristan's eyebrows mash together when he saw a giant cut on Macey's arm, and I smiled. I knew they would get together eventually. It would just take time.

"Cammie." Zach pulled away and looked me in the eye, his face an inch away. "Are you okay?"

"Yea, sure, Zach. I'm fine. Really." He eyed my leg, which had a giant gash down the side.

"Don't worry. It'll heal. Are you okay?" I touched the side of his face with my finger, which was bleeding a lot.

"Don't worry. It'll heal." Zach imitated me, smirk in check. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's go back."

I got out of the shower I saw Bex sitting on the bed with Grant. She had her long, flowy hair wrapped around Grant's arm and was singing,

"Flower gleam and glow! Let your power shine! Make the clock reverse! Bring back what once was mine! Heal what has been hurt! Change the fate's design! Save what has been lost! Bring back what once was mine!"

By the end, everybody was laughing hysterically.

"Bex..." I wiped tears from my eyes. "You are a terrible singer" I giggled.

She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Just because you're a good singer doesn't mean everyone else is!" She harrumphed and crossed her arms, pretending to be mad.

"Come on Grant, let's go get something to eat." Bex hopped off the bed.

"I'll come with you!" Macey and Liz said at the same time. They smiled at each other and linked arms.

"Guess that means we'll come, too." Tristan and Jonas stood up.

"I'll wait for Zach." I said. Zach had gone into the bathroom to take a shower after Bex stopped singing.

"You sure?" Liz asked.

"Yea. I'm sure." They walked out.

A few minutes later, Zach came out of the bathroom in jeans and a grey T-shirt. I was on the bed, laying face down. He sat down next to me and rubbed my back.

"Hey. You okay?" He asked.

I sniffled and shook my head no.

"What if they really do have my mom, Zach?" I turned on my back to look at him.

Zach's POV

"What if they really do have my mom, Zach?" Cammie turned on her back to look at me. The sight of her crying almost ripped my heart in half. Her giant, watery eyes looked up at me, her cheeks wet. Cammie's chin started trembling and I sighed and smiled gently.

"Cammie." I held her chin. "Don't worry. I highly doubt she does. And if she really does have your mom, we'll get her back. I promise."

"I tried calling her, but she wouldn't pick up," her voice shook. "What if they're torturing her? I don't want my mother to be in pain. Or what if she's d -"

I cut her off by kissing her hard on the lips.

"Don't say that," I said when we were done.

"Sorry I've been such a crybaby lately," she groaned. "It's disgusting."

He shook his head. "If you didn't cry, you wouldn't be human, Cam."

"So when are you going to cry?" she stuck her tongue out at me.

I looked at her.

"The day I cry...you're not going to be there."

"Why not? I would comfort you, just like you comfort me," she said quietly.

"The day I cry is the day you leave me," I whispered.

Tristan's POV

We came into the room after eating and saw Zach and Cammie on the bed, asleep. Zach's body was curled around Cammie's, completely enveloping her, his arms wrapped protectively around her. Cammie's face was frowning, even though she was sleeping. She looked like she had been crying.

"Awh! They're adorable!" Bex, Macey and Liz jumped up and down, whisper-squealing.

"AH-HA-HA! Oh, my gawd!" Grant did a girly hand flip, imitating their high voices.

"Grant!" Bex hit the back of his head.

"Hey!" Grant protested, pouting.

"What?" Bex challenged, doing a 'come at me' sign with her hands.

"SHUT UP!" Zach whisper-shouted, his eyes twitching open. "Cammie's trying to sleep."

And as if reacting by hearing her name, Cammie shifted and hid her face in Zach's chest. Zach's arms tightened and he placed his chin on top of her head.

"Hey...where are we all gonna sleep?" Macey asked.

"The floor, McHenry." Grant rolled his eyes.

"What're you doing, Jonas?" Liz asked, walking over to him.

"Enrolling us into high school."

"Oh...that's smart."

"Yep. We're going tomorrow."

"Can't wait," I said sarcastically.