Suddenly, we heard Liz shriek.

Cammie's POV

"Shit!" Bex exclaimed. We looked at each other for a moment, and then nodded. We never leave an agent in danger behind, especially if those agents were our innocent, nerdy best friends. We started climbing the window sills now, which, trust me, is a lot more difficult than falling from them. We got there in about one and a half minutes, and trust me: for a spy, that is an extremely long time. I burst through the open window just to see Jonas punching a beefy man off of Liz.

Liz had a bleeding cut on her stomach, and her shirt was ripped a little. Macey fumed. It's sad, because I think she was more concerned about the shirt than Liz's stomach. I almost started laughing at Macey's...Macey-ness. Jonas roundhouse kicked another guy, and I was a little impressed. I've seen Jonas hack CIA codes and security systems, but seeing him in action? It was strange. He was good, but not good enough.

We started fighting, again, and let me tell you this: escaping from the people who want you dead lifts a giant weight off of your chest. But going back to them willingly? The weight crashes down on your heart like a ton of bricks.

Our hearts were pounding again, protecting ourselves, back to back with our boyfriends/girlfriends. We were mainly focusing on our protection, and our lovers', but somewhere in the back of our minds, we knew that one of our best friends could suddenly scream and die. It was the consequence of being a spy, and sometimes I'm sure it's not worth it. But our friends were strong-we would pull through.

Positive thinking was the only way for me not to burst into tears right on the spot. The thought of any of them dying crushed me - if anything happened to any of them, even Tristan, who I've only known for a little while, would break my soul.

I blinked a little, and noticed that no one had attacked me in a while. I was just standing in a fighting position, but the weird thing was?

No one was even in the room.

I got up from the crouch I was in, and relaxed my arms at my side, wary.

"Zach?" Silence. "Bex? Mace? Lizzie? Grant?"

Still, no one answered. What is going on? Did they just leave me in the room while they go fight in the hall or something? I snorted, and opened the door. Nope..they weren't out there.

"Guys, seriously! This isn't funny! Tris? Jonas? Zach! I'm scared." I said the last part in a whisper. I slowly spun in a circle, keeping my ears alert for any sign of danger. I heard nothing.

That's why I knew something was wrong. There were no cars on the road, no birds chirping, no helicopter flying past in the sky. I looked to the direction of where the window was, but there was no window there. I gasped and whirled towards the door, and that wasn't there either. I was just in an empty, blank room.

My thoughts? That I probably died and went to hell. My hell was to be in a room, alone, unable to do anything, without any of my best friends. I slid down on the wall and started crying, hugging my knees. I half-expected Zach to come running into the room like always, and he would scoop me up in his arms and say he was sorry, that they didn't mean to scare me so bad. But it never happened.

I sat there for what seemed like forever, and after a while I just accepted my fate. I was in hell, and I was going to stay there. Forever.

Zach's POV

I was fighting back to back with Cam, and all of our breathing was labored. Just because we're spies doesn't mean we can fight, and then drop painfully down hanging off of window sills, and then climbing those window sills, and then fight again! I would rather be doing the night drills back at Blackthorne. I felt Cam's shoulders relax a little, and I realized a little too late that she was getting side-tracked. I was about to shout her name until I heard her gasp and fall to the floor. She had a syringe stuck in her arm.

"What did you do to her?" I growled. A fat, tall man with a tattoo that said "Evil" on his arm smirked. I rolled my eyes at his tattoo.

"She's probably hallucinating right now. Something about all of her friends leaving her, and then slowly, the walls are going to start closing in. Her mind will start to think she's in hell, and she's dead, and her brain will trigger her heart, and eventually, she really will die." He started laughing. Sick bastard.

I didn't say anything. I roundhouse kicked him in the jaw, and I heard a crack. The sickening noise gave me pleasure. Nobody hurts my Cammie. Even mentally. Nobody.

I then got on my knees and punched his nose, and it started spurting blood. He pulled out a knife and slashed my arm. I barely felt it. He got up, but I kicked his feet from under him, and he fell on his broken nose. I looked back, and every Circle member in the room was either unconscious, dead, or so injured that they couldn't move. Everyone was gathered around Cammie, and Liz had grabbed the syringe and put it in a little baggie, some of the fluid still left in it.

"I can test it, and maybe make a cure. I hope I'm fast enough." She said in a small voice, crying a little.

"I'll help. Let's go back to the apartment. We'll get to work right away." Jonas volunteered.

I picked her up and heard her whimper. I wonder what was happening in her hallucinations. We had to walk back to the apartment-we had no car, and no way were we gonna take an unconscious, whimpering Cammie inside of a taxi. They would think we were kidnapping her and we drugged her, or something.

We got in through the back of the apartment - we had to run across rooftops and then climb down - and we ran up the stairs. We practically threw ourselves into her apartment, and I placed her gently on the bed, where she was crying and writhing.

"What's happening to her?" Macey wailed. I did a double-take. Macey was crying. Hard. I looked around the room. Tristan was letting Macey grip his hand, and I think it was turning purple. He was looking at Cammie with sad eyes. Grant was biting his lip, hiding his face. Cammie was always like a little sister to him. Bex was sobbing, and her and Grant were trying to hide their tears from each other, even though they both knew the other was crying. Liz and Jonas were sniffling, focused on their work. I wasn't crying though.

I think I was just still in shock. My face was set into stone, emotionless. I didn't feel anything-I just felt numb. I sat down on the bed with her and held her hand, just staring blankly at her face.

And the day slowly slipped away, ending with this tragedy.

Liz and Jonas were good, but were they good enough? Were they good enough to beat Circle poison? I don't think so, and no one else in the room does, either. Not even them. Their hands were shaking and they couldn't think straight with Cam screaming every five minutes from the bed. It slowly started to slip in to my mind: That the one and only thing I truly, ever cared for in life was going to die in a few hours. And who do I have to blame for that?

My mother.

It sunk in, and a warm tear slowly slipped down my cheek, and it dripped off of my chin and landed on my arm. I slapped it away. The last time I've cried was when my father died, and that was when I was seven.

See, Cam? I smiled bitterly. The only time I cry is when you're not around to see it.

Cammie has me wrapped around her little finger. I was probably crying as much as Macey was now, so I turned my head towards the window so no one could see.

"You know what?" I suddenly said, letting go of Cammie's hand and standing up, wiping tears off of my damp cheeks.

The rest of the room, still moping around, mumbled a faint, "What.."

"What the hell are we doing, sitting here crying like a bunch of pathetic babies? Our best friend is probably going to die in a few hours, and we're sitting here crying? We should go do something useful, like help Jonas and Liz, and get food." I shouted.

There was a stunned silence as they took in my words.

Everybody shot up, getting on their feet.

"Who says you aren't smart, Zach?" Macey said, getting up and wiping her eyes.

"No one." I smirked.