Hey, sorry for not updating in such a long time but I cannot overstate how much homework I've had since I started school again but I've finally found a spare minute…well not really, I'm currently neglecting a bunch of homework right now but I've been thinking about my fan fictions for a few days now so I thought id write some c: anyway enough about me! Here is chapter four ;) …..

Disclaimer: Spies Lie…It's what we do…so therefore I do own Gallagher Girls.

Terrorist or Spy?

Living with the Circle had left Cameron living in many different buildings, safe houses and headquarters and she was still sure she hadn't seen them all. But despite this the only place she could call home was the Mountain. She wasn't the type of girl who loved pretty things and took up flower arranging as a hobby for when she wasn't cooking sweet little cupcakes but the Mountain held it's own beauty only a fool wouldn't appreciate. The way the naturally carved in corridors felt like a real cave, and the way it clashed with all the modern technology any spy would be a fool not to appreciate, all mixed together to make the spy headquarters that it was feel like a home.

The tattered old punch bag looked as though it was going to fall apart every time Martin stuck a well-aimed punch into it. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and his mussels bulged with every hit he placed. When he saw Cammie approaching he stopped and left the punch bag to swing like a corpse hanging from the gallows in a heavy wind.

"Nice shirt." She said wryly taking in the grey vest top that was absolutely drenched in sweat.

"Yeah...err...thanks," He said slightly out of breath as he looked up at the decaying chain that swung with the punch bag and back down at her again. "So, is Solomon still here?" He asked.

"How do you expect me to know?!" she said, arching an eyebrow. But in fact she did know. More than he did anyway. If he wanted to talk to her, chances were he was still going to be in this area if not still in the mountain. She had decided against telling Martin it didn't seem like his burden to bare, and what would be the point in telling him anyway.

21st Rule in covert operations; Never tell anyone your plan unless it is absolutely vital.

"Alright calm down…Morgan!" He teased and then dived behind the punching bag that had all but stopped swinging as Cameron's face turned livid and she aimed a kick at him that ended up hitting the punching bag. She ran around the other side to get to him but he ran around again, they ran in circles pointlessly for little less than a minute until he caught he waist and pulled her down but he lost his footing and landed on top of her. They sat laughing for a moment until it stopped being funny and they realised how close they were. Cam got lost in his deep eyes and tried not to notice how muscular he was and that his hair somehow got straighter when it was covered in sweat. He was defiantly too close now! But she couldn't get up, as long as she kept on looking into those gorgeous eyes her limbs were completely useless. They were dangerously close now and Cam knew what was going to happen. She was going to kiss Martin…and why shouldn't she? But then that thought hit her properly. She was going to kiss Martin?! they had been best friends all their life. Practically brother and sister because of their abandoning families that tide them together. She couldn't kiss him. Not with everything going on right now and defiantly not without thinking it through first.

"Get off me!" She said, pushing him of and running for the door. Her face steaming red and leaving Martin abandoned on the floor.

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"Dead?! What do you mean he's dead?!" Catherine's voice rang through the door as Cameron stood outside with her hand ready to knock. But Catherine's voice had stopped her. "Well, I know! But this is Chris we're talking about! I did think he'd be a little more careful…" The person who Cam saw as her mother's voice was edgy from the other side of the door and it sounded tired. "Yes, Yes! I know! These are hard times! The Italian divide! Morgan's! Cameron's! Baxter's! And the other half of those Bloody Solomon's! Blah! Blah! Blah! But I thought the circle had a little more sense than this! …Fine - Bye!" She snapped and Cammie could hear the phone slam down. That was the fifth phone call in a month she had over heard like that, and no matter how much effort she put into trying to find out what it all meant and what the other half of that phone conversation would be like she had had no luck.

She considered leaving. Catherine clearly had other things on her mind, but if she didn't show Catherine would get suspicious and these Friday dinners were common ground so she couldn't use the 'I forgot' excuse. So she knocked three times and tried to look as normal as possible as her mentor called her in.

"How was your day?" Catherine asked cheerily, but maybe it was the fact she had just heard her on the phone or just because she knew her so well. But Cameron could have sworn she heard a definite edge to Catherine's voice.

"Fine. Nothing different to the usual I suppose." She shrugged, sitting down on the opposite side of the desk and taking a bight of the home made burger that sat in front of her. Not only was Catherine Goode an amazing spy, she was also an impossibly good cook.

"I'm sorry if it's boring you being locked up in here for so long, it's just there isn't anything you can do at the moment." Catherine cooed leaning against her desk and stroking her hair. From the sound of that phone call it doesn't really sound like the circle is short of problems to fix. Cam wanted to point out but she smiled and said,

"No, don't worry. I like it here." Instead.

"Maybe next year I'll take you to Italy. I know you like it there and we might have something coming up around then." Catherine smiled and took her into a hug before Cameron could take another chip. Yeah I bet you will, Cammie thought after the Italian divide part of the phone call she had overheard.

"You'll be able to start full-time with the circle soon." She said softly, stroking her hair and Cam's heart jumped at that. There was nothing she loved more than going under cover and doing what real spies do, and she just wouldn't except her life going another way than working with the Circle of Cavan. Maybe that was it though, why she was going to see Solomon when she wasn't supposed to, didn't need to, and probably shouldn't after his sanity levels yesterday. She had been kept inside this Mountain for so long maybe she was just jumping at whatever form of spy-related opportunity she could find. It didn't really matter now though. She looked up at the clock, starting to feel a little anxious, but that's when she realised Solomon hadn't mentioned a time or a place they were supposed to meat at.

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After a few hours of getting really stressed out Cammie figured it would be best to just follow her normal schedule and if Joe Solomon was really that desperate to talk to her he'd find away of doing so. So at 10:45 she tied her hair up and lied on her bed. The wall to her room was curved and the sky light above her bed was pretty much right in front of her face when she slept so she stared out at the darkening sky and tried to get some sleep.

She didn't ,of course, for hours she tossed and turned trying to think about something else. She even tried to think of what had happened with Martin and what she'd say to him tomorrow but that just made her angry and confused so she tried the phone calls instead.

At 1pm when she still hadn't had a seconds sleep, she rolled around on her bed and opened her eyes witch were so heavy she'd lifted weights lighter than them. Something made her jump out of her covers and grab the knife she kept on her bedside table. She had seen something in the window, or rather somebody. She had seen a face. The window opened with out a noise, despite the fact that particular window creaked liked it was being tortured every time she opened it.

"Nice brush you've got there." Came a voice and. Cam looked at her raised hand and then back at her bedside table. Surely enough she had picked up her brush and the shinning knife still lay by her lamp. She walked back to her bed gingerly and looked out the window to see the face of Joe Solomon.

"What the hell are you doing outside my window…What the hell are you doing on the side of a mountain?!" she demanded but Solomon just looked into the rest of the room as if expecting to see someone and whispered,

"I needed to talk to you." And then he pushed himself from the window and jumped down the cliff. Cameron let out a short scream because although she wasn't that high up the fall would defiantly badly injure you and Solomon didn't have a rope. She jumped onto her bed and stuck her head out of the window expecting the worse.

A few feet down Joe Solomon was dangling from one of the most jagged rocks from the mountain without a scratch on him…he really was an amazing spy…or maybe he was just a skilful lunatic. Either way when he called for her to come one she climbed out of the window and started down the rocks towards him.

Shivering, Cammie reached the bottom with grazed feet and was getting seriously worried about what she would say to the guards to explain how she got out in the middle of the night without them noticing because she would not be climbing back up there again.

"What do you need to talk to me about?!" She snapped.

"You." he said but didn't elaborate so Cameron raised her eyebrows and he continued.

"Look Cammie-"

"Why do you call me Cammie?!" she snapped "Only my parents call me Cammie…only the bad guys call me Cammie." she said indignantly.

"The bad guys are not the same as your family, Cammie." He said and his tone was unique but Cam knew enough to know he was serious.

"What do you know!" She snapped.

"I know them!…and I knew you!" he explained sounding almost exasperated.

"You what?!" She demanded, forgetting about the cold.

"I know your family! I work with your family! I'm friends with your father! I was best man at their wedding! And I am your Godfather!" he said, like it was just that simple, but Cammie's head was buzzing. She could hear the music again and from everything she knew her instincts were screaming at her to run.

"So what are you doing here then?!" She spat out stepping towards him like she was about to attack him.

"When I joined I didn't know what it really was, just like you! I was young and I was stupid and the Circle of Cavan isn't really the sort of place you can just get up and leave from!" he explained desperately but Cameron had to refrain herself form kicking his ass more and more every second.

"So that's it, is it?!" She spat. "The story behind the circles greatest living spies is that he's nothing more than a cowardly traitor?" She demanded and brought every ounce of spy training and skill into her to strike out and hit him. But he was expecting every move, blocking every hit before the idea of them had even entered Cam's head.

"I'm much, much more than that Cammie." he said when there was a gap between a kick and her next move. She went for him again but he stopped her every time without even gaining a bruise. He finally went for a hit back, even though it was just a push but his strength knocked her to the ground.

"And I am many things, Cammie, but I am not a coward." She glared up at him and with a growl she jumped up to attack him again. Solomon only stepped out of the way and placed a napotine patch on her from behind. And before Cam could comprehend how gentle he had placed it there or why he said,

"I'm sorry Cammie."

She slipped into nothingness.

I know the ending was a little cheesy but that's all part of the business! Oh, and if anyone has been out of character since the begging of this story it will probably be explained later (with the exception of Cammie maybe because she's pretty self explanatory) but anyway please , please review because they make me really happy and I don't update until you do!