Author's Note: Well well well, we all whinned about missing the book Zammie didn't we? Well well well, and now some of you want this to be a Cammie/Martin story do we? Well well well, You'll just have to wait... Okay so hey guys! :D Thanks for all the Reviews and now I'm in the SEVENTIES! :O well that makes me happy...This Chapter is fairly short but longer than I originally intended, and I'm insanely sorry about the slow update and everything but schools been a b*tch sooooo...GO!

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*FIRST MINI-REVEAL FOR THE SEQUEL AT THE END OF CHAPTER! THIER WILL BE ONE AT THE END OF EACH CHAPTER FROM NOW ON! THEY DON'T REALLY RUIN ANYTHING BUT DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT IT!*

P.S. I'm going to the theatre so I'll proof read tomorrow

Chapter. 10 - A chameleon amongst trees.

"Gone?!" Rachel demanded in disbelieve. "What do you mean she's gone?!" The two Morgan's were fuming as they stared down Joe Solomon who was currently sitting on a desk of Sublevel two like he had no clue why they were so angry.

"She ran away." He clarified as if they were fools for questioning it.

"She ran away!" Matt yelled, Just as disbelieving of his best friend as Joe appeared him. "She ran away on your watch! This is not okay Joe!"

In Solomon's rather eventful life he had never seen his best friend as angry as he saw him then, and yet his expression was unchanging, even if the inside was perhaps a little scared. He had once seen the very same Matthew Morgan kill someone with a pocket watch and he would never willingly get in a fight with him - even if his chances were pretty equal. Ever.

"I knew what I was doing." He reassured dismissively in the air of a man who had no idea what the two Morgans in front of him ,whose glares had intensified somewhat at his remark, were capable of.

"She's gone Joe! What the hell were you thinking taking her out there!" Rachel demanded gripping the back of a chair to prevent herself from hitting him...or to prepare herself to throw it at him.

"I recall being told to treat her like any other student." Solomon remarked calmly staring at his hand like he had some place else to be.

"SOLOMON!" Matt bellowed as he threw his ringing phone at him, not realising in his state that there was only one person who could get into the phones at the Gallagher Academy. Matt was a little less collect than Rachel at that moment, granted he was normally better than his wife at keeping calm in most situations, all situations really - Not that Rachel was the type to crack under pressure on a daily basis - Excluding those including his daughter. It had been like that since they lost her, he could never concentrate with so much music blearing in his head.

"Ooh, last name. Harsh." Highly unusual for him as it was, he left a sarcastic remark as he moved his head half an inch narrowly avoiding the phone that whizzed past his ear.

"Joe!" Rachel warned and he returned to his usual nonchalant self and sighed, looking her in the eye.

"I wouldn't have taken her if I didn't know she couldn't get away."

"She just did!" Matthew pointed out madly and Joe cut him a look.

"Look, whether you want to believe it or not there is a boy out there who cares a great deal about your daughter." He said like that was all the explanation they needed.

"Who are you talking about, Joe?" Rachel asked, she didn't yell, she just put her hand to her head and sounded slightly defeated and like she didn't have the time.

"Oh, You wouldn't want him here. To much bad blood." He assured but his words carried a slight venom like they'd had the argument before. The phone beeped and vibrated once more on the floor.

"Joseph Dameon Solomon! Don't you dare bring Zach into this again!" She snapped like she was tired of hearing it.

"Did I mention any names?" He asked but unjokingly after being called this version of the prolonged version of his name. Looking rather like a child who had just been 'Middle-Named'.

"How would Zach help in this situation anyway?! She...she was raised by the circle, Joe. She wasn't ready to go outside! Not yet!" Matt yelled, the only one with his voice still raised.

Joe stood up and walked around his desk, leaning on his chair and saying something he had wished could've gone unsaid.

"I'm not entirely sure if it's certain but there's one man who made an especially lengthy ride to make sure Cammie doesn't go back to the circle..." He sighed again and glanced away from best friend and sister-in-law not particularly fond of what came next.

"Do you really think Edward Townsend would let a member of the circle get too far away from CIA?" The Morgan's grew pale and Solomon folded his arms, not particularly pleased word could have gotten out to his least favourite colleague either.

Now it was Rachel's phone turn to ring and she was calm enough to remember that any call heard in the halls of Gallagher was a call from the director.

"Yes?...No, I'm sorry we were too busy killing Solomon...No...No, I'm sure you misheard me...Fine...Can't someone else do it?...yes...yes, okay then." As Rachel spoke Solomon stared as his best friend mimbed how painfully they were going to kill him without a change in expretion and when Rachel hung up he swung his chair around and sat down as he very rarely ever did.

"We're needed." Rachel said breathlessly, turning to her husband.

"No! Can't they get someone else in?!" Matt asked, calming himself down enough to speak to his wife.

"Well they were going to call in the Solomon's but apparently Abby's got something classified going on." Rachel explained like Joe wasn't even there. Matt glared at his best friend one last time before taking his wife by the hand and backing up slowly as he warned.

"I'll leave you to be killed by Abby...and when we get back, we'll kill you again." And only when they were out of sight did Solomon put is face in his palms and mentally kick himself. If only for a second. He took solemn in the fact their was someone looking for his niece; Who he didn't exactly trust and had only found when he had come looking for him, and yet he knew the bad blood wasn't all bad. Martin Abrams had Cammie's survival in mind whatever he wanted.

cCc

The Operative ran for 2 hours and only stopped three times.

She was passed by 72 cars, 4 motorcycles, 12 vans and 1 clown on a unicycle.

The Operative was forced to consider the unicycle could have been related to the fact she hadn't had a decent meal in weeks, she had been running non-stop for half an hour, she was more than a little confused and she was immensely dehydrated.

The Operative did not like that consideration.

She crossed the roads she ran by the side of 17 times and jumped over a road parter twice to create a larger distance.

The Operative finally decided to take cover in a woods a good few miles away from the Gallagher Academy in hope to relax the running a little.

The Operatives hopes were dashed almost immediately.

Cameron's breath was ragged and the world spun around her as she stumbled through the leaves, her legs barely being able to carry her. She tried to force her breath to steady but when she did she saw nothing but red and black spots so had to resort to stumbling towards a tree she leant against to take deep breaths.

When she was breathing at a regular pace she counted to ten and, ignoring her exhaustion, struggled through the trees. Despite her great escape she couldn't help feeling a little out of practice and she had no idea how long she had been walking when the ground started to slope down, and she found herself starring down at a beautiful wooden cabin. Cam stared at it for a long time, taking in all the security measures taken and noted that there were probably a dozen more she couldn't spot in her condition.

Crunch. She doubted she could get into it the way she was now. Crunch. It probably belongs to someone in the CIA anyway. Crunch. But in a way it's beauty reminded Cam of her beloved mountain and she found herself unable to turn away. Crunch. She almost jumped out of her skin when the crunching registered in her mind. She was sloppy. She was tired. And that bloody British operative was stomping across the same forest as her just a few feet behind.

She didn't panic and she didn't run. Or if she did she didn't show it. The mice could barely hear her as she threw herself against the nearest oak and steadied her breath more easily than before. But how does a Chameleon hide in a woods?

She ran through a dozen scenarios in her mind. But without a weapon and roughly two and a half feet between her until the next tree it seemed certain that God awful brit would find her eventually. Then what? They had taken a step back before, as if trying to turn her against the people she called her real family, now she'd be doomed. Now she'd be dead.

Cameron was certain Townsend hadn't seen her. Not that that was any sort of comfort. She couldn't risk trying to find out where he had gotten to without the chance of him seeing her. It wasn't like she could stay behind that tree forever either. Deciding to risk it she leant across the stump, only to have the breath caught in her throat as a hand covered her mouth and she finds herself starring into the beautiful blue eyes that had consumed her dreams.

All else forgotten Cam threw her arms around Martin like he was something long lost. He stumbled back slightly, but stiffened trying desperately not to mess their cover up. He relaxed when he was stable and Cameron embraced his warmth like an old friend. When there hug fell apart martin stared at Cammie with eyes swirling in so many emotions Cam could barely tell them apart, and when his hand slipped into hers and he leant forward, his lips close to her ear, she didn't hesitate when he whispered;

"Run."

Dear God I really haven't been able to get into writting this chapter, which is why I cut it short. I hate to say the next chapter will probably be even shorter but hopefully I can start posting every week again! If it's any constilation I've succesfully told my friends who don't read this everything that's going to happen but unless you're a very good stalker I don't suppose that's going to be much help so I don't really know why I mentioned it...

Please update and we can all party and hopefully I can find time and patience to update quickly again and we can all party and finish this damn story! :D Any who!

MINI REVEAL 1

These really wont be much or, well, I don't know...depends on your pespective...Today I let you all know the title to the sequel, which I've got to warn you could be taken pretty literally but hey lets not get in a fuss about it! Not like it's "Lie and Let Die" Or anything...Oh wait...No...That is what It's going to be called. ENJOY!