Did not get a chance to update over Thanksgiving. Oh well, winter break is coming soon so…. UPDATES GALORE CAUSE I HAVE NO PLANS CAUSE I'm A LOSER LIKE THAT!

Not yet though, like another three weeks and. Ish? I wasn't really paying attention when the person was doing the math in study hall Monday.

Anyway… who wants to know about Grant? That's a MAWHAHAHA situation because only I know. I have the ending all planned out and everything. It will be awesome and sad at the same time.

I can just see the story developing into something better as it goes on. HEHEHEHE!

I will stop talking now and let you read!

Chapter 10 Zach pov.

I woke up to find my arm wrapped up and a spot of blood at the elbow. Than confused me. I know when I went to sleep that my arm was bandage free and not bloody whatsoever.

I sat up and shivered as the cold air hit my bare chest. They may be well equipped in this mountain COC headquarters but they did not have a good heating system. Come on, we're in the mountains people!

I groaned as lifted myself off the bed my muscles sore from the day before. I'm not going into details. I ripped at the bandage on my arm, wincing as I pulled the hair off. My elbow as sore with many needle marks, a few bloody. I groaned. This happened every so often. One of us would come out in the morning covered in needle marks.

We spent on of our rare off days checking the seams of the rooms but things were so well hidden and covered. After that Nick had spent a couple hours cooped up in his room. There was no way in and out of this room. Unless you went through the door which was heavily guarded but heat sensors, camera's trained on every angle. There were no blind spots. And the fact that they kept the door guarded 24/7.

I walked out to the living room area where Allison was sitting eating an apple. She didn't eat much most of the time. Dinner was usually the most she ate. It helped explain how she was really thin too. Not too thin. But thin. Nick said usually he did thin girls but not her. He got punched in the jaw for that.

"Hey Allison." I said. She waved her hand dismissing me as she went back to her book. She had been able to decipher the language it was written in and now read it fluently. I shook my head picking up a piece of really dry toast. God I missed the bread Cammie made. It was would always be warm and soft. You would put butter on it when it was hot and it would melt perfectly in to the bread.

It made me want to throw the toast I was eating at the wall. Let out my frustration. I was tired of this .Tired of my mom. I wanted to go home when my wife was and friends. I wanted to hold Cammie as close as I possibly could. I wanted to kiss her until she pushed me away. I pushed those thought out of my head. I could not focus entirely on Cammie right now. I had to focus on getting out of here and getting home.

For some reason I felt as though there was unrest at home. As if something else besides me had interrupted the lives of my friends. Allison looked up when I muttered something that I was thinking. Stupid think aloud. She gave me a calculating look before snapping her book closed.

"Any ideas yet?" she asked. Me and her had been trying to come up with ways to get out of here. Nick was not being helpful. Moping around and complaining. I shook my head. "I have one coming, it's just not coming." I said. She nodded and read over the back of her book.

"Good morning." Nick mumbled as he stumbled into the room looking sleepy. Allison ignored him. She was pissed at him again, not unusual. I knew that and it had only been about a month. I think. Again no way to keep track of time.

Nick plopped himself in a chair cracking open a beer. "Why would you drink a beer now?" Allison asked. Nick shrugged as he took a drink.

5 hours later

We were forced into our quarters again. Nick collapsed on the couch. I immediately got my pad and paper and started writing. While we were being tortured again I had come up with my best idea yet to get us out of here. I had been planning the entire time. Allison came back pulling her hair into a sloppy bun. I could not help but notice that Nick was watching her and not in a hateful way.

I smirked. "What are you smirking about?" Allison asked picking up her book again. I quickly whipped the smirk away. "Nothing." I said sending a look to Nick. "What?" he said and closed his eyes. But being a spy and all I knew when he turned on his side he was watching Allison through his half-lidded eyes.

I also saw Allison glance over at Nick. She had a hard look on her face so she knew that he was probably looking at her. We sat there for half an hour. Complete silence.

"You've been writing like crazy over there man, when are you going to quit." Nick complained. "When we get out of here." I said. "I bet he's gotten a lot farther than you." Allison said. Nick glared at her. "I think this one might work if we could just get a hold of a laptop and some explosives." I said.

"I have some explosives.' Allison said straightening up. "WHAT?" Nick shot up. "Yea, I'll go get them.' She said standing up. She ran out and was back in like 5 seconds. She put tiny explosives on the table. "Where did you get these?" I asked looking them over. "Yea. I'd like to know. How the hell did you get explosives?" Nick whispered-yelled.

"Um I had them when they kidnapped me." Allison said. "Where did you keep them?" Nick said picking one up. "Most women keep their little explosives in her undergarments and they don't exactly strip search you just some of those men are pretty grabby." Nick threw do what he was holding in disgust. Did Cammie do that? I thought. "So you had these explosives for almost a year we have been in this room and you didn't tell me about them?" Nick said. His hand kept opening and closing into a fist.

"You never asked." Allison said ignoring him and sitting back in her chair. "This isn't an explosive." I said holding up a green flash drive thing. "Oh that, that's a hacking device. Can hack through anything, any device in about 30 seconds." Allison said. "That would have been nice to know too." Nick grumbled. Allison just shrugged.

"Yea we have explosives but we need a laptop for the rest of it to work." I said leaning back in my chair. I think Cammie would be proud of me because of my plan. Either that or she would call me a smart ass.

"I can try that later when they bring us food." Allison said a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Nick rolled his eyes as he faced the other way on the couch. "Great, now go hide these." I said picking up the explosives. Allison ran off to hide them. "What was with all the looks at Allison?" I asked Nick.

Nick turned his head towards me. "What do you mean?" he asked. I gave him a knowing look. Nick rolled his eyes. "She was messing with me earlier, playing her silly mind games. I was imagining her as a pig." He said. I smirked and shook my head.

When the brought dinner to us Allison was the one to receive it. She got up before Nick or I could but Nick wasn't moving. He had sprawled over the whole couch.

"Can we get a laptop?" Allison asked sweetly. 'Why would you need a laptop?" came a gruff voice. Allison looked back at Nick a smirked crossing her face. Nick somehow felt the smirk and turned to look at her frowning.

"Well you see Nick here; he has to curb his writing addiction. He's a poet you know and when he has too many poems in his head he goes berserk. And you and I both know that a mad test subject doesn't work well." By the time Allison finished Nick was up and it didn't' looked good. So I did what I did best and blended into my surroundings.

"Uh, I don't know. I guess, let me ask the boss." And the guy ran off. Allison turned a tray of food in her hand. "I hate you." Nick growled. Allison smiled sweetly. "Then you'll be happy to know, the feelings mutual."

Bex pov.

I kicked and punched my opponent until they were moaning and groaning on the floor. I was breathing hard and sweating just like the night before Grant disappeared. I won't go into details.

One month. ONE FREAKING MONTH AND WE WOULD HAVE BEEN MARRIED! I kicked my opponent again sending him into a cry of pain. Several others my opponents I had already faced were glaring at me.

I felt crushed but Rebecca Baxter would not show her true feelings at the moment. I had to get my mind off Grant somehow. I knew that no one would approve of me getting sloshed. I might lose my job for that especially if I babbled something about the CIA.

I punched a locker in the locker room, frustration and adrenaline running through my veins.

Sighing I leaned against the locker had just punched. I think I did more damage to my fist that I did the locker. I felt empty without Grant there now. I loved the way he was helplessly dumb sometimes but he was the best at making me feel loved.

Right now I wanted his arms around me. God now I sound like Cammie. She would mumble about Zach. I didn't want to be like Cammie. I know she wanted to help but they would not let her because of her condition.

But I could. I could go find Grant. I could. I have nothing tying me down right now. I can put my silly wedding plans on hold. Postpone the wedding. I smiled a bit looking up at the florescent lights.

Third Person

Grant opened his eyes but shut them. His head hurt like hell. Slowly, painfully he lifted his arm and felt the back of his head. His hand came back covered in blood.

Bex. He thought. He sat up. But sat up too quickly. He immediately felt dizzy and sick. He felt motion beneath his butt where he was sitting. Wait all of his surroundings were moving. Rhythmically. "Shit." He muttered.

Grant was on a boat. A boat headed who-knows-where.

Liz pov.

Bex came bursting through the door of the lab, causing both me and Jonas to jump. "Liz," she started a hard look on her face.

"What?" I asked as Jonas went back to his laptop. "Check for fingerprints and other evidence in my apartment and test them. I'm finding Grant."

"But you don't have authorization to proclaim a search for him." Jonas said. "Then I'm self-proclaiming." Bex said turning on the balls of her feet and streaking away.

"She's determined." Jonas said. I nodded before taking his chin and kissing him.

Cammie pov.

I was curled up on the couch with Brady next to me. I could tell he missed Macey since he was a bit clingy to me today.

He was watching some mindless kids T.V. show as I stared out the window while playing with Brady's hair. I reached over and grabbed the bowl of chips I had brought out since I was starving. Hey I was eating for two here. As I ate I rested my hand on my swelling stomach.

I felt a little bit of movement as I did every day. The movement scared me a bit knowing that I had a person inside me. I shut my eyes trying to black a headache. I dipped the chips in the guacamole and honey with a sprinkle of parmesan cheese and red pepper flakes. Well I was in my weird craving days according to Macey.

Jut yesterday I had eaten a whole ting of pickles with a side of peanut butter. I didn't feel good afterword's.

Just then the door bust open causing me to jump and put Brady behind me where he would be safe. I stood up ready to fight. "Cammie!" I let out a sigh of relief my hand to my chest. "Oh thank god it's just you Bex." I said.

"Yea, yea whatever, I need something from you." She said walking in briskly. Brady ran up to her going "Bexy, Bexy, Bexy!" Bexy juts ruffled his hair as she picked up a chip.

"What do you need?" I asked sitting on the arm of the couch. "I need your really good comm's unit then one Zach gave you for Christmas last year. What the hell is this?" she said after taking a bite of the dip. "Bex, first of all language, second that's mine and third why?"

I took my bowl of homemade dip back from her. Bex shrugged. "I'm headed to India, going to find my fiancé and your husband." She said nonchalantly.

"No. NO, no, no. Bex you're going to get yourself killed." I said standing up. "Well you want your husband back right? I want my fiancé back. It's a win, win." She said. "Ah, no it's not. If you get killed or go MIA than that just makes the whole mess worse." I said. "Well than at least I know I will die trying!" Bex retorted.

"Bex please don't do this." I pleaded. "Relax Cam, I'm no leaving yet. I have Liz and Jonas on the case too. And I'm doing this for you too." And on that note she left her anger trailing behind her like a bitter sword.

Well how'd you like the other perspectives in there? I know the story is going a bit slow but now it's about to pick up. I have everything planned and I know how it will end and there may be sequel if you all want one.

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