Hiya! Here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy. I do not own the Gallagher Girls.

The next day; Breakfast

Zach POV

I pushed my plate of waffles away from me. I couldn't eat. I was going to be fighting Cam in half an hour, and apparently she had been training non-stop since she challenged me. Grant had said that Bex was spending every spare minute with her in the P&E barn, but refused to say how she was doing.

I have no idea what made me say what I did. I wouldn't have said it normally. But when she said Gallagher girls were closer than a brotherhood, something seemed to bubble up inside me and take over my head, it was as if my mouth was on autopilot – and it was only afterwards I realised what I'd said. However, I couldn't dwell on the past. Right now I had to go get ready. Leaving Grant to finish off my discarded breakfast, I exited the hall and headed for my temporary office to get changed.

I put on a white top which hugged my muscles and showed them off. On my bottom half I wore black shorts and I threw on my grey training shoes.

Once changed, I grabbed a towel and a water bottle, and sauntered down to the P&E barn. I was quite confident, Cam hadn't been able to beat me so far in our lives; no one had, so I didn't think she would be able to now.

Boy was I wrong.

I arrived at the barn and a crowd was already forming. Word had spread and within minutes of the challenging, the whole school including the faculty knew about the fight.

I pushed my way through the crowd to the mat in the centre to find Cammie already there stretching. I put my bottle and towel down and walked to the middle to face Cam.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Aren't you going to stretch?" she asked, while bending forwards over her legs which were in the splits.

"Nah, I think I'll be fine." Truth be told, I didn't want to embarrass myself: gymnastics isn't one of my strong points.

She got up and Bex, who was refereeing, stepped between us with a whistle.

"Now, the challenge was for a good old, traditional fight – no weapons. If a weapon is used, you forfeit the fight, understood?" We nodded. "Good. Cammie, Do you want to put some shoes on?"

It was only once Bex had asked that that I realised Cam was barefoot.

"No thanks, I'm good."

"Ok, when I blow the whistle, you may begin." Bex stood back and brought the whistle up to her lips.

FWEEEEEEE!

The fight began.

I started to circle Cam, waiting for her to make the first move. She mirrored me, keeping a relaxed stance. Two minutes passed – still circling.

Eventually I got impatient. My left hand feinted a jab to her shoulder while my right foot came up in a round house kick. But quick as lightning, she ducked and her foot swept under my supporting leg and I fell to the floor.

Not waiting for her to pin me, I rolled over and hastily stood up again. I turned to face Cam. She was smirking at me. Why was she smirking at me? I found this out a second later when her fist connected with my stomach. I doubled over in pain and stumbled back a few steps. Since when was Cam so fast?

Quickly, I recovered and straightened. I ran over some possible moves in my mind, but dismissed most of them. Once I decided on one, I shifted my weight and prepared. Before she could realise what I was doing, I threw my right hand out to punch her left shoulder. Then my left hand went for a chop to the neck. I brought my right leg up to kick her head. They all connected with a considerable force, and the final move was supposed to be a sweep under her feet with my left leg, but that didn't happen. Somehow, she manipulated the move so she caught a pressure point each time I hit her, and when I went to kick her legs, she hit a final one on my ankle, and I was paralysed. My muscles tensed up, and I slowly lost the ability to speak.

Cam stood back to admire her work. She smirked and leaned over. "What was that you said about boys being better fighters than girls?"

I attempted to speak, but it came out as a muffled grunt. Cam reached out and grabbed my shoulder. She twisted her hand and I was free.

I stood up and turned to apologise, "Sure. Sure. But one lucky win doesn't prove you right." WHAT! Where the hell did that come from?

Her smirk morphed to a glare. There was a sharp pain in my cheek as she slapped me. Then she punched my face. Hard.

I slumped to the floor, and the last thing I saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Cam storming off to the changing room.

Cam POV

HOW DARE HE?!

I won the fight fair and square, and then he goes and says that!

I still couldn't believe how much he had changed since senior year. He wasn't the Zach I once knew and loved.

I sighed and entered my office. It was just as I had left it; computer off, photo of me and mom in Paris on the desk, my living quarters off to one side, and no bugs.

I shut the door and headed though to my private bathroom to take a shower. The hot water felt wonderful pounding down on my aching muscles.

Ten minutes later I got out, dried myself off, and redressed.

There were some papers that needed looking over for the director, so I decided to get them out the way before he got impatient. I made a mug of coffee in my little kitchen area and returned to my office.

I got through the door, and stopped.

Something was wrong.

I had definitely shut the door before taking a shower. Now it was slightly ajar.

Slowly, I crept into the room. Sweeping my eyes around, I noticed the picture of me and mom had been shifted slightly.

I cautiously set my mug down on the desk and cast my vision around once more.

There. Next to the door of my supply closet. Irregular dust patterns.

Silently, I edged towards the door. I arrived and carefully wrapped my hand round the handle.

Quickly I pulled the door open and came face to face with . . . Kayla?

"What the hell are you doing in my supply closet?!" I hadn't seen her since we graduated from Gallagher together.

She just smirked at me and threw her fist towards my face.

I ducked and took a step backwards, only to walk into something solid. Or should I say someone.

I whipped round to meet a very muscled chest. I looked up into blank emerald eyes before feeling a hand slap the back of my neck. A second later I realised it had been holding a napotine patch as I hit the ground.

Bex POV

(Straight after fight)

Bastard! Cammie could easily have killed him! Why the hell would he say that!

I turned and dragged Grant out the barn towards our suite. As we passed the janitors room, I told them to move Zach to his room.

We continued on and once we were in our room I flopped down onto the couch.

"Do you have any idea why he said that?" I asked Grant.

He had the look on his face he gets while thinking. "I'm not too sure, but before he said it, he looked like he was going to apologise. Then after, he looked horrified, almost as if he hadn't meant to say it," he replied.

I was puzzled, why would Zach say something he didn't want to say? I knew Grant was telling the truth, the two of them practically grew up together, so if anybody knew what Zach was thinking, Grant did.

However, that still didn't answer the question of why Zach said it.

I was about to ask another question, but was interrupted by the door being flung open and Alex barrelling through followed by George, Taylor and Sophia.

I looked up at them and jumped to my feet when I realised Alex had tears streaming down her face.

"Alex? What's wrong?"

"It's my mom," she cried. "She's gone!"

Cam POV

The first thing I remember was a pounding in my head. Slowly, I opened my eyes to the dim light of the room. Straight ahead of me, there was a wall. It probably used to be white, but now was a grubby grey colour with yellow stains scattered across it.

I tried to bring my hands up to massage my head, but discovered that they were tied to the chair behind me. A quick test showed that my ankles were tied in a similar fashion. The rough ropes they were tied with were tied too tight and cutting into my flesh.

Ignoring the pain, I looked around. Behind me, there was a plain brown door – a closed door. I'd be willing to bet locked too. The wood was scratched and dented, almost as if previous occupants had attempted to claw their way out in desperation. I shuddered. Not the thing to be thinking when you don't know where you are.

Other than that there wasn't anything in the room at all. The floor was a disgusting brown carpet, and the bare light bulb flickered slightly, not helping my headache.

Suddenly, the door was flung open and bright white light spilled through. I recoiled and squinted at the silhouetted figure in the doorway. They were quite tall, around six feet, and seemed to be holding something. They stepped in and a shorter figure followed them in, shutting the door behind them.

Once my eyes had adjusted to the dim light again, I realised the shorter one had red hair, familiar green eyes, and a sinister smirk on her lips. Catherine Goode.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? The famous Cameron Morgan. You hear that John? My wonderful new protégée caught Cameron Morgan." She said, sneering my name each time she said it.

"What do you want?" I asked, not in the mood for her games.

She turned back to me. "What? You mean I can't just have my son's schoolmate over to chat?" she said, feigning innocence. "What a shame. But, I suppose, if that's what you think, it saves a whole lot of time."

"Just tell me what you want to know," I said.

"What would be the fun in that?" she asked while leaning in over me.

"It would save a whole lot of time," I muttered under my breath.

"I know!" she said, ignoring me and taking a step back. "Why don't we bring in my protégée to have a chat?"

She turned to 'John' and told him to fetch 'Agent Alpha'.

He left the room, only to return two minutes later with 'Agent Alpha'.

At this point, I was still facing away from the door, so I couldn't see Catherine's new lapdog.

"Hello, Cammie."

I froze.

"I bet you weren't expecting this, were you?"

No! Of course I wasn't expecting this! How could I have even dreamt this was who Catherine had given the 'honour' of being 'Agent Alpha'.

"Well, if you're so good, why don't you come around and face me," I said.

There were footsteps and then I was looking up at the face of the person from my office. They smirked at me while I just glared back.

"Surprised?" they asked.

"Only at the fact you betrayed me. How could you? Why did you do it?"

Agent Alpha shrugged. "Better money, better training and I get to get back at you for everything you did to me, for everything you took away from me."

"What on earth did I take away from you!?" I asked. I honestly wanted to know.

Alpha's eyes flashed and they strode forward. "You know fine well what you took away from me, and for that, you'll pay," they hissed in my ear.

The last thing I remember of the encounter with Agent Alpha was a fist flying toward my unprotected face.

Sooo? What do you think? Please review! Iwant to know who you all think Agent Alpha is! And what you thought about the fight. Sorry if it was rubbish.

The next Chapter might not be out for a while, as I have a busy schedule for a while, but I'll try and write as much as I can.

LD xx