Hey. Sorry, but this is a slightly shorter chapter. I'm having really bad writers block right now. I must have sat and stared at the blank page for about an hour before even getting ths one started, then it's taken me close to a week to get this far. I didn't want to leave it any longer before giving you more, so I'm really sorry if it stinks.

I don't own.

Cam POV

I woke up to a pounding in my head. This feels rather familiar.

I was in the exact same pace as before, except now, I had what felt like a black eye forming.

Getting a massive sense of déjà vu, I turned round to face the door. However, this time, there were a few things different from before.

For one, 'John' was standing guard inside the door. And for another, there was a small table with a glass of what I hoped was water, and a plate of brown mush.

"Hey, John! What's that rather disgusting looking mush beside you?" I called.

He stared blankly at the wall.

"Hello? John? Johnny? Johnny boy? Anybody in there?"

He just continued staring, but I noticed his hands curled slightly round the club he was holding.

"Oh well. If you can't talk, you can't tell me to shut up, will you?" I said, a plan forming in my head.

His eyes shifted ever so slightly so he was looking at me.

"That's better, now you can see my wonderful face, cant you! I can't think of anything better. Now, have you seen the state of these walls? They really need a good scrubbing, and maybe a coat of paint. What colour do you think? I think maybe a nice bright yellow. Y'know, to cheer people up. You look like you need cheering up. Do you? I know! How about we have a sing-song! You go first. No? Ok, I'll go. The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, all day long. C'mon, it's no fun if you don't join in. You really should know this one. But if you don't, I can help. It's a song, usually sung by children, about a bus and it describes all the things that happen on the bus. It always starts off with the wheels, but then you can add whatever you want to. For instance, some people use babies crying, mothers shouting, windscreen wipers wiping, old ladies knitting. Can you knit? I can't. I think it's a really good skill to have. 'Coz if the jumper factory workers have a strike, you could make your own. Wouldn't you love to be able to make your own jumpers? You could make them in all different colours. And if you got really good, you could add names and things. Tell ya what, we could learn how to knit, and then make our very own buddy jumpers! Yours could say 'john' and have half of something – we'll need to decide what we want in the middle, how about a cat. Yes! You could have one half of the cat, and I'll have the other! I like cats. Do you? I hope you do if we're going to have one on our jumpers. Or what about a boat! Or a star, or a diamond – the sparkly kind, not the shape, or a dog, or . . ."

"For the love of god, would you SHUT UP!"

I smirked. "If you undo these knots and let me stretch my legs."

John shifted uncomfortably. "I can't. My boss would kill me. Just . . . shut up."

"That's not very nice, I would keep my side of the deal and shut up, and all you have to do is untie these ropes for a little while. Only five minutes. That's all I would need, promise! Or if you want, I could stay tied up, and we could stay gossip buddies. I do actually quite like our conversations. What about you? What do you think? Do you like them? John! Why won't you talk to me! I want you to talk to me! I like talking to people. You can learn a lot from people when they talk to you. But my friends say I need to talk less. Actually, that's not me they say that to; it's my other friend. She . . ."

"OK! I'll untie you. Five minutes, right? Then you'll let me tie you back up again."

I didn't move, not wanting to give him any reason to change his mind. He walked over to me, shaking his head and muttering about 'stupid prisoner lady', 'stupid job' and 'painkillers' for a 'stupid headache'.

He was about to untie me when the handle rattled in the door. John jumped back to his position and I inwardly groaned. Almost! All that for nothing!

The door swung open and I craned my neck to see who was coming in. My eyes hardened when I saw the room's newest occupant.

"Miss me?" she asked, smirking.

"Missing your absence, Alpha," I retorted, glaring.

"Now, now, that isn't how you want to speak to the person in charge of your welfare, is it?" she said coming round to face me. "If you behave, I could put in a good word with Catherine. Then again, if you do behave, I may just kill you quickly, rather than what I've got planned for you at the moment."

"Why did you leave Gallagher? Why did you betray your sisters? Why, Kayla?"

"They were never my sisters!" she spat. "They deserted me in my time of need, they stole from me, you stole from me."

"What did I steal?"

Kayla's eyes blazed and she leant into my face. "Zach."

Now I was confused. How did I steal Zach from her? Of course, being the spy I am, I didn't let this show on my face.

"Now," she said, standing up. "I want you to tell me where they are."

"Where what are?"

"Don't play innocent with me. You know exactly who I'm talking about."

"No, I honestly don't." I really didn't, but I wondered how long it would take her to catch onto this fact.

She scowled, and then seemed to remember something, and her scowl turned into an evil grin.

"Ok, you don't want to cooperate? I can sort that." She turned and left the room.

Two minutes later she returned. Leaning against the door frame smirking, she called out, "come on in!"

There were heavy footsteps as someone walked across the tiled hall which then became muffled as they reached the carpet.

I looked up at their face and my breathing hitched. Empty emerald eyes stared blankly back at me.

"Zach," I breathed.

Kayla strutted up to him and clasped her hands on his shoulder.

"Oh, Zachy-poo, Do you think you could give me a hand with something," she cooed at him.

"Yes," Zach replied blankly. Something wasn't right, Zach did not speak like that, and he did not let anybody call him 'Zachy-poo'. What was going on?

Kayla smirked at me and leaned in to Zach's ear. "Could you deal with our little guest, please? Plan 18, I you could."

Zach nodded, and moved forward to untie me.

I tensed when his warm hands brushed my freezing wrists as he expertly unwound the rope. I held my breath. The last piece fell to the ground, and I was up. I spun round ready for a fight, only to see Kayla looking murderous, and Zach twitching like he was about to have a fit.

"C . . . Ca . . . m . . . g . . . go . . ."

He didn't get any further. Kayla lunged at him and knocked him out with a napotine patch.

Taking my chance, I made my escape. Out the door and down the hall; left at the end then the right after 300 yards; through the area that smelt like popcorn and down the stairs; I stopped. I was in a basement of a sort. I had nothing. Following directions from your subconscious only works until it runs out of them. I had no clue where to go next. Hearing voices behind me, I yanked open the nearest door and darted through it.

Panting, I slid down the door to the ground. The voices faded and I relaxed ever so slightly, not completely – I was still in an enemy base with no clue where I was.

The room was dark, I couldn't see further than a few feet and there was no indication of how big it was. I cautiously stood up.

Suddenly floodlights flipped on. I brought my arm up to shield my eyes from the glare. Looking down, I saw a familiar pair of high heels click up to stand a few metres in front of me.

"I guess I'll just have to question you myself then wont I," came the nasally voice of Agent Smith from above me.

I stood up and stepped forward to meet her. "I'm not telling you anything."

She smirked, "that's what you say now."

The door flew open behind me and COC agents started piling through.

I sighed and didn't put up a fight when they grabbed me. There were at least a hundred in the room behind Kayla, fifty or so had just come through the door, and I had no idea of just how big the base was. Kayla probably had an entire army ready to detain me. I had no chance.

So I saved my energy. I would need it for what was to come.

There it is, hope it didn't disappoint too much. I know it isn't my best work, but any suggestions for how to continue are welcomed with welcome arms. I know how I want this to end; I just don't know how to keep going, if that makes any sense.

Any questions you have are welcomed and if I have missed any so far, I am really sorry.

LDxx