chapter 18

Zach's pov:

I woke up on the ground, my heart beating miles a minute and all I could think was run. run. run. I saw her laying on the ground, I was breathless at the sight. Unsure and scared that something was wrong with her or the baby. I began to shout her name, my throat felt as if it were being engulfed with flames and I could feel the smoke rushing wild in my throat meeting me with the sickly feeling it gave. "Gallagher Girl!" I shouted. "Cammie!"

I tugged on her arm, panic fresh in my chest and I could hear the blood pounding in my ears and the heart skipping out of my chest. "Cammie."

She rolled her head towards me and coughed, "Be quiet. I'm tired."

I couldn't believe it. I pulled her up into my arms and felt her head rest on my chest. "Oh Cammie..." I trailed off. "Remind me to kill you later for puting your self in danger like that," I told her.

"Not funny," she snapped.

"I'm not laughing."

"Of course you're not laughing, this is exactly why I never tell you about missions ahead of time, because you obviously wouldn't let me go any other way," Cammie muttered.

"You what...? You planned all those missions out without my knowledge...?" I stared at her, my eyes widened but she just rolled her eyes.

"That is beside the point. We need to figure a way to get out of here and you aren't looking so well right now," she told me. I realized that I hadn't even thought about my wounds and then I noticed the way her ankle was at a strange angle and the way she barely moved it and when she did she gave a small considerably small wince.

"Are you okay...?" I asked.

"Fine..." she mumbled.

"Okay," I raised an eyebrow at her. "How do you really feel?" I nodded towards the ankle.

"Real swell," she managed to stand and stumble into me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.

"We're going to be okay."

"Take your shirt off."

"I know we missed each other and all, but really? Sex? Right now?" I tried to laugh but I faltered. She wasn't talking about sex and I knew that, but I didn't want her to see the damage left over from the bullets.

"Zach," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and strip."

A moment later I was there in my boxer shorts and... nothin.

"God, Zach and you didn't think to meantion any of this to me before?" Her eyes scanned over the dried blood and the holes that were left from bullets.

"Before I didn't think I was going to live through that," I huffed.

"Don't be a dick," she muttered.

"Don't be a bitch..." she glared at me so I shut up.

She flinched as she dug her fingers into the gaping holes and pulled the silver, bloody bullets from my skin. I winced and let out long shouts and screams. Tears were in her eyes but I was almost proud of her for not backing down.

"Gallagher Girl..." I coughed and that was the last thing I said before everything went black and I felt nothing but the cold.

Cammie's pov:

I saw the blood welling onto his shirt and I pressed my hand into the wounds, willing it not to bring him any pain. I dragged him through the grass until I came upon the cars we'd used on the mission. Obviously the lisense plates were compromised by the CIA by now, the ones that the NSA had issued us, but it would have to do. Normal cops wouldn't batt an eyelash at it, I still felt that hope swelling in my chest.

I pulled him inside and slid him into the back seat and pulled the first aid kit from the top compartment, considering the car was issued by the NSA and the CIA the first aid kit was just a lit bit more fancy than a normal one and my hands were right to work as I pulled the bottle of rubbing alcohol out and dumped it on him. It' probably a good thing he wasn't awake because this would have been really painful.

I pulled the bandages out and wound it, maybe to tightly because he was letting out ragged breaths and I lightened up my wrapping.

He opened his eyes and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Good, you're awake," I said softly.

"Of course I am," He breathed.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Good_ Watch out Cammie!"

I spun around just in time to see a bullet pierce through a window and I knew that we had snipers on us now but I didn't panic. I just handed him his black leather jacket and helped him up and then all hell broke loose as the bullets came at us and a cry escaped my throat as a bullet came through the seat and I knew our only slight chance of survival was to try and crawl out the back of the car and scramble onto the road hoping that we don't get runover or shot.

Cameron Morgan's list of thing to do when you might die in the next second or so:

1. Apologize in your head for accidentally breaking Liz's ipod and never quite having the chance to mention that to her.

2. Try not to jump up and down because the woman who has tried to and almost killed you multiple times is dead.

3. Make out sessions are wonderful, but when your boyfriend has multiple bullet wounds and will probably not appreciate it.

I pulled him through the door and ducked down as the bullets came rushing at us. "Cam..."

I began to crawl through the street, mind you I had just gone through a bad explosive trauma... so I probably wasn't having the most wonderful time trying to think.

What? I really wasn't that focused...

A car honked and I slid in the path of a car coming my way and felt a gasp escape my lips and then Zach pushed me out of the way, following me there.

"Get in the car!" Someone shouted.

I looked up and saw who other than Abigail Cameron.