A/N - A lot is explained in this chapter so yeah. I'm trying no to drag it on too much as I don't want to bore people haha.

Chapter 3.

I just laid on the floor for what seemed like forever. I couldn't really be bothered to go to the bed and the floor looked comfy enough, so there. Eventually I heard voices outside the door. I couldn't understand what they we're saying but I knew they were both male. The lock in the door clicked and in walked the boy from before and another man I had never seen. He had gorgeous short dark hair and dark eyes. He was definitely older than Dress Up Boy but surely not by much.

He walked over to me and pulled me into a handshake. While shaking his hand I felt a sharp prick in the palm of my hand, which caused me to yell in shock. He chuckled and pulled away. He then pulled a needle away from his hand and into a plastic bag, like the ones on CSI.

"DNA test" he said bluntly.

"Um, why?" I asked, confused as to why they want my DNA. Oh my god they're going to clone me!

He chuckled again and said "I'm Joe Solomon, nice to meet you Ms Cooper."

Fine just don't answer my question, just use my genes for any purpose.

"How do you know my surname?" I hadn't told anyone my surname had I? No I'm sure I hadn't.

"I know these things. I trust you got here nicely." Not answering me, again. Seriously what is it with people here?

"Oh yeah, if kidnapping is deemed as nice." I said sassily. Solomon just turned to glare at Dress Up Boy, who held his hands up in surrender.

"I apologise for that Ms Cooper. You see, Zach here has been going through a bit of a kidnapping phase. And if you specifically tell him not to kidnap you, of course the temptation gets a bit much." Zach. It suited him. Zach just laughed huskily to himself while Solomon rolled his eyes. "Zach, will you ask Dr Fibbs to run this through and if the results are as expected can you grab Rachel and bring her here please?" he said, handing Zach the CSI bag, before he ran out the door.

"Can you please tell me what is happening?" I asked Solomon, tired of not knowing. He just looked at me sympathetically and said,

"I know this is confusing, not helped by Mr Goode, but I'm afraid I can't tell you right now. Plus, once I can tell you, it's not my job to do so, however it is Rachel's." okay so at least I'd be getting somewhere soon, but all I could do was sigh.

A few more minutes passed when Zach re-entered with a woman (I assumed that was Rachel.) who was quite simply stunning. Like seriously she had flawless skin, beautiful long dark hair that shone in the light, and bright blue eyes that were starting to water. She immediately ran over to me, pulled to into a huge bear hug and started sobbing on my shoulder while I just stood awkwardly not sure of what to do. She soon pulled away, held my shoulders and examined me. 'It was getting more awkward' I thought to myself.

"You look just like your father." She said sadly. She knew my father? Like my real one?

"You know my real dad? As in like biological? Like the one I'm 50% percent of?"

She smiled sadly at my questions and just said simply "Kiddo, sit down I need to tell you something." I did what she asked and sat. As I sat, I couldn't help but think about when my adoptive parents said that to me and how crazy everything was currently because of it.

Rachel sat down next to me and said what she needed to tell me. "Okay well, I do know your father. We were married for 14 years. Two years into our marriage, I fell pregnant. We were ecstatic obviously, but scared. No one could know of my pregnancy or the baby, it was too dangerous for all of us. We decided that, in order to keep our child safe, we had to put it up for adoption once born. So we made fake names and lived under them until the baby was born and had been adopted. We moved to the US to keep the baby further from threats here." Right then, is this relevant to any of this? "We went under the names Georgia and Dominic Slater as they were completely different to Rachel and Mathew Morgan."

Georgia and Dominic. They're my parents. But they're actually called Rachel and Mathew Morgan, okay.

"So you're my mom?" I asked starting to get teary eyed at the thought of this woman as my mother. She merely nodded and pulled me back into a hug where we both cried for a few minutes. When we pulled away I saw Zach and Joe stood awkwardly at the back of the room. I remembered Zach asking what I wanted to be called. "Why did Zach ask if I wanted to be called Cameron?"

"My maiden name was Cameron and we decided that we would call our child that. We did name you Cameron, but your adoptive parents changed your name to Lilly. But when you were spoken about here we called you Cammie or Cam." Cameron Morgan. I like it.

"Okay, well call me whatever. No one here knows me so I could quite easily get everyone to call me Cammie."

From the back I heard the two laugh and Zach mutter something along the lines of "Yeah because absolutely no one has heard of Cammie Morgan" followed by an elbow in his rib from Joe and a glare from my mom. Weird boy.

"So can I meet my dad now?" I continued. Mom looked at me like she was going to cry again.

"Kiddo, four years ago your father went missing. Those dangers I was talking about got to him."

Oh.

"What do you mean dangers?"

Mom looked at Joe and looked like she was asking permission with her eyes, Joe nodded and she turned back to face me.

"Cam, your father and I were spies. Joe and Zach are too."