Hey guys.

I'm a little down because I only got 8 reviews for my last chapter, but eh, whatever.

I'll live; I'm just a little upset. Anyway sorry it's been like a week but I'm trying to write a Heist Society Fanfiction since I finished Uncommon Criminals a few days ago.

*Sigh* I had such high hopes for reviews….

So I was thinking maybe discontinuing, but that's a little stupid to stop writing because only a few reviewed. Anyway I dedicate this chapter to those 8 people who cared enough to review and I'll keep writing even though I'm a little put off….

Ugh. I just realized I'm PMS- never mind….

Carson clutched his jaw in grim satisfaction. I turned to the three others with my hands on my hips, they scattered, clapping my twin on the back. I raised an eyebrow as they propelled up through the ceiling and disappearing from sight.

"You've got some messed up friends." I inform him, slinging my arm around his shoulders, which was a little awkward considering he's 6ft 1inches of pure…..Carson… "Why are you here?"

"Can't a guy visit his favorite sister?" I shoved him slightly.

"I'm your only sister, dumbass. Now seriously, why are you here."

"Joe needs you." I sighed. Ever since I started here the terrorist group The Circle of Cavan had a major spike in attacks, and they needed as many agents as they could get.

"I'll be back by December, they can miss me until then." I stated and he rolled his eyes.

"We missed you in Czechoslovakia. Joe bought me a Aston Martin." I stared at him, and he threw his arms over my shoulder, laughing all the way.

The Morgan had been split apart slowly, family member by family member. They would capture us, we would escape, they would grab one of us. It was my dad first. I was only 6 at the time. I remember everything so vividly, and It caused me so many nightmares. After that was my Aunt Daniela. She was one of the cool aunts, the ones that can buy you lingerie and awesome clothes and it'd be normal. She had spiky hair and she could draw like no one else. She was grabbed last year. That's when it all started up again. The Circle was looking for something, something extremely important, and apparently the Morgan family has it. Carson was taken, but I found him later, apparently having escaped with the help of his cellmates.

Ten years ago, 3rd person

"Cason," She whispers to herself, her breath fogging on the train window. "Carson," she cries, and tackles the twelve year old, angering most of the French natives on the train to Paris.

"Cam?" he whispers, just as soft as she had moments ago. She nods and hugs him more.

"What happened?" she asks quietly, pulling herself into the chair next to him.

He answers her, leaving out most of the gruesome details, still thinking of her as the three year old he had left. But he could already see the changes.

Well first of all, she was 2ft anymore, her hair was more honey than blond, and her eyes went from an innocent baby blue to a fiery icy electric blue. His fist clenched when he noticed a guy eying her like some piece of meat. She didn't notice.

She never will.

Cammie's POV

I dragged him into the great hall after convincing him to stay for dinner. Heads swiveled in our direction. Forks dropped, eyes widened. My lips curled in my devilish smile when I saw a certain former Blackthorne boy's calm expression and murderous eyes.

"See," A female voice muttered. "She always gets the hot ones." It took everything I had not to bust a gut laughing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a special guest, Carson Morgan." Gasps echoed throughout the stone room, and I nearly laughed at all the shocked expressions. "He will be staying for the rest of the week. Ladies," I gave them a pointed look, "Please restrain from using The Houstonian Maneuver outside of P&E, unless," I glared at the boys, "Unless needed. That's all, you may leave." They filed out quietly and I turned to my friends. They glared at me, and I gave them a sheepish smile.

"This is my-"

"Older." He cut in.

"Twin brother, Carson." He took each of their hands, kissing them in an old fashioned manor.

"Pleasure," He said, and I rolled my eyes at their swoon.

Short, bittersweet, sucky, bla bla bla.

Thanks for reading this far, sorry for the shortness, and it may suck because, well, it's That time.

Anyway byyyyeeee

~Me~