Hey ya'll,

Sorry it's been so long, I spilled water on my keyboard, so it's been in the shop for a few weeks.

Just to clear up a few things-

JACE IS NOT EVIL! I just have a really funny idea that will offend a lot people but deal with it. And Zach and Cammie will eventually get back together, and I have the perfect idea but I don't know how to work up to that point, so hold in there!

Oh and I so stole Jace from Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, and for those of you who have read it, this Jace is more like Alec and Magnus, if you know what I mean (*Wink, Wink*) And for those of you who haven't, Psh, losers :)

Oh, and I just came up with this amazing idea that I'm going to start really soon, maybe in this chapter, who knows? But I am giving up my weekend to write this so ya'll better be damn happy.

Disclaimer- I'm on a fanfiction site, obviously I'm not Ally Carter.

Also a few huge changes in this chapter, Cammie and Carson aren't the only kids of Matthew and Rachel. You'll see.

"This Wednesday." He confirmed. I took a shaking breath, whether out of excitement or disappointment, I will never know.

"Please Cam," He said, dropping all pretenses and became the caring man I know him to be. "We need you back here. You are the best, far better than some of our more seasoned operatives, please." He begged, something I never thought I'd hear from him.

"I-I don't know."

"Your friends, Agents Baxter, Sutton, and Mchenry agree only if you do. Cammie, we have an A mission we need you guys for. It's an A mission. Please Cammie. They would hav wanted you to do it." The phone slipped out of my hand, hitting the ground with a thud. I couldn't make out any clear thoughts. It was just a swirl of random words and memories. I could faintly hear him calling my name through the haze.

"Yes," I uttered the word, and it sealed my fate. I snapped it shut and slid against the wall, my face twisted in pain. I remembered everything. Everything.

"Run! Ma petit ange! Je t'aime quoi qu'il arrive mes cheris." He yelled in French. The eldest brother picked Cammie up, hoisting her four year old self onto his eight year shoulders. Her three other brothers ran behind them, dirt covering there grim faces. No one this age should experience such horrors as they were. Fire exploded behind them, but they kept going. They dodged people, trying hard not to fall into their clutches. Cammie shouldn't have been able to understand what was going on, but she did.

She understood.

My heart pounded, my breath came in quick, short pants, and sweat poured out of my every gland. My hair was whipping around in the wind, catching in my necklace and getting in my eyes. I flicked my brown waves away from my face and continued.

"398…..399….400." I panted, completing the last of my pushups. I stood, and half of Blackthorne's junior class was staring at me. I threw them a half smirk and Zach pushed off the wall.

"Want to spar a round?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head silently. He shrugged and went over to the weights. Grant spotted him, and I watched him bench press over three hundred pounds. His brown hair was plastered across his attractive face. His muscles, which weren't as prominent as you would think, bulged and rippled. Every single girl in the P&E barn stopped to stare, gaping like a fish out of water. He seemed to feel eyes on him, so he opened his jade eyes, and threw the girls a wink. I made a noise of disgust and Bex slung an arm over my shoulders. I chuckled under my breath and she offered to go a round with me, but I declined. Before I left, I scanned the room, noticing the new P&E coach that had every girl in rapture, Jace Herondale.

Jace jogged up to me as I was leaving, and I nodded to him. His eyes scanned the rooms, and once or twice he stopped and a light blush painted his cheeks. I raised an eyebrow.

The wind whipped my hair, thrashing it around violently. Icicles loomed overhead, like warning people who didn't belong. The scene seemed peaceful, a part of daily life. And yet, the freezing air seeped through my large jacket, and into my bones, into my soul. It was like a dark cloud hanging over everything, making my smiles disappear, and my attitude turn to ice. I slipped into a routine depression, snapping at everyone. It was like my soul slipped away with the warmth.

I fucking hate the cold.

"Cam, its only winter! Calm down, there's no need to go emo on us." Macey said, emphasizing her statement with a slap on my head. Macey seemed different today, almost distant ever since she came back from the library last night. I groaned, wrapping my arms around myself, grumbling. Anyone with common sense steered clear of me, and anyone that didn't got a broken nose. I turned into the great hall, taking up my position at the podium.

"Hello ladies. As most of you know we have acquired a new P&E teacher, Mr. Jace Herondale." I searched for him, but couldn't find his golden eyes. "Mrs. Ingrid left due to several injuries from that rabid bear attack last year in Guatemala. Now onto more recent news. As most of you realize, I am just the temporary headmistress until my mother comes back. The mission she was on is coming to a close and she should be coming home next Tuesday." This was interrupted with many cheers; my mother was one of the most popular headmistresses of this school. "So that means I will be reinstated in the CIA by next Wednesday." My sentence was cut off my many shouts and cries of protest. I held a finger to my lips, the universal sign for shut up.

"I will be leaving this school over winter break next week. I apologize for not telling you this sooner, but I just received the call from Jo- Director Solomon this morning. I promise I will be back, but the CIA needs their best." Bex smiled encouragingly at me, and Macey winked at me. Liz looked into my eyes in fear; she was called on the mission also. Zach had his mask in place, his face conveying nothing. I figured as much.

"That is all, enjoy your dinner." I coughed out, walking purposely out of the room with my head held high. I heard footsteps behind mine, and I whirled around, trapping a surprised Jace against the wall. His breath was let out in a single gasp, his eyes wide.

"Sorry," I apologized, and studied him. He nodded and I let him go. He glanced at me and walked ahead hesitantly. He was walking strangely, and I couldn't seem to figure out why. I followed him curiously, hiding in shadows and going into passage ways. He swung doors open and stepped out into the courtyard. The sky was clouded and it was lightly raining. I watched him with apprehension, hoping I could figure out where he had gone during dinner and why he was walking strangely. He pulled out something metal that flashed in the setting sun, and I strained my ear to listen.

"No, no I can't! Baby will you listen to me? I got a job, at Gallagher. I… I can't do this…. Jay, I am breaking up with you." He paused, and his eyes flashed with anger before he turned his back towards me. "I don't know, maybe I will find someone else!" He seemed angry at 'Jay' "Anyone will be better than you!" With that he slammed his phone down and put his hands in his hair.

I retreated quietly, and ran back down the hallway, just to exit out the back and into the rain. I gasped in shock at the sudden coldness opposed to the heat of the mansion. There was a figure sitting on something, in a similar position I left Jace in. His head snapped up so fast I thought he might get whiplash. My hazel eyes met shockingly green ones, and I winced. Zach.

"Cammie," He said a close to desperate voice. It didn't seem to register; my mind couldn't process everything all at once. He hasn't called me Gallagher girl in a while, which was both a relief and a pain at the same time. "Cammie I… you can't go on that mission." One of the many problems I have with people is when they try to control me. Zach was acting like I would bend to his will with a snap of his fingers.

"Who says you have a say in the matter? I don't think you own me." His eyes narrowed and something overcame him.

"I think I do get a say! Cameron this is a dangerous mission, one you don't need to be on-" I cut him off, my anger rising with every drop that fell on me.

"Newsflash Zachary," I spat with venom. "You have no control over me! You have been out of my life for six years, and I want it to stay that way." I didn't know what was coming out of my mouth; it was just angry words I had built up over time. "You pompous, egotistical, smartass bast-"

"I love you!" He yelled, and I stared at him. It wasn't his voice or his words. He seemed just as confused as I was. He twirled around and I saw two more figures behind us. Our fight was forgotten as we dove into the soaking wet bushes to avoid the people.

"Macey you know I love you! Why can't you just stop being such a bitch and actually look at me." I snorted internally, Way to tell someone you love them.

"You don't really love me! You just think you do! Carson listen to me!" I gaped once again. My brother? My head hurt with the effort of keeping everything straight. "You just think you do," She said quietly, almost sad. I shifted in the bushes to watch Macey's face, surprised to see tears streaming down her model like face.

"Macey," My brother pleaded. I was shocked, my hand covering my mouth to keep from screaming at my best friend. He sighed when she wouldn't look at him. "Just…just think about it, yeah?" With that he reached out his hand to do something, but pulled back at the last minute. He turned on his heel and walked away without one backwards glance. Macey, on the other hand, watched him walk, sobs escaping her lips. She collected herself as best she could and walked back into the school with her stilettos in her hand, her makeup running separate paths down her jaw. I climbed out of the bushes and without a word, walked into the house. Zach watched me; I could feel his eyes on my back.

When did my life get so complicated?

I was in the library, partly because of the warm fire and mostly because I needed to do some research for Liz because she couldn't get herself out of bed, which worried me a lot. She snapped at everyone, the sweet little girl I knew her to be was gone and I felt like crying. I scanned the old book with speed that would scare even Einstein. I heard quiet sniffling and I glanced around, expecting to see a seventh grader, or a heart broken high school student, which could be a little scary considering they are trained to kill, but every thought slipped from my mind when I spotted her.

It was Bex.

When I woke up Wednesday, everyone was quiet, each of us heaving burdens and secrets on our shoulders. Our eyes met at the same time, and we crushed each other in hugs.

Bex recovered first.

"My dad… he's been diagnosed….with cancer." She took a deep breath. "He went into surgery this morning... If they fail, he- he's gonna die." She stuttered out. "Everyone thought he was going to die in action, yeah? Saving the world, like Jason Bourne. But…"

"My dad lost his job." Liz blurted out. "I have to send him half my paycheck so he can pay the rent on the house. My dad almost lost everything… My mom, she…she left us for some rich d-doctor in Los Angeles and she wants me to visit but I just c-can't." Liz sobbed, and I held her, shushing her with soothing words. Macey took a deep breath, but was silent. I waited for her to say something, anything, but she didn't. She schooled her features. I bit my lip.

"Zach's a bastard." That made all of us laugh, and the heavy mood was lifted.

"Now that that's over, why don't we pack?" Macey asked, with a smile that didn't meet her eyes. I studied her carefully. Her usual squared shoulders were slumped; her eyes had dark circles under them. I could tell by her posture that she didn't want anyone to comment on it, so I left it alone.

After a while she was back to her usual self, throwing stuff at us, screaming at me about the state of my pores for about two full minutes. She curled my hair and piled it on top of my hair in a messy bun with strands hanging down. I slid on my worn combat boots and sighed, looking around the empty room.

I walked down to my office- well my mom's office. Her back was to me, and I could see a nasty bruise through her light white dress and cuts zigzagging up her arm. She turned to me, and I attacked her with a hug. She laughed, catching me and I noticed Carson behind us.

"Why didn't you wake me up, idiot?" I ask him, smacking the back of his head. He shrugs, smiling at me. I watched him carefully with a surge of sympathy. His usually neat brown waves were in knots, and bags were under his tired eyes. I wonder how I look, after hours of restless sleep plagued by nightmares filled with fire and explosions.

"You ready to go? Joe says we need to start as soon as possible. He says….He says this mission is different than others." I raise an eyebrow at him and he turns away from me. His eyes always gave away the answers to me since I knew him so well. It was the same for my eyes. I guess it was a sibling thing.

"Mom, can you do the speech?" She nodded and I ran back upstairs to get my suitcase. As I rolled them down the stairs I was (Once again) cursing the fact that elevators had not been invented in Gillian's time. When I finally got the stupid bags down the steps and looked up, my eyes met those shocking green eyes. His face was impassive.

"Yes?" I snapped, not in the mood for his games. I was sick of him stringing my heart behind him, even if he didn't realize it. I was tired of his constant change of behavior. I was done with feeling weak at the knees whenever he turned those soulless green orbs on me. I was fed up with all his constant bullshit he fed everyone. I was tired of him knowing everything about me and I didn't know a single personal thing about him. I didn't know his favorite color or where he went on vacations (although I'm pretty sure it wasn't pretty) Hell, I didn't even know his middle name. I guess my anger bled through my façade like a warning to back off.

"I just wanted to say… Good luck. If you ever need help, I'm here." I nodded tersely and slowly turned away.

"Oh and Gallagher Girl," The cockiness was back in his voice and it was almost like we were those ignorant high school students again, thinking they could save the world by themselves. I turned to him, and I felt warm, soft lips pressed to mine for a split second and it seemed like someone injected helium in me. For once in years, I finally felt safe. But then the world came crashing down and I shoved him off me.

"You lost me, Zachary. And I guarantee you will never get me back." He smiled softly, his eyes were warm and I couldn't figure out why.

"I know." He said quietly, almost like he was proud of me, and slipped away into a waiting black SUV.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, as you can see I, along with Dr. Smith, Madame Dabney, and Mrs. Easton are back to Gallagher academy. I would like to thank Elizabeth Sutton as replacement Chem teacher and Research track leader, Rebecca Baxter as fill in P&E teacher, Macey Mchenry as substitute C&A teacher, and Cameron Morgan as temporary headmistress. You have done an excellent job, ladies and I couldn't be more grateful." I smiled at my mom and she winked at me. I could hear some girls sniffling and I smiled again at the love I had for this school.

We each said our final goodbyes and I slid into the sleek black limo that would lead us to the biggest mission of our lives.

"Wait!" A voice called, and I turned to see Kiki Daniels and her friends rushing towards me. "Here." She said, out of breath. She handed me a beautiful diamond bracelet.

"It's from everyone, for being there for us." She said awkwardly, and I smiled. "It also has a distress signal, a watch, and internet access." She said, and I hugged her.

"Thanks." I whispered, hopping into the limo.

I slumped against the cold leather, sighing in content. I kicked open the mini fridge with my eyes closed with practiced ease, hooking a Red Bull and a Monster onto the straps of my heels, and tossed them with my foot. I caught both easily, and swallowed an Advil with a sip of one of the sports drinks.

"One of these days, I am going to get you over your addiction to those things." Macey mumbled, sipping a green tea daintily. In response I took a large gulp and Macey made a noise of disgust. I snorted, slouching even farther, drifting off to sleep despite the caffeine and sugar in my blood.

"Cam. Cammie wake up. Cameron Ann Morgan wake up this instant or I swear I'll throw away every single sports drink you own and-" I shot up off the seat, smacking my head against the low ceiling. Bex smirked and I scowled at her.

I checked my reflection in the mirror, finding my hair surprisingly nice, the bun still intact and the headband in the right place. I saw a few limp curls but it didn't matter much. Macey was using a straighter to her already pin-straight black hair. I wondered where she got it, but shrugged it off quickly when I noticed Liz looking out the window, tears rolling down her face. I slid in next to her and she jumped, looking at my worried face.

"Momma says I have to visit her. She won't take no for an answer but I don't think I can take her being all lovey-dovey with some thirty year old plastic surgeon. It's… Disgusting how quickly she left when the money was gone. She now has a step daughter named Whitney who is the biggest brat I have ever met, but Momma can't stop going on about how amazing and beautiful she is and how I should have turned out like her. She has the IQ of a chipmunk and mom can't seem to notice me." I hugged her, mumbling words of comfort. Liz took a shaky breath and sat straighter.

"Well, here we are." I could see the chrome doors of the CIA headquarters. Everyone thought the main office was in Langley but we have offices twice as big in Pennsylvania. The driver opened the door and I stepped out, thankful I opted for some ripped skinny jeans instead of the short pencil skirt Macey picked out. The man that opened the door got back in the car and drove off. A familiar figure was approaching, and I smiled widely.

"Hey Uncle Joe." I said, giving him a short hug. He returned the greeting and led us to his office, fetching a newbie to get our bags, took a look at all of Macey's clothes, and asked for three. The rookies struggled with the weight of Macey's clothes, me and Bex's weapons, and Liz's nerd gear. I snorted. Joe led us to a massive room in the heart of the building. It was decorated with large mahogany doors that stood out in the chrome area. There was a running fireplace that was warming the entire room, and on the wall in cursive gold letters was the CIA motto- "Vixi, Didici dilexi dimicavi" Or "I have lived, I have learned, I have loved, I have fought." In Latin. I sat on one of the few chairs in front of the large desk in the center of the circular room. My friends perched next to me, tense and nervous, But they didn't show it. I crossed my legs.

"What is this mission?" I asked. Solomon looked hesitant, and when he finally opened his mouth, it wasn't something I expected.

"Last week we received a message from the base in Florence, Italy. They need four of our best to investigate a lead involving the Circle of Cavan, and the Morgan family. According to Director Vendenci, he has reason to believe…. Noah and Benjamin Morgan are still alive." I went stiff. My brain stopped working and a huge lump formed in my throat. My eyes went red with anger.

"How dare you bring them up?" My voice cracked. "How dare you give me hope again? Is this some kind of sick, cruel joke to you? I finally accept that they are dead and you drag it back up again?" I stood, my chair flying behind me in a blind fit of rage. "Go rot in hell Solomon." I spat at him, turning and fleeing the room. I must have been a sight, since anyone in the hallway flattened themselves against the wall or ran in the opposite direction. I wiped furiously at my eyes, cursing the reaction I had.

Well I can kiss my job goodbye, I thought with a bitter laugh. I hid in a dark corner, willing myself to not cry. Bex found me a while later, and she just sat next to me. I could tell she was upset.

"Why didn't you tell us about them? Hiding a twin brother is one thing, hiding two more brothers is another thing. Cam, why?"

"I thought they were dead. I know they're dead. And I know if I talked about them too soon I would cry. And who wants to see that?" I asked with another harsh laugh. Bex raised an eyebrow. "The legend of the CIA bursting into tears, that would make Spies Weekly." Bex stood, holding her hands out to me. I took it, and she hefted me up. I twisted my new bracelet awkwardly.

"My mum had a stillborn." She said quietly as we start walking. "My parents had a name picked out and had a room decorated and everything. The doctors told her about eight months into the pregnancy that she wasn't going to make it. I was ten. Since then they haven't looked at me the same. The room is the same as it was all those years ago, and my mum walks in there once a year just to cry." She confides. I stare at her in shock. She shrugs.

"It's okay to have secrets Chameleon, but some are too big to keep by yourself."

Solomon spreads the pictures in front of me and inhaled sharply.

"The first one was in Madrid, and the other in London," He says softly, like he's afraid I'll explode if he talks to loud. I study it. The guy looks about twenty-six with soft brown hair and blue eyes. He looks like any other pedestrian on the street except for a faint white line on his neck.

"Noah," I mumble, recognizing the scar from when I pushed him out of a tree when I was four. I laughed breathlessly; this is easier than I thought.

The last one made my resistance almost crumble.

It was a boy of about eighteen or nineteen with baby blue eyes and shaggy blond hair. His mouth was curved in a half smile as he talked to the others, a smile I instantly recognized as the lopsided smile of my baby brother Ben. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I'm in."

Wow. 4,414 words and counting. Now wasn't that worth the wait? Haha probably not since I think it sucked but whatever. I most likely will be updating my other stories soon, but no promises. Again, sorry for the wait,

Shout out to WaitingForPrinceCharming for being my 100th reviewer :) Virtual cookie for you.

Tell me if you like the new angle, or if I should ditch this story and write a completely new one.

Oh and don't ya'll worry, Zach will be in every single chapter so yeah… They will eventually get back together, but I just love the tension waaay too much :)

Alright well, I'm going to stop boring ya'll, since most of you aren't even going to read this.

~Bye my lovelies~