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Macey POV

"Come on, Liz, we have to go."

We were walking down the halls of the CIA building Cammie was staying in. I looked at Liz and shot our signal cough. Her confused expression was replaced with understanding as we left the building.

"Okay, so you remember the plan, right?"

"Yup. Which car did you bring?"

"Minivan and I'm glad I did. There were no passageways, let alone entrances, without cameras!"

"Well, they are a pretty guarded place, Mace."

"What to the evs. Now, did you bring the fake IDs?"

"I put them in the clothing bag before we left."

I nodded and unlocked the van. We changed in the back seat and I did each other's makeup, as well as helping each other put on our wigs. I wore an orange sundress and Liz wore a blue halter neck top with khaki shorts. I made Liz's hair into a side fishtail braid and I wore a pin staright, blonde wig. I put in green colored contacts and Liz had brown.

"Let me do all the talking," I said as we approached the main doors. Liz didn't seem to mind. Besides, it had fit our covers perfectly.

Surprisingly, she didn't freak out as we encountered the big security guard.

"Can I see your badges ladies?"

"Of course. We have been moved to this location of the Central Intelligence Agency. Research project," I explained as I handed him our badges.

He carefully eyed both of them and stared at us. "So you," he turned to Liz, "are Miss Madeline Feldman?"

"Yes. I am one of the best at my other company for technologies and things like that."

"And you," turning to me, "are Miss Aubrey Moore?"

"Specializing in field."

"Oh yeah, I've heard of you two before. Weren't you MIA?" I turned to Liz, panic boiling up inside of me.

"This story again?" Liz asked. "We were declared MIA before we showed back up at our old agency. They decided to relocate us here, where we will continue our project on much safer grounds."

I wanted to hug Liz for easily lying. Well, technically the ladies we are impersonating were MIA for a reason which Liz knows and are still stranded somewhere. So she wasn't really lying, but I was still proud of her.

"Oh, I must not have gotten that memo," he mumbled.

"So, if you don't mind, can we have the key to side-base room number 44A?"

"Right," he said, handing me the keys. "But if I may inquire, what are you ladies researching?"

I was about to come up with some lie when Liz beat me to it. "That's simple. It was the mission in which we got lost in- number 214."

He nodded and had a… sympathetic… look in his eyes. I wonder why.

As Liz walked down, I just realized that she had said a certain case number to the guard. And she had to know what it was.

"Umm, Liz?"

"Yes?"

"What did you tell him we were working on?"

She stopped and I could tell that she was raising an eyebrow.

"The KIA of Matthew Morgan."

Zach POV

"Are you sure you don't need anything else, Cam?"

"No thank you."

I looked at her from my chair in her hospital room. Her eyes were closed and her left eye was covered with gauze.

"Are you okay?" I asked, getting up to sit next to her on the bed and entwining our fingers together.

She opened her right eye and responded, "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

She nodded. I bent down and gave her a kiss. I started to leave a trail of kisses down her neck when we heard footsteps outside. I made it back in time to my chair before the door was opened. And I'm glad I did, because Mr. Solomon walked in and only gave me a slightly furious glare.

"Zachary, you can leave now."

"But sir, Cammie needs me." I looked over at Cammie, who was pretending to be asleep.

He scoffed. "Zach, I don't want you to even think of getting back together with Cam. You hurt her. Be thankful that I have chosen not to hurt you."

"Being a little protective, aren't we?"

"Okay, you two can be friendly. Not friends with benefits. Or bed buddies, for that matter. When she wakes up, tell her Dr. Marshall will be coming in at 5."

Dr. Marshall?! The overprotective boyfriend in me came out. "So you won't let me, somebody you know and somewhat trust, love your goddaughter but you're willing to let some stranger run his hands all over her?"

"Dr. Cassidy Marshall."

"Oh," I said awkwardly. He rolled his eyes and left the room.

"Now who is the overprotective one?" Cammie teased from her bed. I had honestly forgotten she was awake.

"You know you want me, Gallagher Girl."

She laughed and took a little nap before the doctor came in.

"Ms. Morgan?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm here to give you your medicine."

Cammie groaned. "No! Not those drops again!"

"Don't worry, ma'am, you are not required to open your eye today."

Cammie winced. "So you have to give me a shot?"

Cassidy-I prefer calling doctors by their first names- chuckled. "We're switching you to pills now."

Cammie breathed a sigh of relief.

"So her eyesight is fine?" I asked the doctor.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I'll tell you outside."

Instantly, I felt panic boil up inside of me. What if Cammie had to stay this way forever? I said goodbye to Cammie and followed Cassidy outside.

"So what's wrong with her eyes?"

"The good news is that she is only without her eyesight temporarily. We are going to start surgeries with her tomorrow, but those pills should help tremendously. Although the only downside with them is that she'll be sleepy, but that's okay. She had quite a scare that night."

I didn't fail to notice that she avoided answering my question. "So how did this happen?"

"We have two main theories: One, during her attack in the woods, she was sprayed with mace; Two, her blow to the head caused cranial pressure, fluids in her skull increasing heaviness against nerves or the optical canal itself. We are confident with the second theory, however, seeing as her head accident caused her to black out and have short term memory loss."

"But you are pretty sure that the accident happened in the woods?"

Something told me that Cammie wasn't injured that badly in the woods- it had to be something else. But what?

"We are 99% positive. It would take much evidence to change our minds."

Then I'll be the one to find that evidence. A thought suddenly occurred to me.

"But Cammie was fine when she first woke up in the hospital."

"Mr. Goode, is it?" I nodded. "An accident like that-and I'm still talking about the second theory- might take several hours to take full effect on a person like Cameron. Think about it, Zachary. She is a natural-born spy. She is stronger and practically 'built' to withstand pain. But obviously she was hit extra hard."

I thanked her and went back to the room. I knew what I was secretly going to do- prove that something else had caused Cammie's temporary vision loss. I started searching the rooms for cameras and anything else that could help me find answers and possibly save Cammie.

Macey POV

We sat in a huge room, Liz checking control panels, tracking people, and other Liz stuff. I sat in the corner of the room, reading files and occasionally taking notes for Liz. By the time we had to get back to the Institute, we had found a lot. Well, mostly Liz, but I found pictures.

"Thanks Jon. We'll be back tomorrow," I said as Liz trailed in front of me.

Jon, the security guard, let us take manila folders to put our stuff in and one official document file. He even let Liz take a CIA laptop, although they can probably track down what we're doing on it.

"So you guys live at your old agency, right?"

"Yeah, here's our number," Liz said, handing him a card.

"Liz, what if he tries to call us? He'll figure out the phone doesn't belong to the CIA building Aubrey and Madeline work in!" I cried once we got into the van.

"Who says it's not from the building?" she asked, putting all our stuff away.

As I put the disguises into a duffle bag, I realized that Cammie was right; Liz is the most dangerous one of us all.

"Do you have the pictures, Macey?"

"Yeah, I have the logo and main building, which is undercover."

"Great, so we'll just reread the files in our room. We should really put all this stuff in a secret passageway."

"How about the one that has a view of the woods? We just go through the brick next to the tinted window. It's pretty spacious-I've seen it a couple of times. And the best part is we can watch more of the base camp- if it's still there."

"Great."

We unloaded all our things when we got there. Every file was laid out, and Liz put security measures into the passageway. It must be a pretty obvious space anyway, seeing as I was able to find it.

"So Liz, what did you find? Like the biggest clue?"

She was looking around for something as she answered. "I'll tell you everything tomorrow when we go back, but I can tell you some things right now. The CU is a group of people. I don't know how to identify them, but their leader wears a navy blue sweatshirt. I actually have a picture of her that I found in some recent files."

The leader had on a navy blue sweatshirt with black leggings. She wears navy blue boots and has blonde hair. Her skin is fairly pale, and there was something around her neck. And she as leaning against a tree, her head looking down.

"Wait, isn't this at the woods right over there?" I asked, pointing outside the window. Liz nodded.

"So this means, the CIA knows? That Cammie saw the leader and was injured by one of the members? And they're not doing anything about it?"

"Well, I'm guessing they are. But in secret. The CU is so hush-hush anyway. But I do know something about the leader that the CIA may not."

"What?"

"Somehow, she was involved with Matthew Morgan, Cammie's dad."

Cammie POV

The darkness in the woods crept on you, and followed your every step. You were one step closer to finding out who this mysterious figure was, and possibly being able to have the potential to stop him or her before things got out of hand.

And there she stood. Menacing. Plotting. Watching. As she was staring at the ground, you quickly tried to notice everything about her. But you had studied everything but the locket. And if you had noticed the locket, it might have saved a life or two.

However, one look of the locket allowed many answers- but with every answer more questions are formed. It's a never ending cycle, much like life and death. And who knows, in some cases, the Q/A could lead to death.

And maybe this was one of those cases.

So, getting back on track, the glimpse of the locket brought a logo. Its heart shaped outline gave way to flames on the bottom. And right above it- the middle of the locket- lays a knife. And you take a step back, barely catching yourself to see the revealing of this infamous villain.

But there's a feeling we all get. It's when your mind drifts away and your soul has no choice to decide where it goes. After all, the human mind- and its many tricks it plays on us- is more powerful than anything. Most of the time, you are saved and returned to reality. But in some cases, it keeps going down and down until you are completely knocked out.

This was definitely one of those exceptions.

And you miss the grand revealing and forget all the secrets you were able to learn. And you accept after a while, when all this hospital care gets to you.

But what happens when you slowly start to remember it? Will you tell? Or will you allow it to eat you alive?

It's time to decide.

"AAAH!"

"Cammie!" Zach rushed over to me and sat down.

"Are you okay?"

I shake my head and through my good eye, I can see his filling with concern.

"What happened?"

"I had a nightmare. But it wasn't normal."

"What do you mean?"

"It had a flashback in it. And a quick narration of what's to come."

"Sounds more like a hallucination to me. Do you remember what happened?"

I did. But I couldn't bring myself to tell him. "No," I lied easily.

We were silent for a moment.

"Zach? Do you really love me?"

"Of course I do, Gallagher Girl."

"Do you mind telling that to the whole world for me?" I ask with a smile.

"I love you, Cammie."

"But I said to the world, Zach," I fake pout.

"Cammie, you are my world."

Did you like the little fluff I put in there? This chapter was… interesting to write. I had fun. I'll bring more details of what Liz found out and slowly will uncover all of Cammie's memories. And her temporary vision loss has a big clue on this whole mystery thing. So did you like it?

P.P.S. I am almost done planning my new story! It is called Pushing The Limits, an AU story. I'll give you full details soon!

xxxLizxxx