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No one's POV (Finally ha.)

The blonde girl stood there looking down on the grave whispering words to the one who lay down under the dirt. She spoke as if there was someone watching, she cautiously said her words and sat there. As if she knew someone was going to pick her up but that all changed when she saw three men in black coming up her way. She tensed, her face covered by her hair but you can feel the evil aura around her. She stood up brushing the grass off her jeans and simply waited to see if they confronted her. They approached her.

"Great just when I finished my other job, someone else is already approaching me. Just fucking fabulous." She muttered. The three regarded her cautiously then one lunged. Goon #1 made a grab for her but obviously you can't underestimate Cammie Morgan. She sidestepped and grabbed his wrist and twist it at an irregular angle. He cried on pain, and that's when she slapped a Napotine patch on his forehead. Goon #2 seemed to know more about strategy, he circled her and took a swung at her. It for sure didn't miss but it gave her the chance to pull him in and kick him where the sun doesn't shine. Then BAM Napotine patch to his forehead. "Two down and one to go." She looked up at the last one. Goon #3 had some common sense, he had a gun. She evaluated her way out and the risk of attacking him. She went forward and tackled the big guy. She slapped the gun out of his hand. "Ha!" she yelled in triumph. That's when she got kneed in the gut. Hard.

"Cammie!" someone yelled. The "pack" came in, they were still a bit far away but they could fully see what was happening. She whipped her head around to the acknowledge of her name, giving the guy an opening. He grabbed the gun and pointed right at her. She held her hands up in surrender.

"What do you want?" she asked in Russian.

"The chip. Give me the chip."

"Sorry it wasn't made for dumbasses."

"Why you-" She ran at him again, this time she put her leg out and tripped him. Stepped on his hand and caused the gun to fly out. She grabbed his hand, twisted it and put it behind his back. She kicked him once in the gut. Then slapped the damned patch on his forehead. "No matters, trying to beat up a girl while paying respects to her father."

"Cammie! Are you alright?" Liz asked.

She groaned, "Don't call my name when I fight please I might accidentally kill you. Actually, if it wasn't near my Dad's grave I probably would have almost-killed them. But, yes. Finally, you guys came. Let's go." She walked off graciously ignoring the unconscious Goon's around her.

"Cammie why did you run away?" Jonas asked.

"I didn't, if I did I would be on a plane to Paris for my next job. Actually, I have a lot of jobs to do."

"What? But you just bloody came back." [We all know who this is]

"Yeah well, time is everything. Look, can we just go to the car I'm pretty tired. And I'm pretty sure you guys want to know how I came into contact with Mace."

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"Man, things are NOT good, I got attacked after a day of vacation." She snorted.

"THAT'S NOT A THING TO SNORT ABOUT GALLAGHER GIRL." Zach said angrily. Cammie looked at the other's, "Can you guys just drop us off at my house? It's on 6789 N. Yorkster Ave. But on the way might as well tell you guys about how I got into contact with Macey."

"Kay." Grant said.

"Never mind that, tell us about the WHOLE mission, a 40 percent chance of making it back? What did you do?" Macey asked.

Cammie clenched her hands and grit her teeth, "I did what I had to do, I'm not ready to talk to it. Just telling you guys would give you nightmares."

"We can handle it."

"No you can't. No one can. It's my burden, and only mine."

[Living Room 3:45]

They walked up the stairs to her house in complete silence. Until he started.

"What the hell?! You could've died!"

"Yet here I am."

"It could've been luck."

"Nope, mission save-world was way more dangerous. Face it, I don't need YOU to be there anymore. In fact, I have no idea why I needed you before. You're just a betraying bastard."

"Well maybe, it wouldn't have happened if you just let us talk to you. Every since you found out your damned Dad died, you were a complete shut out for years. I got frustrated, all of us got frustrated!"

Slap.

"Look here, you asshole, he died, a part of me died. Yet on the mission, I decided to fight through the obstacles they threw at me. The tortures. I did things I didn't even learn in Gallagher! I did it to see you! I did it to see you guys!" she said brokenly.

"Tortures? What the hell happened Cammie? Tell me, hell, tell all of us. Damn it! We want to help!"

"Seemed like you gave up on me when you were at each other's faces!" she said miserably.

"She came onto me! It was a mission!"

"It was our anniversary that day Zach. Or did you forget? You know, I did everything I was in touch with everyone, even if Dad died, I tried my damned best!"

"Didn't seem like it."

"You were too busy eating her face to notice,"

"Hell Cammie! It was a mission."

"A mission on our anniversary, at a club. The club that wasn't filled with narcotics or gangs. What kind of mission were you on then? By the way, every man that's a spy says that when he gets caught cheating."

"Why are you so difficult?"

"Why are you such a cheater?"

"Damn it! I'm done with this."

" kay."

"That's all you have to say?"

"Well I am injured, and you're distracting me so. Go, you said you were done."

"You're injured?! You didn't tell me! We've been at it for a hour! What the heck?"

"Yeah, stitches opened up plus some broken ribs. Best injury of the year. Best yet, I don't feel anything."

"Lay down, so I can help." He instructed.

"Kay."

1 hour later

She was about to fall asleep . Thing is she wouldn't remember what she said the next day, "I miss us." She mumbled then drifted off to sleep.

Zach tended to her wounds, her words taunting him. I miss us too. I just wish you trusted me.