Some girls like it when a dreamy guy like you lies on top of them protectively. I don't.

I don't like to be saved. I'm the hero, the badass that swoops in with a gun to save the day. Not the helpless bitch crying in the corner. I want to be in the action, not waiting on the sidelines.

"Get off me," I growled, elbowing him in the ribs. He swore and suddenly the weight was lifted off me and I sprung to my feet, straightening my dress.

Zachary looked at me, green eyes narrowed, "Your welcome" he said, sarcasm dripping from his mouth.

I wanted to deliver another smart-ass comeback, but then cloaked figures burst through the windows, sending shattered glass everywhere. From the broad shoulders and bulky arms, you can tell they were almost entirely male, save one petite figure. I almost rolled my eyes at their attire. Black clothes, could they get anymore cliche?

Zach smirked. It was exactly what he was thinking.

Screams of civilians pierced the air, as more of the men flew through the window. Agents sprung into action, some racing to the fight and others went to help evacuate the area. I knew I had to help.

I turned to Zachary, then realized he had gone towards the fight. I would have followed, when a well placed kick to my side sent me to the ground. Looking up I saw a small figure dressed in black; a women's figure. She was towering over me, nothing but her mouth showing.

He swore. Even if it was years ago, his mother was still causing his blood to boil.

When she spoke, her voice was like ice, "Hello Cammie."

I was pissed. She attacked my work, and put my friends, my boyfriend in danger. Furiously, I swiped my foot across the side of her knee, causing her to fall over in pain. I stood, enjoying the way the rolls had reversed.

"Do I know you?"

To my surprise she chuckled, "You will."

Then she was up again, making a blow for my face, which I barely dodged. The smallest bit of alcohol left in my system was making me slower than usual. In return, I went for a kick to the neck, which she ducked under and aimed another punch to my stomach. She missed. And so on.

"Can I at least know your name?" I asked, grabbing her in a choke hold.

She grinned, and head-butted me in the nose, causing a stream of red to erupt, "You can call me Cathy."

The bitch broke my nose.

We fought for what felt like forever. An endless dance in which I used every maneuver I learned at Gallagher, yet it didn't matter; she countered every single one of them. Suddenly, she landed a blow to my stomach, then tripped me in the same moment and my leg exploded with pain. In a flash, I was on the ground again. I swore, and attempted to get up, when she pulled out a gun.

Shit.

"I win," she sang.

I glared at her as best I could with a face covered with gore. I knew I had two options: A) scream B) die. Screaming could be a distraction to other agents, causing them to be hurt or worse, but dying meant... dying. Meant leaving Josh.

'Cathy' seemed to understand my thoughts, "Don't bother. No one will hear you."

I looked around to find she was right. The ballroom had emptied, save for a few dozen dead bodies on the floor. All her men had either died or fled, and all the party guest had been smart enough to get the hell out of here. Too late for me.

I cleared my face of emotion, closed my eyes and waited for the bullet. Whatever happened, I wouldn't make a sound. She couldn't break me. Instead, I consented to thinking about the ones I love: Josh, Bex, Liz, Macey and so many others. Their faces flashed in my mind. I didn't even know what happened to them. I would never marry Josh. For some reason, that Zachary kid's face did too. I never got to thank him for saving my life. That sucks.

I'm sorry, I thought.

I heard a bullet go off and then I felt a surge of pain.

In my left arm.

My eyes flew open, shocked. Cathy's mouth had turned up in a maliciously. I could feel blood running down my arm, but it was just a flesh wound. I looked up at her questioningly, ignoring the pain.

"Why?"

Her cruel smile got even wider, "Because I need you, Cammie."

My anger spiked in that moment, and suddenly my witty comebacks were back on, "Sorry, I don't swing that way. You're too old for me anyhow."

Instead of answering me, she simply lifted her foot, and brought it down on my rib-cage. I heard the snap, felt the pain, but refused to cry out. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Cathy smirked, "I will make your life a living hell. Don't test me."

I closed my eyes and once again accepted my fate. She was going to take me to whatever psycho terrorist base she worked for, torture some messed up information from me, and then I'd die.

Just when I was suddenly getting used to the idea, when something slammed into the bitch.

I tried to see what was happening, but I was dizzy. I could barely stay awake, I'd lost too much blood already and every breath hurt my ribs. Voices floated to me from somewhere.

"You can't stop us, Zach. We'll get her eventually." I was really starting to hate this Cathy chick. Not that I liked her much before.

"Leave."

Zach flinched. He knew he shouldn't have done that, but what do you expect? It was hard to kill your own mother.

There was some shuffling, footsteps, and suddenly Zachary appeared at my side.

"Morgan," He said, checking my body for injuries, "Morgan, can you walk?" His eyebrows scrunched together worried.

I wanted to say I was fine. To brush him off and walk away like I did earlier. But the pain overrode my pride, and I managed to shake my head weakly.

A pair of warm, strong arms slid under me, easily picking me up. I yelped in pain as he jostled my arm and ribs and my nose was probably broken. I looked terrible.

Zach hated that he'd caused her pain. If she was pregnant than, the baby definently would have died, he thought. Immediately, he wanted to take it back. That wasn't something to joke about.

"Zachary," I whispered quietly, my voice weak.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

He didn't answer, just continued to look forward. I didn't know where we were going, but anywhere was better than that stupid ballroom.

"Zachary," I said again, knowing I couldn't stay awake much longer.

"Yes?"

"My name is Cammie."

And then I blacked out.

Zach winced at the last line. He didn't like to think of her in any kind of unconsious state. It hit to close to home. He shut the book slowly, drinking everything in. He never knew this about her, never knew she was like this. It made him feel closer to her. It also made him feel like he never knew her at all.

The door opened and slammed shut, "Hey," he said, knowing it probably one of his friends making sure he hadn't done anything stupid.

It wasn't.

"ZACHARY GOODE, WHY THE HELL WASN'T I INFORMED ABOUT HER CONDITION SOONER!"

Zach gulped, as he slowly turned in his seat. He was in deep shit now.

"Hey Abby."

Soooooo, I updated. Yeah, sorry bout the month long delay, but it's a really long story. But because you guys are awesome, I got about 24 reviews! I love y'all. Guess who was the 100th reviewer? ShmemilyShmoring. Who already knows the ending kinda. Hehe, I was laughing so hard when I found that out. Okay, so if I get enough reviews I'll update Monday. Yay!

~Sarah

P.S. Who watched the Hunger Games? Epic right! Josh Hutcherson or Liam Hemsworth?