This is the sequel to Unforgiveness. If you haven't read it, I suggest that you go to my profile and read it first, or this sequel might be a bit confusing.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all (unfortunately), except for Anderson!

Chapter 1

The boy ran into the empty lot, eyes darting around. He stopped short, when he found the small Nike duffel bag sitting behind one of the cars, a red Mercedes.

If he hadn't been on a mission, he would have jacked the car by now.

But since he was, he spoke into his Comms unit, examining the duffel bag, which he had seen not two hours ago, sitting in his Cove Ops teacher's classroom. Except this time, he could hear a very faint beeping sound, and a red wire peeked out from the black fabric of the bag. His senses immediately kicked in, and he backed away from the duffel bag.

"I need a Bomb Squad on the corner of Main and Woodland Street."

On the receiving end of that message, the receptionist called for a bomb squad. Unfortunately, it wasn't a real receptionist's office. It was CIA Headquarters. But if you're reading this now, you would've already known that.

And if you didn't, well, now you know.

"Sir, what city is the bomb located in?"

"Roseville, Virginia."

"Do you know who planted it?"

The boy laughed, running a hand through his matted blonde hair.

"Yeah, but you won't believe it."

"Sir, I'm being serious."

The blonde rolled his blue eyes. "Fine. Joe Solomon planted the bomb, intending to blow up my sister."

Back at the 'receptionist office', a business man walked out of the office, upon eavesdropping on the receptionist's conversation with the boy. In his hand was a train ticket to Roseville, a gun cleverly hidden inside his suit jacket. A ring was evident on his left hand index finger.

Shortly after the man left through the glass doors, a well-muscled man with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes followed him, talking on the phone.

Cammie woke up the next morning, flipping over, expecting to slam into the hard, muscled body of her boyfriend halfway.

Instead, her face met the white sheets of the bed.

She sat up, wondering where her boyfriend was. She blinked twice, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light. She then glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read 6:23 am.

"Shit. I'm late."

Cammie quickly changed into a dark blue blouse, and her skirt. She ran into the Dining Hall, having just finished pinning her hair back with several bobby pins.

Bex, Macey and Liz sat expectantly at their regular table, but Macey was holding a piece of Evapopaper to her.

"What's this?" Cammie asked, cautiously taking the paper from her hand.

"I don't really know. Zach gave it to me in the morning. He said something about not wanting to wake you up, then left."

Cammie opened the note.

Gallagher Girl~

I know you'll be missing me. It's okay, I know you're blushing right now. I'm just too sexy for you, aren't I? Don't worry, 'because I think you're sexy too.

~Z

She rolled her eyes, but there was an obvious red tinge to her cheeks. Cammie found herself become much less… girly, and much more worried, about the well-being of her boyfriend.

Where was he? What was he doing? Why didn't she know about it? What hadn't he brought her with him?

Stupid Zach.

As Cammie stabbed another piece of her waffle, and drowned it in the pool of hot maple syrup in the center of her plate, she drifted into the conversations of her friends, slowly forgetting about her boyfriend.

The blonde-haired blue-eyed boy stood stonily in front of the dark-haired green-eyed boy, glaring.

"So you're Zach," the blonde one said, as if Zach was a contaminated tissue.

"And you're Anderson," Zach said, his voice equally as hostile.

The two boys continued glaring at each other.

Until the silence was broken by a laugh from both of them.

The laughs turned into laughing fits.

Soon, the two of them were curled on the floor, laughing so hard that one of them snorted.

"That was totally you, man," Zach said.

"Nah. That was you. I don't snort."

"Well, neither do I."

"Yeah right."

"No, seriously. Ask Cammie," Zach said.

Anderson paused, resuming his serious composure. "Cammie… how is she?"

"Probably gossiping with McHenry. She's been asking about you, you know."

Anderson ran a hand through this hair, tugging at the tips. "I know… but it's hard, you know. Ever since Solomon's gone rogue-"

"Solomon's gone rogue?!" Zach sounded hurt and confused. "And you didn't bother to tell me?"

Anderson sighed. "I had my reasons. I couldn't contact you because he was on my tail. I haven't seen him since I lost him a day ago, but I was… distracted at the time."

"Because of the bomb."

"Yeah," Anderson said, teeth tightly clenched together. "The bomb that he used to blow up my sister."

A/N: Hey guys! So… I know I said I'd post the sequel to 'Unforgiveness' during spring break, but I was away at Disneyland, and I just finished an orchestra exchange with a school from Seattle.

I know this was a bit short, but I'm improvising right now.

Did you guys like it? I've always been Team Zammie, and that's what this story is about, but who doesn't like a story with its ups and downs. Oh, how did you guys like the whole Anderson/Zach thing?

Please review! I'm begging. Zach's begging. Anderson's begging. Cammie's begging. PLEASE REVIEW….

~ilovemesomecupcakes