I expected Macey to throw a fit when I told her Zach and I would be getting married in the lobby of the Pentagon City field office that afternoon, but she didn't. Instead she smiled. "That's very you, Chameleon," she admitted. "And also very Zach."

Zach was on his feet by then, with the help of a cane, and the fire I was accustomed to seeing was back behind his eyes. We both wore our standard issue plain black Agency jackets. Liz secured two simple platinum bands from the mall above us. Macey spent more than an hour taming my hair and applying makeup, despite my protests. But as we stood on the black and white checkered floor that afternoon, with our friends and family beside us, all felt right.

One of Joe Solomon's aliases was ordained (the same one who'd married my parents many years ago) and agreed to do the honors.

"I try not to make a habit of predicting the future – it blinds you to your instincts, and more often than not, you're just wrong," Joe Solomon started. "But I've known both of you a long time, and I can't say that I'm surprised to be here today."

"I've always considered both of you a little bit mine," he admitted, more emotion in his voice than I would have expected. "And I'm very proud of the operatives and the people you've become," he smiled. "You've each managed to find the one person in the world I can consider your equal. It is my great honor to be the person who makes this partnership official."

I could have sworn I saw a tear hover in the corner Joe Solomon's eye, "Let's get on with this, then. Zach?"

Zach turned to me and took my hands in his. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen him look so happy.

"Gallagher Girl," he smiled. "You grabbed hold of my heart on a metro escalator twelve years ago, and you have never let it go. I'm yours, Cammie. I always have been, and I always will be yours. 'Til death do us part, and all of that."

Liz giggled a little.

"You've always seen me," I said, slowly, lost in the green of his eyes. "No matter where I've gone or what I've done . . . you've always found me, you've always seen me. You're loyal and brave - you're the bravest man I've ever known," I said, truthfully. "No offense to any present company."

I snuck a glance at Joe Solomon, who said quietly, "No argument here." I swear, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Townsend move his head in a single, subtle nod.

"I don't think that I can ever really be complete without you," I continued. "I don't ever want to be without you." I laughed nervously. "So, 'til death do us part, and all of that."

"I love you Gallagher Girl," Zach said, an honest to goodness smile stretching across his face.

"I love you too, Zach."

He slid a simple platinum band over my left ring finger, and slid the other band over his. He played with it for an instant, as if he'd been waiting for that moment a long time.

The smile spread into a grin. He pressed his lips against my forehead.

"Cameron Morgan Goode," he whispered, for just me to hear. "God, I love the way that sounds."

He kissed me then, surrounded by our friends and our families. He dipped me in the middle of the Pentagon City field office lobby and kissed me.

And then he pulled me up and smirked at me with the boyish grin I'd fallen for so long ago.

"I always finish what I start."

AN: Thank you so much for joining me. I really hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm working on a few ideas, so no promises, but you'll probably see me back here in the future. Thank you again for sticking around and sharing this with me.

P.S. for the person who asked, "Waffles" is from GG5. Cam says she's sneaking out to the waffle bare, and Bex knowingly says something like "Tell your waffles hi for me."

Thanks again for all your kind reviews, and for letting me scratch that writing itch. I've so enjoyed this.