Camille:

One of her own... A cold-blooded killer. She would never have guessed it, not in a million years.

Zack was so bright and he had such potential, of all her colleagues he would be the last one she'd suspect of murder... let alone cannibalism.

How could Zack have been so stupid? How could he work for such a vile creature? Did he really think he would get away with it?

A thousand more questions flooded Cam's already over-filled brain. She felt anger pulsing through her. Zack was sick, working for this guy, killing innocent people for him. Cam felt sick.

Brennan had said Zach's logic was that the logic Gormogon had supplied was 'irrefutable'

The theory was flawed beyond meaning, how could Zack have believed that? If Zack had thought this was a good enough explanation then he deserved to go to prison. Cam felt an overwhelming urge to punch someone, and found herself wishing she had gone with Booth to get Gormogon.

How could she ever forgive Zack? After what he's done… He knew how much they all valued catching the bad guy, sending him to prison, protecting the innocent. How could Zack simply disregard that? If he was capable of this he was not the naive young anthropologist she had grown to love. Zack had become like a younger brother, she had always felt slightly protective of him. Zack's family... Cam realised... They would have to be told. Guess whose job that is? Cam sighed.

Cam felt the sadness she had been battling envelop her, but she fought it, pushing it away. She would not allow herself to feel sorrow for this. Zack had become a twisted murderer. Did he enjoy killing those people? Cam shuddered and shoved the thought into the back of her mind. No she thought forcefully, he wasn't like that, the Zack she knew would never take pleasure in taking a life.

Then again, he wasn't the Zack she knew… She would never know him again. Cam knew that if Zack ever got out of prison he could not return to the Jeffersonian, they could never accept him there again. How could they trust him after what he did? Cam felt as though everything she had known at the Jeffersonian was falling apart… If Zack could be pulled into the world of murder, what chance did any of the others have?

That was what really frightened Cam, Zack had always been one of them who was one of the most impartial to death, Cam had always seen that as a sign of strength, but what if it was the opposite to death. Zack's ability to be impartial to death is what allowed him to kill another human being.

The strange thing was, Cam knew now, that none of the others would ever be at risk like Zack. The sense of betrayal she knew they each felt, was enough to ensure that no other team member would ever fall victim as Zack did.