Okay this is just the weirdest idea ever that came to mind and I really wanted to share it. In the summary for "Only the good spy young" it said that one of Cammie's most trusted ally is actually a rogue double-agent. So I'm guessing that would be Zach... this is what I think would happen in GG4, of course the truth could be much far off.

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"Cameron Ann Morgan. That's who we're after. Her father died when she was young through a mission and she's been going to the Gallagher Academy since she was 12. Her mother. Rachel Morgan..."

I stared at the man before me. How in the world did he know so much about me?

Three days through my vacation in London with Bex, everything changed.

We were walking down the street, where we just went shopping at a Burberry store near by, when we caught a van tailing us. I would have thought that it just happened to be going the same way as me and Bex, since we were on quite a busy street after all if I didn't look through the tinted window and saw a flash of metal reflected off the store window.

I would have thought nothing of it if it was any other symbol on the metal.

If it wasn't a ring that I recognized.

From a few months ago.

In Boston.

Memories flooded back as I remembered the kidnap attempt, the woman who grabbed me when I tried to escape, the ring she was wearing as I jabbed a pin in to her shoulder and what they were.

The Circle of Cavan.

I grabbed Bex and started to run, without pausing to explain.

"Hey! Cam what-" She shouted.

But I didn't need to explain. Because just then the van behind us started picking up speed, and Bex knew.

We ran as fast as we could, through every corner, every street. Trying desperately to lose our tail.

After 10 minutes, we stopped, out of breath, at an intersection. I turned around and waited. Nothing.

"I think we lost them" I said.

But then, suddenly, the van lurched out of no where from the left and stopped in front of us. I turned around to run but three masked man were blocking our way. Same goes for the left and the right. Bex was getting ready to put up a good fight, but I knew we had no chance.

One by one the masked men came and I tried to block off their fists as much as I could. Summoning all the P&E training I had over the past few years. But not before long I felt a punch to my side and another one to my stomach. I braced myself for impact as I saw a fist coming toward my face.

But before the punch arrived, I felt something hit me in the back, and as my eyes hazed over, I began to fall.

I heard Bex scream beside me, then another voice shouting. Through my misty vision I could almost swear I saw Zach's face leaning toward me. But don't I always see his face just before I black out?

I felt someone grab me by the waist just before my world went black.

Not sure how long after, I felt my eyes flutter open.

And I knew I was hallucinating.

Because in front of me, was no longer a deserted street filled with masked men crowding in on me.

There was no fists, no shouts, no screams.

Beneath me, I felt a bed. Not a too good one at that, but it had a mattress and a frame.

Above me, I saw a roof...or something like that.

I struggled to tilt my head forward, and I saw a door...and stairs.

It was so dark. There was no light except for a fire burning to the right of me.

There was hardly any furniture around. There was a wooden drawer beside the bed, a shelf in the corner with some books, and another locked door to the far side of the room.

I was sure I was hallucinating when I heard some one come down the stairs and a voice I knew so well said, "Hey Gallagher girl, sleep well?"

And when I lifted my head, I ignored the searing pain when I saw Zach. Zach Goode. Holding a plate of food in one hand and a glass of water in another. Zach with a smile on his face. Zach who was smiling at me. Zach who came forward and put his hand on my forehead.

And I nearly blacked out again when I saw that he didn't have a shirt on.

"Z-Zach." I managed to choke out.

"Here," He handed the glass of water to me and I eagerly gulped it down.

"Where am I?" I asked.

He thought of a moment, and said, "Safe."

"A safe house?" My mind traveled back to Mr. Solomon's safe house I stayed at after the attack.

"Not a safe house exactly, but safe. You are safe here. For now." He replied.

I didn't know what he was talking about, and I had no idea where I am, why I'm here or anything. But I was so tired that I didn't have the energy to argue or fight. So I just lay back down and asked, "Bex?"

"Safe also"

I glared at him.

He smirked, "Up stairs, she's fine. You know she's strong. She nearly tore the roof down when I wouldn't let her see you. Literally."

I smiled, that's Bex alright.

"So, um," Not sure if you know this, but it's really hard talking to a really hot guy that kissed you in front of the whole school at the end of the last semester and who's now standing right in front of you moments after you had just became conscious again after being beat up by a secret agency full of evil bad guys that are out to get you in LONDON when your supposed to be spending vacation-well, HE IS SHIRTLESS. Get my point?

"So, why..don't you..have..a shirt on?" I know. Smartest question ever. But it was the only thing I could think of in my state. Plus, his 6-pack is like right in my view and sometimes, a girl just can't look away. No matter how highly trained she is.

He smirked again and chuckled, "It's on your head."

I felt my head and sure enough, something was wrapped around it.

Zach saw my confused expression on my face and explained, "That big dude hit your head pretty hard. I could have just let you bleed to death, but I figured since I was saving you, I might as well do the job all the way. And it wasn't my fault that the people who built this place remembered to store everything but changes of cloths" As if that explained it all.

"But-"

Zach cut me off, "Oh, and if my spy instincts are correct, Bex will come down the stairs in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

Without skipping a beat or turning around he said "Hey Bex, I told you Cammie's fine so you can stop being crazy dragon lady on me now."

I looked up, and surely Bex was standing there, a few cuts and bruises, nothing too big. She was glaring at Zach, her face red with fury and said, "How. Did. You. Know. I. Was. Coming?"

I'm serious. The look Bex was giving Zach right now sent shivers down my spine and made me wanna hide under the covers or run for my life if only I could move them. The last time she was this angry was when Tina Walters said she gained weight during the summer. Um, baaad choice. Especially during P&E. Poor Mr. Smith, chose that time to test Bex on her new fighting skills. I think he still has nightmares about it now. Hey, at least Bex aced the test!

But Zach simply said, "Well, it has to do with the time it takes for voices to travel and the distances between your ear and our mouths and how long it takes before your brain picks up on the signal and for you to acknowledge the fact that Cammie's awake and for you to get up and walk down the stairs. Which took a bit longer then I thought it was going to be. But, all in all, no biggie."

OH. MY. GOSH. Zach did not just insult Bex. And here I thought I was the one with the head injury. Just because I didn't want to see Zach's perfect body get bruised and hopefully not permanently paralyzed. I cut in before he could do anymore damage.

"Hey Bex! Umm, so any idea what happened?"

Bex looked at me and softened. Her angry face automatically switched to a kind face, then changed to a doubtful face, and landed on the worried face as she uttered the words I was most afraid to hear.

"I don't know."

So... how was it??

I think this story is going to turn out great, I have a gut feeling :)

But please review and tell me what you think!

Love,

GallagherGossipGirl39