Finishing What We Started [Gallagher Girls One Shot]

Espionage and Engagement Rings

The headcanon that inspired this. I'm pretty sure it's from gallaghergirlsheadcanons.tumblr.com

Little me a year ago never thought that she'd have more than 80 followers, over 12,000 reads on my most popular story, and more than 260 votes on all of my stories! You know why I wrote this? Because of you! You guys brighten my day when you leave a nice comment or vote, even when I'm being a lazy writer. Give yourself a hand! But not literally, though. Like, don't go cutting off your best friend's hand.

I push myself out of my airline seat and squeeze into the cramped aisle. Reaching overhead, I unlatch the bin and struggle to pull out my carry-on, stumbling a step backward.

A hand reaches out and steadies me. "Let me help you," a deep voice says. "You seem to be having trouble."

I turn my head, looking for the owner of the voice. An attractive blond man holds my bag out to me. I take it with a quick thank you, and join the slow moving line shuffling out of the plane. I have to clench my jaw from lashing out at him because I can unload my suitcase myself. I know; rude of me, but my latest mission has made me exhausted.

Much to my disappointment, the blond steps beside me as we enter the airport. "I'm Ryan," he says, holding out a hand.

I quickly shake it. "Cammie," I reply. I try to speed up, maybe to make him think I have another flight to catch. But he keeps in step with me.

"Do you live here?" Ryan asks, sweeping a hand to the wide windows giving those at the airport a view of Washington, DC.

"I live in Virginia," I say, though the flat I live in is several miles into the heart of DC.

I sigh inwardly. All I want to do is get home, take a shower, and sleep. But Ryan doesn't seem like he wants to leave me without getting my number. Like I have one.

Ryan insists on unloading my luggage from the baggage claim, and while he is taking his off the conveyor belt, I dart away, becoming an easily forgotten face in the crowd.

But before I step out of the sliding doors, a face engraved in my heart stands out to me in the crowd. My heart leaps, no one was supposed to be here to pick me up. His eyes meet mine, and I pick up my pace, almost running towards him.

Zach.

He opens his arms for an embrace, and I melt into them. All thoughts of fatigue disappear.

"Welcome back, Gallagher Girl," Zach says.

I smile. "I missed you."

Letting go of each other, we take a shuttle to Zach's car. The drive home is much more pleasant than the crowded bus I took to the airport. Explaining that my mother needs to see me, we leave the busy city and drive to the peaceful town of Roseville.

The grand gates of the Gallagher Academy swing open, welcoming a sister home. It's been three years since I've walked through those halls as a student, unsure about my future, but now I stride through the doors, a confident and skilled operative.

I stop under the stained-glass window, marveling at the way the light streams through the glass, making splashes of color shine onto the floor.

Zach stands next to me, and I can't but help pull him into a kiss. The simple symbol of love turns into a dip, like the kiss Zach and I shared at the end of our sophomore year.

Zach brings me back up a we break apart. I blink to regain my bearings. Suddenly, Zach is on one knee, a small box in his hand.

"Cameron Ann Morgan, will you marry me?"

My hands clasp over my mouth on surprise. "Yes!"

My boyfriend of six years, now fiancée, slips the simple but beautiful engagement ring onto my finger. "I told you I always finish what I start."

My other works-
Spy Between the Lines, Until Death Do We Stop Spying, Winters-McHenry for President, Finishing What We Started