This is my first 39 clues fic, so please bear with me. I will try to make the characters as accurate as possible but it has been a longtime since I read the books.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own the 39 clues, I am so sad.

Inside the Box

Amy POV:

When I woke up, I knew something was going on. When I opened my eyes, I realized why. I was leaning against someone's chest, someone who had their arm around my waist. I looked up to see who it was and saw… Ian! I shrieked. He immediately stirred. Ian opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes went wide. I sat up and looked around, Ian doing the same.

The two of us were in a small box shaped room. The walls were white, and there was no furniture. The only other thing in the room besides us was a large wooden chest. There was also a small door on one side.

"Where are we?" I asked Ian. He shrugged. How helpful. I got up and went over to the chest. When I looked back over at Ian, I saw that he had fallen back asleep. Shaking my head, I opened the chest.

On the top was a letter which read:

Dear Amy and Ian,

I know you must be very confused right now. Don't worry. You are in a safe place. The two of you have been placed here because of unusual Vesper activity. You will be moved to a different location in a few days. There are supplies for everything you might need inside this chest. The door you see is a bathroom. Food will be delivered through a slot behind this chest.

Best of luck,

Mr. McIntyre and Uncle Fiske

Wow. I really didn't see that coming. I looked behind the chest, and sure enough there was one of those cat flap things.

Inside the chest were a bunch of bulky bags. I decided to wait until Ian woke up before going through them.

This brought me to a completely different point. Why had they put me with Ian of all people? He's tried to kill Dan and I so many times… but he did help us in the end, I argued with myself. I sigh and pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind. First things first.

I went over to Ian and shook him gently. "Ian, Ian! Wake up!" I whispered. He blinked once, twice, then sat up.

"Amy? Is that you, love? Where are we?" he asked, seeming confused. I guessed he wasn't fully awake yet.

I fetched the letter and gave it to him. "H-here is t-the explanation for w-why we a-are here." Stupid stutter, I cursed. He read it and snickered. Ian saw my questioning look and explained.

"I just thought of something, love. If they put you and I together, that means Dan and Natalie are probably together too." Ian laughed. He was definitely awake now.

"Don't call me love!" was the only response I could think of. Sad, I know. I was pretty sure my cheeks were bright red. Then I noticed Ian was staring at me.

"Amy, love? What are you wearing?" he said smoothly. I looked down at myself and my cheeks went even redder. I hadn't had much time to do much laundry at home recently, so I'd had to wear the only things I had left. A white tank top that was kind of tight; it was really old so it only came down to my belly button, and a pair of black Nike shorts that I didn't even know I owned.

"You're not one to talk!" I said looking at him. What I had somehow failed to notice before was that Ian was clad only in a pair of blue boxers, giving me a good view of his muscles, no matter how hard I tried not to look. It was his turn to blush now.

"It was hot!" he exclaimed defensively. I merely raised an eyebrow. Ian shook his head.

"Let's go through the rest of the chest," I suggested. He nodded. The two of us went over and sat by the chest. Ian began to pull out the bags one by one.

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