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I do not own PJO. I am not as brilliant as he. By he, I mean Rick Riordan.


~&~ Stole My Heart ~&~

| PJO | Percabeth |

| Annabeth Chase | Percy Jackson |


^ Annabeth ^


I sighed as I threw the small sack of diamonds onto the table. The small sparkling gems fell out of the sack as I didn't tie it and my boss wouldn't like it if I tied the sack. She would think that I was tricking her. Like I would do such a thing. I stood before the table, watching as my boss smile, holding the small diamonds in her hand. She threw the sack to one of her daughters, the one in charge of checking whether it's a replica or the real deal.

"You did well, Annabeth," said my boss, Arachne, smiling wickedly. I folded my arms, raising an eyebrow. As if she knew my question, she put one of her hands on the table. "Patience. You'll find your mother after you've completed the heist for me."

Arachne flipped her dirty blonde hair over her shoulder, her brown eyes filled with mystery and secrets. Secrets that I needed.

Yes, I did all of this just so I could meet my mother, Athena again. Apparently, Arachne kidnapped her and I had to steal for Arachne. If I didn't my mother would get killed. I didn't do this for fun. I was 9 when my mum was kidnapped. At 11, I tracked down Arachne. Unbelievable, right ? Well, I'm smarter than most of my peers. When I found Arachne, she was quite impressed, thinking that I'd be a marvelous asset in her game. So, she took me in and trained me. Then, she sent me to steal.

If you're asking why I didn't use my smarts to find my mother, well, her location is always on the move. So, I can't exactly pinpoint her.

That had been about 10 years ago. Now, I'm 21. I've become a mature, witty and fast thinking person. Being a mastermind thief does that to you. You have to stay alert, which I am thankful to my ADHD, and be very cautious.

"What more ?" I asked, irritated and peeved. She smirked, enjoying my discomfort. I looked at the faces of her children. The girls wore the same hairstyle, eight small braids. It made their heads look like over sized spiders. They all hated me.

"Annie, dear," Arachne started to speak. I scowled at my hated nickname."I need you to go to New York. There's gonna be the 'Gems of Age' exhibition. I need you to steal the most valuable gem. You'll know when you get there."

"When do I leave ?" I asked, straight to the point. I was tired and I had just gotten back from France. It was one of the hardest thefts. But I managed to pull it off. Now, I have to go to New York. At least it's nearer to California.

"Tomorrow." Arachne tossed me a bag filled with a few stacks of cash, an MP3 player and my plane ticket. I pocketed them and bowed in respect. I knew my task. I've done this a lot. Then, I walked out of the place. I had a job to do and if it could mean I would meet my mother again, I'd do anything.

As I walked out, I passed a few of Arachne's pet spiders. They seem to hate me because when I'm near, they bare their fangs, threatening to poison me. Hah, as if they can get out of the cage. I walked to the changing room and slipped on my brown wig. I made sure that my hair was fairly tucked in.

Now, I'm Cameron Pedesco. I have three personas. I am 3 different people.

Cameron, shy girl. Brunette. Good friend. Commonly seen exiting Arachne's lair.

Miranda Jeffrey, risk taker. Raven head. Daring devil. Rarely seen except when going to bars and clubs or stuff with the means of alcohol, stripping and drunkards.

Annabeth Chase, my real self. Blonde. All around person/thief. Always seen anywhere.

I rarely dress as Miranda because I rarely get to enjoy myself.

...

I walked to my apartment and unlocked the front door. I pushed the door opened and slipped off my heels. They were thrown carelessly by the door. I turned around for a mere minute to close the door and a pair of hands wound themselves around my waist and a pair of lips attached themselves to my neck.

"Luke," I breathed as he planted kisses along my neck. I was referring to my friend with benefits. He would shut up about me being a crook and teach me a stuff or two and I would help him with anything he needed. He had sandy blond hair and sparkling blue eyes that reminded me of sapphires. He also had a thin scar, a reminder of what he did in the past. My friend was a past crook, who never got caught. He retired from the whole criminal thing because it got dull for him.

Luke had taught me a thing or two about stealing. He taught me on how to effectively take something without getting noticed and all that jazz. I'd been to France for about a week and I think my friend was getting needy. But, he'd forgive me anyways. He could never stay mad at me or hold a grudge.

"Cameron," He nuzzled my neck and pulled off my wig."Or should I say, Annabeth." I smiled and he threw the wig somewhere. We stumbled from the front door to the couch, with me on his lap. He peppered me with kisses. "You were gone for so long."

I smiled. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just, you should know that I want to find my mother."

He stroked my back with his right hand. "I understand." I kissed him and maneuvered us so I was straddling him.

"Thanks."I muttered before I attacked him with licks and nips.

"Nice job if I must say so, Sneaky Owl." Sneaky Owl is the name everyone refers me to. It's because I wear a black suit and a mask that covers from my forehead to my nose. It spares my eyes so I can see. They always see my grey eyes. I do not know why. And, I have a symbol of the owl with the initials, SO on it.

"Thanks again. What about you get a reward ?" I asked, unbuttoning his shirt. "Besides, I'll be gone again tomorrow so I need you to be prepared."

"You're going already ?" He asked, shimmying out of his shirt. I nodded and bit my lip. He kissed me again and flipped us. He smirked. "Then, I should get my goodbye." I was about to kiss him again when I noticed the newspaper. I pushed him off me and grabbed the papers. On the front page was the hottest news : Sneaky Owl Strikes Again.

I flipped the pages and found the article.

Sneaky Owl strikes again. This time she strikes at the Die Hard for Diamonds or mourir dur pour diamants exhibition at the famous museum in Paris. Witnesses have reported that they were looking at the priceless artifacts before the lights suddenly went out for a few minutes. That is one of Sneaky Owl's trademarks. She steals in the dark. Well, sometimes.

Museum curator, Lou Ellen, reports that all of the most valuable diamonds have been stolen and there were no evidence of the thief. She is utmost upset because they were put under her responsibility and the consequences of their disappearances are severe.

" Je ne sais pas comment elle a obtenu po Toutes les portes ont été fortement gardé et il y avait un certain nombre de touristes. Mais je doute qu'elle ne pouvait aller au-delà du contrôle de sécurité que nous avions si elle portait des armes ou de tels." When translated, it means :I do not know how she got in. All the doors were heavily guarded and there were a number of tourists. But I doubt that she could get past the security check we had if she was bearing any weapons or such.

The detectives in charge, Perseus Jackson and Rachel Elizabeth Dare, did some investigating. Perseus Jackson, well known as Percy, has been on the trail of Sneaky Owl ever since she started stealing. He is very determined to find her. However, for Rachel, this is the first time she is going to use the skills she learnt.

"There were no fingerprints. Absolutely nothing. It's as if she was a ghost. She is very crafty, I have to give her that," said Rachel when asked to comment about the robbery. Percy didn't want to comment anything.

"All we know is that we will be waiting for her at the New York exhibition." He said before stalking off.

I smirked. Aw, did you piss your pants Mr. Jackson ? Sorry for not making this so easy but I am so sophisticated. I looked at the pictures and memorized their looks. I'll have to be very cautious in New York.

" I'd be careful if I were you. He seems hell-bent on cuffing you." Luke said, nuzzling my neck. I smiled, smugly.

"It would seem so." I dropped the newspaper and took out my ticket, MP3 and cash and set them on the table. I stood up and dragged Luke to the bed. I pushed him on the bed sheets and straddled him.

"So, back to where we left off ?" I asked. He grinned.

"Yes. Of course."

...

I woke up the next morning to the sound of running water. I got up and checked the time. According to my ticket, I leave in the afternoon. It's already nine o'clock. I better get ready.

Luke walked out of the shower, his hair wet and a towel hung dangerously low on his hips. I sat up and stretched. I noticed that I was still naked so I grabbed my shirt that was lying on the floor. I proceeded to the bathroom and took a long shower. I freshened up and brushed my teeth. After that, I walked out of the bathroom and got dressed.

"Hey, Annabeth," Luke called from in front of my computer. As I stretched to get a new bag from the top shelf, I answered him, " What ?"

He grinned. " I bought a ticket to New York !"

I almost toppled over with the bag. I grunted and set the bag on my bed. My old suitcase was at Arachne's lair. They would do the laundry. Being a thief, I have a lot of clothes. I packed them into my bag and zipped it up.

" When did you buy the ticket ? " I asked, going into the bathroom for my toothbrush and soap.

" When you were in the bathroom. Anyway, the fastest flight I could get will be leaving tomorrow." I sighed.

" Lucky you..." I mumbled, stuffing the stuff into the front pocket of my bag. My ticket was for first class. Arachne spent some big bucks there. I got ready and decided that I would go on this mission as myself.I put in a few gadgets and weapons and was ready to go.

...

I groaned as the line moved a few feet. I had been waiting at the airport for about half an hour and adding this up, it felt like forever. All the attendants needed to do is check our tickets and direct us to our seats. Usually, the first class people got the special treatment. But apparently, it's either they want to be fair or they're just damn stupid.

"First class to the front." Finally ! I walked out of the line, my ticket and passport in hand. Suddenly, I collided with another passenger. Both our tickets were knocked out of our hands. I sighed as I bent down to take the passport and ticket of the stranger.

My hand accidentally flipped open the first page. There on the top in fine black printing was the name, Perseus Jackson. I was going on a flight with him ? This has got to be the worst day ever. I quickly shut the small book and grabbed his ticket. Then I stood up.

I handed his things the same time he handed mine. Our hands touched and I felt small electric shocks go up my arm and down my spine. I shivered as I dared myself to look up. I've encountered him a few times before on missions. But I was so in a hurry that I didn't take note of his facial features. I've seen his photographs on newspapers but they didn't do him justice. Ironic huh ? I'm the criminal and I talk about being fair.

His eyes were the perfect sea green colour as if the ocean has been placed there. He had shaggy unruly hair as if he had just woken up and that made him really sexy. And those lips...

"Percy," I almost jumped when I heard that feminine voice. I glanced and saw Rachel, looking at Percy. Her hand was on his shoulder. She was patting him on the shoulder, trying to break his daze. I took this moment to walk away, past them.

I handed my ticket to the steward. He kept looking at me as he examined my ticket and when he leaded me in, he put his hand on my lower back. I gently pushed his hand away when we arrived at our seat. He gave me a flirty wink but I ignored it completely.

First class was definitely fancy. The food was more fresh and delicious. The attention we get is better. Not to mention that the seats are soft and plush. There were only a few people in first class, so I had the whole right row to myself. My seat was the window seat. I tucked my handbag at my side and looked out. I could never get out the happy feeling when you're soaring through the skies. I sat in my seat and took one of the magazines they had here in first class.

As I was flipping the pages, I felt as if a pair of eyes were watching me from behind. I looked through the corner of my eye to see Percy. He was watching me. At least, I think it was me. I closed the magazine and buckled my seat belt just like what the captain said. We got ready for take off.

"Ladies and Gents, this is your captain speaking. We will be arriving in New York tomorrow, some time in the evening. We hope that you will enjoy your flight with us. Please do not hesitate to ask anything from the steward and stewardess.

Dinner was served by that weird guy again. As he set down my plate, he winked at me and his gaze lingered over my chest area for a bit. I took my fork and stabbed it into the piece of chicken. I ate it. The guy walked away and came back with drink. He hand brushed my arm and I rolled my eyes at his pathetic attempt to flirt with me.

After I finished eating, I took out a small notepad from my bag and tore a small piece of it. Then I took out my pen and scribbled, 'Nice try but I've seen better.' on it. Then, when he came round again to take my plate, I gave him a smile and slipped the paper into his hand.

His face lit up, thinking that I had given him my phone number. I smirked at the thought of him reading it and realizing that his fantasy would never come true. I took the small blanket beside me and covered myself as the place dimmed. I looked out the window to see a few clouds here and there. I continued to watch them as I fell asleep.

...

We were arriving in a matter of minutes. I shifted anxiously in my seat. The captain announced that we were landing. Any minute now. "Thank you for flying with Zeus Airlines. We hope you join us again.' Finally.

I got out of my seat and stretched. Then, I grabbed my bag as the stewards and stewardesses opened the door. I smiled to each of them as I got out. The breeze hit me right in the face and I smiled, inhaling the air. I walked down and headed to the building.

All I had to do was wait for my bag. I was one of the earliest there, courtesy of first class. I waited patiently as my grey bag passed in front of me. I grabbed it and pushed a button, the handle popped out. I held on to it and pulled. The rollers made a few noises here and there as I walked out of the airport.

As I waited to hail a cab, I caught sight of Percy and Rachel talking to another woman, one with brown hair and blue eyes. Suddenly, she hugged Percy and he hugged her back. Rachel just stood there like a doll, smiling. The cab honked and I was dragged back here. I put my bag in the bonnet and stepped in.

The cab stopped in front of the hotel, Kent Hotel **. I walked right in with my suitcase and then checked in. The counter guy gave me a key and the bellboy took my bag for me. We went up to the third floor. My room was the number 254. I opened the door and he put my bag in. I thanked and stepped in.

The room was very luxurious. There was a television, a kitchen, a bathroom and bed. Then, there was a balcony. The room was decorated in pastel colours, soothing to the eye. I quickly changed and laid down on my bed, flipping through the channels.

I wasn't very hungry when I flipped to the food channels. Suddenly, I flipped at a channel with an interview about Percy Jackson. He was talking about a robbery I had done. What was it about him that I found so interesting ? The need to take me down ? The spirit so zealous to hunt me and put me in jail ? Well, that's the same thing.

But there is something about him.

I closed the television and fell asleep. My thoughts centering on him. All that I know is...

I can't fall in love with him and vice versa.


*Updated 13/7/2012

A/N : Sorry that I'm not updating my other stories. I spent some time deleting the stories that were temporary and this has been in my files for quite some time. So I edited it. Don't worry, I'll update my other stories soon.

This is my first attempt to write a story in a more mature thinking way.

Hope you like it. Review ! Story alert and faves. Thanks.

xoxoxo Amy's Mischievous Owl