Author's Note: This is based loosely on the movie Mr. And Mrs. Smith, which I do not own. I do not own Percy Jackson, either. However, the plot will be different and uses different characters and more subplots. Also, this story is rated T for a reason. There will be adult language, sexual references and mentions of alcohol and such. Finally, I'd just like to say: the opinions about murder expressed in this story are not mine. It's just for the sake of entertainment.

Prologue: Everything Strange Washes Up in Miami...

One thing you should know about assassins: they don't like to wait. Most of them, if asked about their least favorite part of the job, will say it's waiting for their target to arrive. A few get jumpy and nervous because it gives them time to think about what they're going to do. Some just get really, really bored and impatient. And when assassins get impatient, anything can happen.

Percy Jackson fell into that second category. He was an assassin highly trained in martial arts, sharpshooting, endurance, and a variety of other skills that only came in handy when your life was constantly in danger. He also had a basic instinct that told him when something wasn't right, which was very useful when he actually listened to it. Currently, he was in one of the touristy hotel bars of Miami, sitting at the counter as he waited.

However, all of this didn't really prevent him from noticing the pretty blonde woman in the corner, who seemed to be having an equally hard time not noticing him.

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The blonde was in fact named Annabeth Chase. She was a top- level assassin, known for her intelligent, well- formulated, and (almost) unfailing plans. She liked to think that she controlled her emotions fairly well, and appeared to the world as a confident, and poised young woman. Which she was, of course, but that didn't mean that she was above noticing attractive men. Besides, she also fell into the second category of assassins.

So she made her way across the room, while keeping a close watch out of the corner of her eyes in case her target arrived early.

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She orders a strawberry daiquiri. He orders a scotch on the rocks. Their eyes met, and it was one of those moments when you just have to say something. Finally, he breaks the silence, saying, "Not from around here, are you?"

Something about this simple statement rubs her the wrong way, and she replies coolly, "No, actually I'm not. How can you tell?"

He shrugged casually. "Nothing. Just a lucky guess." In truth, it was because he'd noticed the Yankees cap sticking out of her pocket, but he didn't want it to seem like he'd been watching her or something.

"Yeah. What about you?" she asks. "New York?"

He raises his eyebrows. Maybe it wouldn't have seemed creepy to point the Yankees cap. "Yeah. Lucky guess, or are you psychic?"

"Neither. I just recognized the accent. I spent some time there, when I was a teenager." Nicely done, Chase, she thought.

He sat forward a little. This could turn into an interesting conversation. "Oh, cool. Where'd you go in New York?"

"Long Island," she said. "I went to summer camp there." She would just leave it at that. It wouldn't do to tell him that she'd spent every summer until she graduated college training to kill.

He waited for her to elaborate. When she didn't, he wondered if she was playing coy to get him interested. If that was the case, then it was working. "Really? I used to go to summer camp, too. I loved it."

She gave him a strange, piercing look, as if he was a problem she was trying to figure out. "So did I."

He shifted a little. "Yep. Well-" He broke off suddenly, noticing a man enter the bar and go through a door in the back of the room. His target. Suddenly, instinct took over. "I've gotta go. Bye." He slid off the bar stool and stealthily followed the man through the door.

She probably would have noticed something suspicious about the way he slunk off if she hadn't been distracted by another strange man passing through the bar. Her target had arrived. "Nice meeting you," she murmurs absentmindedly as she makes her way toward her target.

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There are some myths about assassins that we should probably dispel before the story goes any further. First, there's this whole idea that assassins are cold- blooded killers who have no remorse and would happily kill innocent people just for fun. They aren't. All right, there was the occasional psycho, but those were usually fired. The whole point of hiring an assassin is to kill someone who's a serious, dangerous threat. The agencies Percy and Annabeth worked for were actually very strict about the kind of services they offered. To hire an assassin, you had to have a serious, legitimate reason and proof that a person truly deserved to be killed.

Back when Percy was still in training, he was terrified of the idea of actually killing someone. He knew that the people he'd have to kill would mostly be terrorists, gang leaders, drug dealers, and the occasional serial killer, but the thought of actually taking someone's life once chilled his blood. But the first time he killed someone, it wasn't like that at all. It was as if he'd done something to rid the world of a threat. He hadn't taken joy from the actual task of killing, really, but after he thought about it for a while, he figured that somewhere, he'd prevented some innocent person from dying.

Annabeth felt a bit differently her first time assassinating someone. She honestly felt that she wasn't doing anything wrong. The man she was supposed to take out was wanted for murder and assault. Yet somewhere in her mind, she doubted herself. Her worst fear was that she'd be in an alley, pointing her gun at him, and she somehow wouldn't be able to do it. He'd get away, and she'd fail herself and have to live with the guilt of letting an evil person go. But when she actually did end up in the alley, pointing her gun at the man, she felt a strange sense of power and pride, like she was doing something right. And really, when you got down to it, she was.

Another myth is that they all wear tight black leather catsuits. This idea is so stupid that I'm not even going to bother explaining it, so I'll just get on with the story, shall I?

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She stabbed the man in the chest and muffled his screams until she was sure he was dead. Then, she went through the basic cleanup procedure: wipe down any surfaces, get rid of the body (this process is a bit too gross to describe) and put everything in the dark hotel hallway back as it was.

Suddenly, she heard voices. "I thought I heard something weird back here," said one voice, which sounded like it belonged to a young man.

"I don't hear nothin'," replied another man. Their footsteps got closer. Annabeth cursed herself and sprinted away. To her annoyance, the footsteps got closer. Quickly, she dove into the nearest closet, only to find that it was occupied already. By the man she had met in the bar earlier.

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Percy was hiding in there for the same reason she was: hiding from a woman who passed the scene of his... assignment a little too close for his liking. Then, the woman from the bar showed up and tried to steal his hiding pace. He quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Shh. Be quiet." After what seemed like an eternity, the footsteps faded away. He removed his hand.

Almost immediately, the blonde woman demanded, "What are you doing in here?"

"I could ask you the same question," he replied curtly.

She shrugged. "Uh, it's a little embarrassing, but, um, did you hear that guy out there? That was my, um, ex. See, we broke up a month ago, and it was really awkward. So I didn't exactly want to see him. What's your excuse?"

He tried to think of one, but couldn't. So he just answered, " Oh, that's a weird coincidence. So was I." Wow, Jackson, couldn't you come up with anything better? He thought to himself.

She gave him another strange look, but seemed to accept his answer. "You wanna get out of here?" she asked, turning to open the closet door.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Impulsively, he offered, "Can I buy you a drink, if you're not busy?"

For a moment she looked like she was going to decline his offer, but then she said, "What the heck. Sure. My name's Annabeth Chase, by the way."

"I'm Percy Jackson." They shook hands and left the closet together.

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Maybe it wasn't a smart idea for Annabeth to wander off with some guy she'd just met. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to let him buy her a drink. It definitely wasn't a good idea to lean in and let him kiss her. But all she was thinking was that it felt so right. They left the bar and ran out into the streets. Percy says that he heard about an outdoor concert earlier. He asks her if she wants to check it out. And she goes with him. They don't know the name of the bad, but she always remembered the lyrics of the song they danced to all night long.

I'll never be the same, if we ever meet again,

Won't let you get away, if we ever meet again

Neither of them was sure how long they danced there, but they both knew it was some time later that she took him to her hotel room. The next morning, they woke up together, and neither of them could help but feel that it was the start of something good.

End of Chapter

AN: please review. Praise, constructive criticism, even flames if you think it's necessary. Just please, please tell me what you think. Was it boring? Was it OOC? Should I continue?