A hole in his heart

by Masha357159

Percy Jackson has been working for the FBI since he was 15. He lost his mother, and with her went a part of himself. Believing that part of him is lost forever, he ignores the feelings he gets when he meets agent Annabeth Chase, who is with five more agents working with him on the case Omega.

1. Chapter 1

First chapter

Lonely

Thud, thud, thud. A man's heart was beating hard against his chest as he woke up. Cold sweat was running down his face, eyes full of warm tears. He stood up, taking his clothes with him and heading to the bathroom. He walked in, looking at a young man, no older than 25. He had jet black hair, which was hiding his eyes. The said man moved his hair from his forehead, revealing beautiful green eyes. They weren't the kind of green you wait for in the spring; they were the deep kind of green, like the sea ready to swallow whole boats in its rage. The man splashed his face with cold water, breathing heavily. He looked at his reflection, now seeing his tired form. More specifically, he was tired from his life. His life wasn't even close to what it should be. It wasn't even close to average. People his age were supposed to worry about going to college, buying their own place, or about their love life. But his worries were far different from that. His main worry was whether he is going to stay alive for the next 24 hours. Because, well, he's working for FBI. He's one of the best agents in the whole agency. Hell, he's only nineteen. His diploma is hanging on the wall in living room of his apartment. His car, the newest BMW was waiting for him in his garage. He had everything a boy of his age could want. But he was unhappy. The problem wasn't in money. He could literally buy anything he wanted. Okay, maybe he couldn't buy himself a private plane, but you get the point. He was convincing himself he didn't know what the problem was, but he knew. Love. He was lacking love. It feels like he has a hole in his soul. A hole he was trying to fill up with love and sex, but it would never be satisfying enough. But he couldn't love anybody, and nobody could love him. He's a cold agent, dedicated to his job till his last breath. After all, the last time he loved somebody, she died. And that was four years ago. When she died, he was alone. He had nowhere to go. He was just a 15 year old boy, left without his mother. That was the time the hole appeared. It was burning in his chest, stronger by the day. That was the first time he felt like he needed to shut the hole, and the only way he could do that was by work. Whether it was on his studies, his body or himself. Then, one day, all his hard work paid off. He got noticed by the FBI. He was offered a job as an undercover spy in one of the private high schools in Manhattan. He graduated there, at the age of 16. Afterwards he went to Harvard to study molecular biology. He graduated three weeks ago. But he was still unhappy. He got rid of his clothes, looking at his reflection once again. He sighed, and entered the shower. Hot water was running down his chest, relaxing his tensed muscles. He didn't know how long he stood in the shower, loosing himself in the warm embrace of the water. After what seemed like forever, he got out of the shower. He grabbed his clothes, and dressed himself in a black suit with a black tie. He would've preferred a blue tie. Taking his keys and his phone, he almost forgot his ID. On the table laid a white plastic card with a picture of a serious teenager. Beside the picture stood a name. Perseus Jackson.