Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 Clues Series. Rick Riordan does, and a bunch of other authors, and they are awesome. Written by: sathena3 and Stormy-Starre CHAPTER ONE Lucian Isabel "I need to go back home and take care of my kids, Natalie and Ian. They aren't capable of taking care of themselves without their mother," Isabel begged the jail guard. "No," the guard answered with slight hesitation. Well, I think I might be able to take advantage of his greed for money because I saw him sneaking some money from another guard yesterday, Isabel thought. "I can give you money," she hissed through the cell's iron bars. The guard paused. Seeing this, Isabel pushed her advantage. "Hmm...let's see. I have over 5 billion dollars," she hinted. "For releasing me and saying that I am a changed woman, you will get 20 million dollars. How does that sound?" she sweetly asked the guard. "Fine. I'll take the deal. You'll be out in 2 months," the guard snapped. Two months later , Isabel was released and the guard had his money. Another month later, the guard was found dead. His body was discovered in his closet, without a mark. There were no clues, much less fingerprints, found around the scene of crime, no spatters of blood or poison, and his breath even smelled like mint. The 20 million dollars had disappeared without a trace. Natalie Natalie grimaced as her limo screeched to a sharp halt in front of the stairs to the chic french boutique. Don't grimace, she causes wrinkles. She could not seem to get Mum out of her mind. After those Cahill orphans, Amy and Dan, won the clue hunt 2 years ago, Isabel was behind bars permanently, and Vikram was most likely somewhere in the world under a different identity. Suddenly, the Kabra siblings had no guardians, and only 4 million dollars, which had been received in the Black Gauntlet. They had had to sell most of their luscious property, and her brother, Ian, was just 17. Her brother had taken over the abandoned family business of selling paintings, and was always stressed out. At the moment, he was having an unfriendly exchange with the driver. Probably something about how he was paying too much for the ride with no heated seats. Natalie delicately lifted her Prada purse onto her lap, careful not to do damage to any of her perfectly manicured fingers, then waited for the driver, Charlie, or Charles, or whatever his name was, to open the door for her. She flicked a speck of lint off of her diamond studded, designer Gucci jeans. Impatient, she kicked the limo door aside for herself. Her strides were long, as the 13 year old millionaire headed up the charming boutique's entrance. Ian Natalie had been so excited for the shopping spree, she had forgotten to bring her cell phone along into the shop with her. Ian had the choice to stay in the limo and bury himself into his sister's cell phone, or tag along with his younger sister in a pink and flower decked shop. He chose to stay in the limo. He shrugged off his wandering thoughts, and reached out to grab Natalie's iPhone. The case was covered in only the best diamonds, and some were different colors to make the Lucian Crest. He dove straight to her e-mail. He had memorized her password, from the many times when she would pause every few letters to inspect her nails or yell at a servant to get something. The first thing that popped up was… an e-mail from that repulsive orphan, Daniel Cahill. He tapped on the screen and read the email quickly. Dear Natalie, Read this story! I love it so very much! And can you come over to my place on Friday, because I have cast members of the school play coming over, and the make-up artist got sick. I thought that you can come and do something to their faces. Please come! -Ninja Master Dan Attached was a link to a story on a website called fan fiction . net. Ian was on the verge to start slapping the crocodile leather seats in hysterics. The stories from that website could be so funny, and he couldn't even imagine Dan Cahill and his sister being less than a yard from each other! He went to the main website and found some more entries. He began to read. The hilarious "Natan" stories were starting to grow on him, until he started reading one that included Amy and himself. Uncomfortable, Ian's face flushed and he started to blush... and Kabras never blushed. He rapidly pressed the home button. He was able to finish browsing through Natalie's Facebook pages before there was a sharp rap at the door. He quickly put down the phone right where he had found it and pretended to inspect his nails, so that Natalie didn't suspect anything. The butler (Ian didn't try to remember his name) dramatically opened the door for Natalie, which Ian realized must have taken a lot of effort, considering he was holding all her bags. There had to have been at least 50. "Hello, sister," Ian said. "It seems that you can finally use your make-up skills on someone other than yourself. And either that boy Cahill orphan is madly in love with you, or he just wants to humiliate himself." He didn't look up, but he was getting bored with his nails, so he pulled out a mirror and started combing his hair instead. Through the mirror, he spotted a very angry looking Natalie, with her hands on her hips, with the doorman/driver/bag holder/butler behind her, looking uncertain. The man hesitantly closed the door after she stepped in. Ian could hear the snapping of the trunk. Natalie plopped down in her seat, grabbed her phone, and immediately knew he had been sneaking through it. Ian smirked. She shot daggers at him using her venomous eyes. He smirked. She turned her cell phone on. He smirked again. She read the story and gasped in utmost horror. Guess what Ian did: He smirked. Natalie "Why do people write such offensive stories about us and our lowly relatives on this website called 'FanFiction'?" Natalie whined. "Everybody knows that every one of them is not true. I am never ever going to be seen in public with that idiot Daniel. Or his atrocious sister. Or his disastrous punk nanny. And I will also never waste my expensive designer make-up on a bunch of peasant kids doing a cheap play for a... public school." She sputtered the words with disgust. Ian glanced at her and smirked. She rolled her eyes and sat up straighter. The limo slid in through massive iron gates with the name "Kabra" wired in with shining 24-karat gold. Natalie looked out her tinted bullet-proof window and saw the usual: dozens of maids scurrying across the estate to clean the mansion that Ian and Natalie shared. Things had been very much more impressive when their parents were around. There used to be multiple houses and endless gardens that stretched across the entire land, covering about the size of a medium sized town, and a few good sized properties strewn across the world. They used to be so rich that even the maids slept in canopy beds and ate caviar. Now, all the two children had were just a measly 4 million dollars and what of wasn't sold of their property. Since Ian had taken over their parent's business of selling paintings, he was usually gone from the mansion, leaving Natalie with nothing to do but to go shopping, learn from private tutors, and boss people around. Which is what she always did best. But sometimes she got bored. If she wanted anything to be done, she had a group of workers to choose from. And when she did go shopping, she couldn't find anything that didn't remind her of Mum.