The Annual Cahill reunion. Dan is in the air vents spying on Amy and Sinead in the kitchen. The Holts are outside playing soccer. The Starling boys are in the lab creating a toxic mixture for Ian and Natalie who have yet to arrive, while Jonah is on the couch watching Who Wants To Be A Gangster - a movie he stars in.

Dan's POV

I listenin on my sister, Amy's, and her best friend, Sinead's, conversation while they are leaning against the marble countertops and drinking coffee.

"Do you seriously have a crush on Ian?" Sinead asked,sounding almost condescending.

"Umm…n-no…" Amy said, blushing.

"Oh my gosh Amy! You totally do!" Sinead exclaimed excitedly.

"S-Sinead I d-don't h-have a crush on I-Ian." Amy protested.

"Fine. Whatever you say." Sinead smirked, her green eyes sparkling, as if she didn't believe Amy. "I'm gonna go see what my brothers are doing." She finished the last sip of her coffee and started to walk out of the kitchen when all of a sudden, I came crashing down on top of her.

"Dan! You dweeb! What are you doing?" Amy exclaimed.

"Using my expert ninja skills to get out of the ceiling?" I futility offered as an explanation.

"Get off me!" Sinead yelled.

"Sorry." Sinead slaps me away as I bend down to help her. "Are you ok?"

"Expert ninja skills? You fell on top of me!"

"What were you doing in the ceiling in the first place exactly?" Amy inquired, with a look that said she had guessed it all. I smile sheepishly for a moment and then run away at full speed. I could still hear the echoing laughter of Amy and Sinead.

Natalie's POV

As I entered the Cahill mansion my first sight was of Daniel running full speed passed me and colliding into Ian sending them both to the ground. I sigh as Daniel and Ian start arguing. Beginning with Ian threatening to kill Daniel and then Daniel daring him to face his ninja skills.

"Both of you stop!" I demand loudly. "We just got here and already you're fighting with the Cahills, Ian." Ian glared at him for a moment before announcing that Daniel had the honor to bring the our things to our rooms.

"In your dreams, you spoiled British brats."

"Do it peasant, if you want to keep having dreams." I calmly take out my dart gun and aim. The boy grumbles as he picked up our bags and carried them to their destinations.