Before we start I would like to thank the wonderful Awsomepossum328 for beta reading this story she did an amazing job!

Welcome, the to a interactive mystery Rolex! In this story Jason suspects his own family and friends, so help Jason out, and tell me who you think stole it then I might make a chapter about who you think it is! This action will include the ideas I have set aside for this story, but besides that you decide who Jason suspects, but only I decide who stole it! Good luck you will need this mystery is hard because your favorite characters will be suspected, and I am not afraid to break some hearts! Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series.

Jason

Tap, tap, tap.

My feet lightly tapped the ground, impatiently. I look over to see a light up sign that read, "Love awaits for you!". The light bulbs flickered like they could go out any second on the cliché sign, but no one in this room really took notice—not even the employees who seemed to be too busy doing their nails, probably because they were all irresponsible women that have no care now or ever for their work area at all.

I look over again to see a red headed employee, who seems to think it is a good idea to be waving at me and twirling her hair around her fingers; she obviously was flirting with me on the job. This place seems to have surprises at every corner, from a cliché sign to skanks checking you out (with a lot of skin showing, if I might say so myself). Of course, it makes sense since I am trying to find love with a so called "expert match maker" to help me.

I have been waiting in the waiting room for several minutes, bored out of my mind just waiting for the lady at the front desk to call my number, number 12035, which is of course the reason why I was so bored. I mean imagine waiting for 12034 numbers to be called and you're just sitting there thinking: kill me now. In result of being so bored, I couldn't help but tap my feet, sometimes I get so bored that I start to twiddle my thumbs like some little kid on a sugar high.

"12035!" the lady at the front desk hollered in a barbarian voice that sent huge chills down my spine, feeling like my back was going to snap in half.

I walked over to the lady, and handed her my paper slip with the number scratched on it. She nodded at the slip and gestured toward a ash brown wood door in the corner that was painted a pure white color with a pink sign over it, with "Aphrodite" scrawled onto it. Unlike the other sign, it was neon and it looked new and shined as bright as day that it slightly hurt my eyes to look at directly.

I open the door to see a women in a long white ball gown and glass slippers kind of like Cinderella's, that I was pretty sure would break any moment. Perfect blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders and baby blue eyes that had a sparkle to them that seemed artificial.

This women looked like she was trying to impress everyone around her. What a fake, I thought. The room was even worse, it was completely pink—the pillows, the sofa, the makeup table, everything seemed perfect for this woman. The only thing that was not pink was the black mascara bottle sitting on the makeup table. She stretched her mouth into a wide thin smile; it made me want to throw up.

" Hello Mr...Mr...um"

" Grace," I helped her slightly annoyed that she forgot my name.

" Yes, anyway, Mr. Grace you came here about that advertisement you found in the mail," the women said, who I guessed was Aphrodite.

I nodded my head, " We spoke on the phone about it you said you could find my true love no problem," I said, remembering the long phone call with Aphrodite a few days ago.

"Oh, yes I can find your true love just take this form, and fill it out; then I can start searching the country for your girl," Aphrodite said her stiff smile disapered from her lips, and left a determined smirk.

She handed me a thick stack of paper work binded together with a clip board. She gestured for me to sit down on a plush pink sofa with furry pillows thrown all over the sofa for extra comfort. I sat down, and filled in the questions they asked my hobbies, what I like in a girl, if I have ever been to jail, friends, family, and a few others. Once I finished I handed the tall stack of paper work to Aphrodite.

"You will get the results via Rolex," she said, flashing her eyes slightly at me.

"What?," I asked, confused.

"Rolex, honey," She talked to me as if I were a slow, ignorant child, "the watch, I will send you the results in a priceless watch," she prolonged her words, over-enunciating her words as if I were too dull to understand her.

"You see, inside the center of the Rolex is a really small hard drive," Aphrodite finished her explanation.

I nodded my head starting to understand what she meant. I sighed, and walked out the door, into the waiting room, and out of the building. Outside the air smelt sour and raw, so raw I took the time to wrinkle my nose before hopping into my car and driving away.

Aphrodite

I saw Mr. Grace jump into his car. I giggled. I don't mean a little giggle, I mean a full on long line of little giggles. A few of my daughters stared at me from giggling to long. I closed my mouth, my ears turning a bright pink. The reason I was giggling was love. Whenever I see young love on the streets, or in my shop all I think is, this is so adorable! Some people might think that is crazy, but I don't see why in the world they would think that?

"Young love," I sighed, my eyes starry.

I saw some costumers staring at me but I just ignored them, and skipped to my office the love jitters in my stomach each frolic step causing more, and more. I slammed the door behind me, and grabbed the stack of love results from Jason, and enter them into my Love-o-meter, also known the calculating love machine.

I watched as a crisp flash drive slid out from the machine, about the size of a flattened walnut. I popped the flash drive into my computer and waited for it to ding, and watched his True Loves files pop up on screen. I could not help but squeal with delight!

But then I examined them and sighed. "We are going to have a big problem that I don't think Jason can fix."

I felt actual worry for him, but I thought this could be just another twist and turn in love. This is normal it is just an obstacle to face in love, right? I sighed, and grabbed a Rolex watch from my personal collection. The watch I selected was diamond studded gold with the Rolex symbol on it, a crown. Above the crown was inscribed, "Monday" to which is the day Mr. Grace walked into my shop looking for love, but to be specific, there was also the number 5 on the watch meaning he bought the watch during the of month May.

I grabbed a box from the corner of the room, stuffing the watch inside with Styrofoam around the watch to keep it from damaging, during the mail to Mr. Grace's house. Once I sealed the box up with masking tape, leaving my fingers rather sticky, I licked the stamps that tasted nasty on my lips and tongue, and then I placed them on the box firmly. I left the box on the table knowing that my youngest daughter , Lacy, will pick up the box and send it to the post office, maybe in a couple hours.

I sat down and looked away from the box, but I could not help, but think about the box that could bring so much heartbreak, drama, and maybe something a little worse than that.

Jason

I was just casually walking around my house, till I entered the kitchen. Oh how I love the kitchen with its warm crisp food smells that linger in my nose; I love the smooth granite counter tops that my sister loves to sit on. I was surprised to find everyone in the kitchen either sitting on the counter top, or standing up. When I told them about the Rolex and Aphrodite, they all seem to have comments all in different levels of importance.

"Jason, don't you think this is silly?" My mother sounded worried, like she always did when it concerned me.

"No, I think it is cool little bro." My sister ,Thalia, let out in a excited voice like she could tell something fairly interesting was going to happen soon.

"Yeah, I am happy for you, Jase." Nico, my friend, said in a plain voice. I always seem to forget that he just recently started dating my sister.

"Your mother is right this is silly." My father jumped into the argument, like it suddenly became his first priority.

"Go, Jason, the ladies man!" Leo hollered, elbowing my ribs knowingly.

My ex-girlfriend, Reyna, sat in the corner as she was still a good family friend. She said nothing, but her eyebrows furrowed as if she were deep in thought.

"Finally! What'cha been waiting for, Jason?" Percy, my cousin, slapped my back, obviously happy that I was finally finding what I think could be love.

"Percy..." Annabeth scolded her boyfriend's innocent idiocy.

"Cool!" Rachel hollered from across the room. She was slightly off task, but she did not seem totally in La-La-Land.

"That is really great Jason," Hazel offered me one of her famous comforting smiles.

"What's going on?" Frank said, confused as he'd just walked in the room.

"Whatever." Clarrise muttered, uncaring. Her red headband nearly fell out as she tossed back her head in annoyance.

And that was all I could remember of that conversation, then I went to bed, thinking about my friends' and family's comments—sleeping soundly was hard after there words. The words stuck with me for so long that I wrote them down on a yellow note pad at the middle of the night. I was sweating like crazy, and stuffed the note pad in a random joor. I guess writing down there reactions really helped me a lot because that night I slept a little better after that.

A Couple Days Later

My shoes stomped on Jason's driveway I made sure nobody was watching me sneak up to his mailbox.

I walked up to the white metal mail box, and opened up the package inside. I looked into the box to find a gold watch studded with diamonds that shined in the morning sun. I smiled, knowing what secret was inside the watch.

I let out a evil laugh that echoed through out the neighborhood, stuffed the watch into my pocket, and walked away like it never happened. Because it never will happen not on my watch. Jason will never know even If I have to hide it from him forever, and that was exactly what was intended.

So who do you think did it? Also why in the world would Aphrodite worry for Jason? If you did not know the suspects are Mrs. Grace, Mr. Grace, Thalia, Nico, Leo, Reyna, Percy, Annabeth, Octavian, Rachel, Hazel, Frank, and Clarisse. Also you guys are probably thinking Reyna stole the Rolex, but guys this mystery is really hard it is obviously... well I have said to much. Ok guys I got to run I love you all hope you like this!

Ps. this story is 2,000 words It is not really short at all!

Peace out, Claire