Author's Note: Why, hello! I'm completely in love with House of Anubis (and the British accents don't hurt :) Anyway, I'm loving the little relationship Nina and Fabian have going on, but something seems a little off about Fabian to me. Hmm...maybe it's just me. This story is going to follow the plot of the show, but I'll definitely change some things around. Enjoy!

Nina shrugged her shoulder as she trudged down the stairs of the Anubis House. All the adrenaline and excitement she'd been running on the last couple of days had finally depleted, leaving her feeling jet-lagged and overwhelmed. Not to mention a little more than confused and spooked about the whole Joy thing; especially about the the part she played in the whole mystery.

"Morning, Nina."

Fabian smiled softly from where he sat at the dining room table, appearing ever bit as awake as Nina felt tired. He passed her a muffin as she sat down, "How did you sleep?"

Nina accepted the muffin stiffly, still a little peeved at what had happened the night before. "I was almost caught by Victor," she remarked coldly. "Not that you stuck around to see."

Fabian paused, a little surprised at her bitter-filled tone. "I'm sorry, I guess I just got a little startled by all that was going on. But if I'd known it was Victor coming down, I would've made sure you got back upstairs."

Nina remained quiet, making him worry that she had still not forgiven him. However, after a few tense moments, she grinned and leaned closer to him, dropping her closed off stance, "Well you missed a good laugh; Victory completely tripped on the stair when he was looking for me. Lucky for us he didn't suspect anything."

"Ah, I was wondering what Amber was blabbering about," Fabian smiled, but it was quickly replaced with a worried glance. "Wait, is the stair completely destroyed?"

"No, but the top part is in like six pieces." She frowned, confused at why he was suddenly so frantic, "Why, is something wrong?"

"I've been thinking about the key." He looked around the empty room and lowered his voice, "It seems a bit strange that we only found a key, doesn't it? I mean, who leaves an answer without leaving a clue to follow you to it?"

"Well, maybe the key is the clue."

"I don't think it is though," Fabian stopped, noticing Nina's baffled expression, "Or maybe you're right and I'm just over-thinking this. Either way, I gauge it's worth taking a second look."

"That's going to be pretty difficult," Nina replied. "Even if we can put together the pieces, we still have Victor to worry about. He'll probably be more suspicious than ever."

"Don't worry, I have a plan." Fabian stood up, brushing the crumbs off his hands. "Meet me back here at noon. Oh, and bring some glue."

Patricia sighed and closed her laptop. Something was still off about Joy's e-mail, but she just couldn't place what it was. And there was no way anyone would help her they already thought she was too obsessed about it. The only person who would actually listen to her was...

"Nina!"

Her roommate froze, probably preparing for another verbal attack. Nina swallowed thickly, keeping her voice steady, "Yes?"

"Look," Patricia stood up and crossed her arms, hoping the gesture didn't come across as hostile. But judging from Nina's face, it did. She dropped her arms and repeated herself carefully, "Look, I'm really sorry about the way I've been treating you. It's just that Joy was my best friend, and it was a big shock when she left so quickly. But it wasn't fair of me to take out all my suspicions on you."

Nina pursed her lips, "Patricia, you locked me in the attic."

"I'll help you," Patricia retorted abruptly. "Victor knows the attic key is missing; I'll help you get it back in his office."

"Right now?"

"Right now," she confirmed with a nod, "No tricks, I'll even go first if you'd like."

"Why?" Nina questioned curiously. "Why help me now?"

"Because something weird is going on here; and for some reason I think you're the one meant to fix it."