I do not and never will own the 39 clues.

"You're an idiot!"

"You're a nerd!"

"You're a Dolt!"

"You're a Starbucks!"

"You're both annoying as bloody hell!" Ian yelled from the couch.

The Cahill family was in the middle of their annual reunion and everything started out fine. Hamilton and Dan were playing baseball in the backyard, Ian was reading some strange fancy magazine only sold in England, Natalie was looking strangely at Amy's choice in clothes, Amy and Sinead were talking about books over a cup of coffee, Ned and Ted were blowing things up, Madison and Reagan were seeing how much food Arnold could eat, Jonah was attempting to explain the Cahill life to Phoenix, and the adults were somewhere on the other side of town trying not to kill each other.

But of course that was before Sinead accidently spilt her steaming coffee on Hamilton's shirt. They probably could've avoided the argument all together if she had just said sorry. Instead she said, "Wow, I guess even human rocks aren't immune to fire".

Thus the first argument of the day began.

Amy was tired of their fighting. Their constant bickering was getting on her nerves. She walked over to Ian and sat down next to him before he blew a gasket.

"Amy, love", Ian wined, "mommy and daddy are fighting again". She looked up to his smirking face and giggled at his joke, before stopping herself to see if Sinead and Hamilton heard. They luckily didn't.

"Ian, the day they get along will be the day Dan comes home with a grade higher than a B-". They both looked up to see her younger brother in the kitchen trying to lick his elbow. They laughed.

"Or it could be the day that Natalie wears an outfit that cost less than a car", she snorted at his retort to see Natalie attempting to yell at Dan for who knows what, dressed completely in a purple Prada dress and three inch heels. They could only catch snippets of the words she was saying, but Amy could swear she heard the words 'plastic-python' and 'mustard-covered-dress'. They laughed again.

"What are you two laughing at?" a stern voice said from beside her. Sinead and Hamilton were hovering over them like a human tent.

Before Amy could say a single word Ian looked up and said, "You". Sinead looked at Amy suspiciously as if the idea of Amy laughing at a person was the dumbest thing in the world. Hamilton was just glaring at Ian with such force it was a surprise his face didn't fall off.

"He was kidding, right Ian?" she glared at Ian who raised his hands in surrender, but you could still see the smirk hidden on his face. "We were really laughing at the idiocy that is my brother". They were all now looking up to see Dan who was now fighting back at Natalie. It wasn't a complete lie Amy told herself. At a point they were looking and laughing at Dan, but in the end it was always directed towards them.

Amy got up and grabbed Sinead's arm. "Hey, we should go take a walk. We have this beautiful addition to the garden you haven't seen yet". Before Sinead could answer Amy was already pulling her away from the conversation.

Amy sat Sinead down in the garden. "Why do you guys argue all the time? You are completely defeating the point of being a madrigal".

Sinead looked up to Amy, surprised with the sudden outburst. But her face completely changed from surprise to the look as if to say 'well duh'. "Don't you remember what he did to me Amy? What he did to Ned and Ted?"

Amy moved her focus a bit as if to watch a flashback. A few years back at the very beginning of the clue hunt the Holts had been responsible for an explosion that put the Starlings out of commission for the entire competition only to find out that that they were mentally and physically damaged. Amy just assumed that Sinead had forgiven them. She had never been one to hold a grudge, and Amy had hoped to have fixed the majority of the 'family issues' when they all joined the madrigals.

"That was years ago, Sinead," Amy assured her, not sounding very assuring, "you don't have to forgive and forget, but at least try to get along for a little while". Amy looked like a pouting puppy through the light in the glass. Too bad Sinead had never been good with pets.

"You just don't know what its like. You don't know what its like to be at the weakest point. For everything you love barely be on the tips of your fingers. To lose so much so fast".

Amy looked on the brim of tears. "You don't think I know what its like? You don't think I know what its like for everyone in this reunion to know I'm the weakest, still try and destroy me the hardest? You and your brothers even tried to take the only chance we had from us in the beginning. You followed us into the museum and we tried to warn you to get out, but you thought we were playing you. So you stayed there. And. Got. Blown. Up. At some point Dan and me helped every team in the clue hunt only to find out that they played us and left us to die. And when we finally find someone we could trust they die. Its not Hamilton's fault you got blown up. It's not our fault you got blown up. It's your own!"

Sinead had never seen Amy that mad in her life. Amy ran into the house sobbing, while Sinead just stood in the garden as dead as a rock.

Inside Ian was interrogating Hamilton. "Why do you always try to pick a fight with Sinead?"

Hamilton just stood there staring at Ian as if it would make the question go away. It didn't. "What do you mean by that?" he asked even though he completely understood what Ian meant.

"I mean, why do you try to make her life bloody hell?" Ian was already board and ready to go back to his magazine, but he knew he couldn't because Amy would yell at him. And for such a calm person she was sure scary when yelling.

"She starts it", Hamilton wined, knowing perfectly well that he has started it plenty of times.

"Then why don't you stop it?" Ian asked finally getting interested in why he was avoiding the question.

"Why do you care?" he asked back knowing he was getting irritated.

In less than a second Ian had a dart gun in his hand and shot. A small red dot now stood where the dart once placed itself in Hamilton's arm.

"What the hell was that for!" Hamilton yelled holding a dart in one hand and pointing to the dot of blood with the other.

"Why do you fight with Sinead?" Ian asked once again with a voice so calm you may think he shoots someone everyday. That was not reassuring for Hamilton.

"Because she would never talk to me any other way" Hamilton sighed. When he realized what he had said he covered his mouth and stared at Ian in surprise.

As if reading Hamilton's thoughts Ian said, "Lucian truth serum. You couldn't have expected me to get rid of all my Lucian technology, could you?" Hamilton still kept staring at Ian in disbelief. "Well off of me and back to you. Do you happen to have a crush on Sinead?"

Hamilton knew he couldn't lie so he didn't pull back, "Yes, she's amazing. She's brilliant and beautiful and doesn't even realize it. But she completely hates me because of the Franklin museum. I didn't mean to blow her up, only Amy and Dan. Oh don't you dare give me that look, you left them to rot in a cave. Anyway she may be the most amazing girl ever, but she would never dare talk to me unless we are arguing".

Ian just stared at Hamilton for a minute with a completely blank face. "Oh my. You are so… what do the Americans call it? Oh yes, dude you are whipped".

Before Hamilton could answer sobs rained through the living room. Ian and Hamilton looked only to see Amy run through crying into her hands.

"Amy!" Ian called after her. She kept on running. Ian looked up to Hamilton and sighed, "I'll deal with you later". And he ran off to find out what was wrong with Amy.