Hi, Peoples! This is my first story! :) And, The Evil Hershey Panda helped me with this, mostly because she is my best friend (She introduced me to this website!) By the way, check out her stories, they're great!

I hope you like my story! Also, they're in the middle of October!

Chapter 1

Annabeth's POV

I glanced out the tiny window as the pilot announced we would be landing in about ten minutes. It was dark out and starting to rain. Gray clouds covered most of the skyscrapers below. I heard faint thunder and bit my lip nervously. I felt the plane go lower and we finally got below the clouds. I could see the airport, it wasn't that far now, and the plane was pretty close to the ground, so us crashing suddenly isn't possible. Unless we crash into the actual airport. Unless Zeus blasts us to bits.

I jumped as the plane touched the ground. "Why are you so nervous?" My partner, Seamus Clancy asked, looking around calmly.

I shook my head, "Nothing, it's nothing." I breathed. Other than going to New York after leaving unexpectedly six years ago and seeing someone I used to know. Other than that, I'm fine.

Everyone clapped as the plane finally slowed to a stop and the seat belt sign turned off. In a few minutes, we were able to get our bags and make our way out of the plane. I grabbed my gray laptop case and gray mini-suitcase and got out of my seat. Once I was out and in the waiting center I wished I was back in California. I honestly did not feel like being back in New York. My stomach felt queasy.

Seamus gestured me to follow him. Let me explained him a bit. Seamus is my partner in crime, literally, (I'll explain that another time). He used to have blond, messy hair, but then he had to dye it dark brown and shave it for another mission. He's strong, but not in a totally bulky, monstrous way. He's handsome, I suppose. We met a year ago, on the same mission, (I'll explain that later, too), and now we're partners.

We retrieved our suitcases and spotted a man with a sign that had our names on it. We nodded at each other and made our way towards him. I slipped on my black trench coat as we headed outside. It had started hailing, too. I fumbled with my suitcases as I ran after Seamus across the street. By the time we made it to the black, completely tinted car, we were soaked. Seamus put the cases in the back while I got in the car. In a few seconds, he was next to me, shivering slightly.

The driver didn't ask where we were headed, he knew already, though we didn't.

You're probably really confused right now.

Six years ago, Percy and I got into a fight, our first major one. It was about college. When we were seventeen, we promised we would go to the same college. Then a few days before our high school graduation, I broke that promise. I told him I was going to a university in California. He didn't take it to well, especially when I couldn't tell him which college it was. That resulted in him calling me a selfish bitch, which pretty much pissed me off. We ended up angrily breaking-up with each other. Last time I saw him was at the graduation, I didn't even go to prom.

I couldn't tell him about the university because it was top secret. Also, it wasn't exactly a university.

Before graduation, I was messing around with Daedalus' laptop. I found some pretty strange stuff, typed in a few things, next thing I know, FBI is coming through my doors and windows (Scaring the crap out of my father) and telling me that I hacked into NASA and accessed encrypted information. They took me in of course, then the CIA contacted me and asked me to train with them for a while. I 'got the cut' apparently because they asked me to join their team.

I've done a few missions and lots of hacking since then, but then something strange happened in California. I was at a bar with my supervisor a few weeks ago talking about a promotion. Suddenly, someone had a gun to my head, asking me about Daedalus' laptop, immediately, my supervisor pulled out a gun, shot the man, then ran out of there with me.

So, here I am. In New York, for five months. They say it's for another mission, but I think it's cause of the information on the laptop is important and only I can access it and I need to be alive for that, though I haven't even fully explored it, even after seven years.

Seamus and I don't know the mission is, we'll know once we get to our destination. Which is basically right now since the car had stopped. "The package is coming in three days." The driver said, shocking us, he handed us a key with a note saying 2D.

We nodded and headed out the car, right before the driver gave me an umbrella. I nodded in thanks and was about about to give him money, but he shook his head.

Once I was out, I looked ahead of me. A large building with balconies on each floor was there, surrounded by smaller buildings. They looked like Condos.

I put my laptop case around my shoulders and headed towards the door with two suitcases on each arm and trying to balance the umbrella on my neck. I went back and fourth, helping Seamus with the suitcases. When we were done, we entered the building. The lobby was nice and simple, lots of browns and golds. There was a young woman behind a counter chew gum, looking bored. She barely glanced at us as we headed to the elevators.

Once we were in the elevators, I handed Seamus the keys. "2D? Which floor is that?" He asked, looking at the buttons all labeled with numbers.

I rolled my eyes, "Try four." I told him.

He pressed the button. In a few seconds, we were at the fourth floor facing two doors, one said 1D the other said 2D. We shrugged and stepped out the moving contraption and stuffed the key in the knob. Strangely enough, it opened. Seamus looked at me.

"Go on." I said, gesturing him to move.

He glared at me then pushed the luggage in. I struggled with my suitcases then shut the door behind me. I turned around then stifled a gasp. The place was amazing. We enter the living room once we go through the door, a white leather couch shaped in an L sat against the wall. The floor was black marble, a white, fur rug was in the middle of the room sitting under a glass coffee table. A large TV was on the wall and a China cabinet opposite of the couch. A love seat was a few feet from the door. There was no wall separating the living room and the kitchen, which is right where Seamus went and was looking into a shiny, metal refrigerator. The kitchen's main colors was the same as the living room, black and white.

A narrow hallway was to the left of the kitchen, four doors were shown. From further inspection, it showed two of them were bathrooms and two of them were bedrooms. I instantly called the bigger room, leaving Seamus groaning with a bagel in his mouth.

I dragged my suitcases into my room. My room was white and black, of course, it had a king sized, low bed, white carpet, an in-wall closest along with a nightstand on either side of the bed and in front on the bed was a black buero with a large, rectangular mirror.

I kicked off my sneakers and laid down on the bed, exhausted. "Annabeth?" I heard Seamus call out.

"What?" I yelled, sounding muffled against the pillow.

"Come 'ere!" He responded.

I groaned and dragged my feet towards the sound of his voice. I looked at him curiously. He was sprawled across the floor, his ear pressed against it. He gestured me to do the same. "Seamus Clancy, I am not going to-"

"Just come listen!" He exclaimed.

I sighed and pressed my ear to the floor. I didn't hear anything, then I did. It was like... boom boom boom, and the floor vibrated slightly. "What is that?" I whispered, it had a bit of rhythm to it.

He shrugged the smirked, "Let's go find out." he jumped up

"Seamus, I'm not going out of this room. I am tired, I have a headache, and I'm hungry!" I said, standing up. He put on Adidas and opened the door then left.

I sighed, put on slippers, then followed him. He already at the bottom of the stairs next to the Elevator waiting for me. I noticed he had a gun. "Seamus! Put that away! What is someone sees that? How did you even get that pass security?" I whispered, reaching him and slapping him on his arm.

He winced and hid it behind his back, "Calm down! No one's going to see it! Also, believe me, it's not that hard getting things pass America's security."

I glared at him, but said nothing else. He went to the floor directly under us, I followed close behind. He looked like a professional, and he kinda is, he's been a part of the CIA for nine years, he's twenty-five. He pressed his ear against one of the doors, it was 2C, he nodded at me then knocked on the door twice, then put the gun behind him.

A few minutes later, the door open and music blared from the place. I blinked a few times, staring at the girl who opened the door. She looked the same age as me, twenty-four, had bright red/orange hair, straightened, freckles, green eyes, and right now, she looked beautiful. She had a glass cup in her hand with, possibly, beer in it. She looked at Seamus and grinned, I wasn't noticeable, I hiding behind him.

"Hey there, you here for the party?" She asked, gesturing inside. Inside, lights were flashing and a big crowd was in there, dancing and drinking.

"A party? At two in the morning?" Seamus asked, glancing behind her. She did something that was between nodding and shrugging. "No, thanks. Maybe next time." Seamus said, sounding slightly confused.

"You got it." She said, holding up her glass. "Hey, are you the the people who moved upstairs?" she asked.

While then made conversation, someone called her name. "Rachel? Who's at the door?" The voice said, it sounded male.

Before I got the chance to see who it was, the girl glanced at me. Her eyes widened, at first I thought she saw Seamus' gun, but I noticed she was looking at me. Her eyes narrowed, then she shook her head, as if throwing away an idea. I turned around and quickly started to make my way upstairs. I heard Seamus saying something about me and prayed to the gods that he didn't tell her my name.

I went into the apartment/condo and straight to my room. I paced around the room and bit my nails repeating, "Crap." over and over again.

In a few minutes, Seamus was at my door with his arms crossed. "Care to tell me why you ran away from our neighbors?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I know her." I muttered.

"Ah, is this what you were afraid of?" He asked, completely clueless. No one I work with, except for my supervisor, knows I'm a half-blood.

I nodded, took a deep breath, then sighed. "That was Rachel Elizabeth Dare." I told him. "I'm sure you've heard of her, or her father." I said.

He nodded, "I have..." he raised an eyebrow. "What? You two have history?" He asked.

"A lot more than you think." I muttered then closed my door, leaving him standing in the hallway.