A/N- Let's all say book 10 never happened. Cahills aren't working together, Vespers aren't rising, and Isabel isn't jailed.

So, Dan and Amy eventually won the clue hunt. I think that's all you really need to know. The rest is explained.

Oh, this doesn't have to do with any of my other stories, in case anyone wanted to know.

I do not own the 39 clues.

Amy's POV

I closed my book and looked at my clock, 10:07, time to go to sleep. I didn't have a reason to stay up any longer. I got up from my chair and before getting into bed, I opened the glass French doors to let the summer breeze in. The stars outside shone brightly outside and the trees swayed in the wind. I wished my mind was as calm as the summer nights here. I closed the screen door to keep the bugs out and to let the air flow in.

I went back to the other side of my room, pulled back the covers, and got into bed. I reached out and turned off my lamp so that I could, hopefully, get some sleep. But even if I tried my best to calm down and relax, images and scenes from the clue hunt, which took place almost a year ago, still entered my thoughts and dreams.

Ian's POV

I wish I didn't have to do this. There I was on that clear summer night, hiding behind shrubbery by Grace's rebuilt mansion. It felt wrong to do such an evil deed on such a perfect night, but if I didn't, Isabel would surely kill me. She's gotten so power-hungry that I can't even call her mother anymore. I looked at my watch, 10:07. I quickly looked back up when I sensed movement. I was right below Amy's balcony, waiting for her to go to sleep.

I remembered my mission; to get any information out of the beauty's room. A diary or journal, perhaps, Isabel said, Or even better, a drawer full of Madrigal information.

We Lucians had found out only three weeks ago that they were part of the dangerous and feared group. And with our technology, we were able to trace the Cahill siblings' lines back to the original Madeline Cahill. Who knew there was another branch?

One thing about this mission scared me the most. If you can't find any information, bring her back to the Lucian headquarters. Use this, she said handing me a dart gun, Should knock her out in a few seconds and last a couple of hours. Of course she'll be in a lot of pain when she wakes up, but she'll be in a lot more if she refuses to tell us anything.

My left pocket felt extremely heavy with the weight of the dart gun inside of it. I hoped to find something to bring back to Isabel. I'd hate to do that to Amy.

I watched her open her doors to her balcony. What a stupid thing to do, I thought. This made sneaking into her house ten times easier. I saw the dim light turn off, and then I waited about fifteen minutes so that she could fall asleep.

After that little wait, I took a rope from my backpack and threw it up onto the rails on the balcony. It caught on one and I slowly and silently climbed up it. This was such an old school trick, but if it worked, I would use it.

I climbed over the thick wooden railing onto the balcony adorned with flowers. A waterproof chair and table sat out in the corner. I could imagine her sitting there, reading. Focus, Ian, I said to myself.

I waited and listened. I didn't hear her move, so I guessed it was safe enough to go in. As I stepped through the door, I didn't notice the bug screen in the night. I ran right into it, losing all composure. I was glad no one was there to see that. I stopped to listen once again for a sound coming from Amy. I heard her shift in bed, but then she was silent again.

I opened the screen door, surprised it was not locked, but then again, someone could just bust though the door if they really wanted, to. I looked around her lavender colored room, searching for possible hiding spots for information. I silently and quickly went through her desk, and unsuccessfully did not find anything. Amy moved again in her sleep, scaring me. She really didn't move, she jerked. I checked her dresser next. I found nothing but t-shirts, sweaters, and jeans. This is very wrong, I thought to myself. I opened the next drawer and it squeaked loudly.

Amy tossed and turned in bed. She mumbled something I couldn't comprehend in her sleep. She continued to jerk and talk in her sleep. Eventually, her sheets where tossed off. I began to worry about her. I walked over to her bedside and did something stupid. "Amy?" I whispered.

That made her jerk her hand, that was laying of the side of the bed, closer to her. "G-go away!" She stuttered in her sleep, softly, yet full of fear. She started to kick violently, as if trying to get away from something.

I knew she was going to wake up in a minute or two. I felt the gun in my pocket. I felt the handle of it and I slowly brought it out, unsure of what to do. Her neck was pale and white in the dark, so easy to shoot at. But T didn't have the heart to do it. I didn't want her that pain. She was crying in her nightmare now.

I quickly ran inside her closet. A second later, she sat up in her bed while screaming, "No!"

Amy's POV

I woke up in shock. Tears had wet my face and I felt more coming. I hated nights like these, when past memories haunted me. Sometimes they happened differently than the real thing, making the ending much worse.

I seriously thought I had just heard Ian. The rest of their voices seemed far away, like and echo, but his seemed to be at a whisper, only two feet away.

I started crying. I wasn't exactly quiet about it, so I was afraid of waking up Dan, which I had already done once this week. He was just down the hall. Nellie and Uncle Fiske wanted to hire a counselor for me, because it happens so often now. I couldn't let them hear me.

I wanted to cry, and I couldn't stop. I got out of bed, and ran into my closet. I closed its door and buried myself in the back left hand corner of it, behind the little skirts and dress pants I had.

I cried myself to sleep.

Ian's POV

I sat in the very back right corner, behind a row of shirts. I heard Amy get up and walk closer to the closet. Does she know I'm here? I thought. She came into the closet, shut the door, and went back into the opposite corner. I heard her deep sons and every one of them hurt me.

But now I didn't have a way out. I heard the door shut and it had a loud creek, so I couldn't just sneak out. I remembered that dart gun in my pocket. I'd really hate to use it, though. I would just wait until morning. Maybe then I could escape unseen, if the morning light didn't hit me.

While thinking of all of this and listening to her long cries, I fell asleep,

A/N- Review please. I'll probably have the next and last chapter up this weekend! I know this cliché, but I'm such a fan-girl!