Okay so this is my first 39 Clues fic although I've been a fan forever I've never posted a story... stupid I know. So sorry if the characters seem wierd in this first chap. I'm still getting used to writing them. Also, there won't be very much 3rd person- more like the characters personal POVs later it just needed to start this way ;) Like my PJ fic (check it out?) this came to me in a dream :D I know I'm wierd ;D Sorry if I mess a few things up from Vesper's Rising but I don't have access to the book right now :( Please give this a chance, and review with suggestions... it always takes me a while to get a story to flow so if you can just bear with me on the first few chapters :) or if it's truly awful then I want to know (not in a flame if you please). And I have a contest going 'Clues Contest' so yeah and I'm in the awesome I'm-A-Fallen-Angel39's contest, check it out! btw: what makes you think I own the 39 clues? okay you can read now...
Chapter 1
Jonah POV:
'No. No no no no. No. This has to be a prank. No one would try to go after Amy or Dan, let alone when they were together- they're almost as awesome as me. The hunt is over, who would be after us now?... But the look in Amy's beauti-eyes, yes eyes that's it…no one could fake the naked fear in them. If Amy and Dan are in trouble it's up to the Gangsta to help them, I owe them that much- and more. But then again- it doesn't hurt to have backup…' I reach towards the button that will connect the video call.
Third Person POV:
The screen lit up and showed a frowning Sinead with a smudge of oil on her cheek. The screen divided into two and Hamilton's bulk filled the other half the screen. He was followed quickly by a scowling Ian.
"What is it now Jonah? If it's another one of those ridiculous things with slurred words put to a two year old on drums that you call a song winning some award- I don't want to hear it."
"Ian be nice, I'm sure there is some reason he called us." Sinead glares at the screen on her side- which everyone assumes is where Jonah's face is. "Otherwise I might just have to test the bomb I was working on." She smiles, looking frighteningly like the Cheshire Cat. It was just dawning on Jonah just how much trouble Amy and Dan could really be in. His face slowly drained of color and he started shaking. Only Hamilton notices Jonah's worried expression and panicked look.
"Hey Jonah, my man, something up?" Jonah's only response is a slight nod of the head.
"Are you alright?" Sinead was sitting forward and looking intently at the screen. A shake of the head this time.
"Well then what's the matter?" Ian asks impatiently. Jonah opens his mouth slightly but closes it again before speaking in a shaky voice.
"Amy and Dan are in trouble."
…
"Sinead, are you sure they aren't there?" Ian asked over the four-way call.
"Yes I'm quite sure that I would notice if the people I lived with suddenly came back from what they told me was a simple little trip to a bank." Sinead said testily- but they all knew it was to hide her worry.
"Guys, now isn't the time to argue. Status report." Jonah had unofficially taken over as leader, he was- after all the one who had gotten the call. Even though Cahills never agree on anything- after they watched the video everyone was trying to help.
"On the plane now cuz, we'll be there in an hour." Hamilton answered.
"We?"
"Me, Madison, and Reagan."
"Great. Ian?"
"We're currently on a flight also; we should arrive in about two hours." Ian said.
"Natalie?" Jonah asked wearily.
"Yes."
"This just gets better and better…" There was some mumbling on Ian's end that sounded suspiciously like 'slow and painful death'. "Sinead?" Jonah continued.
"You all seem to forget I live with them!"
"No we don't and I was going to ask if you would send someone to get us." Jonah explained calmly.
"You can walk."
…
"Sinead we're coming up to the front gate, could you please tell your brainless wall of muscle here to let us in?" Came Ian's voice out of Sinead's phone.
"Fine I'm turning off all security now. Welcome to Cahill Manor."
"Cut the theatrics Sinead and open the door."
"Ian I would strongly advise against being snotty, I am currently holding a master control and with a single code could kill you right now."
Ding dong.
"Wise choice."
…
Waiting, one of the most unpleasant things in the world. Waiting for someone you love, unbearable. Waiting for a Cahill in a room of Cahills from other branches- maddening.
"Any luck with Nellie?" Hamilton asked, breaking the silence that had stretched for almost two and a half hours.
"No she's in a special cooking class in New York right now," Sinead answered. They lapsed back into silence. But Sinead carefully looked at each person in the room. There was Madison and Reagan on her right, they were thumb wrestling each other but kept shooting glances at the door. Next to them Hamilton was staring straight ahead, but holding his phone tightly enough that the case was cracked in several places. Across from her Ian and Natalie were the epitome of cool and collected, but if you looked hard enough you could see Ian hold himself back from jumping out of his seat to the door at every little noise. Natalie on the other hand was studying her nails endlessly- as usual, but you could just barely make out a slight tightening of her jaw. Jonah was watching his phone intently, probably re-watching the video that led them all here. After observing everyone for a few more minutes Sinead's eyelids began to droop. One by one, the Cahills fell asleep.
…
Beep beep beep.
"Cut the black wire," Ian said groggily.
Beep beep beep.
"Turn off the fire alarm Maddy, Dad told you not to shoot flaming arrows remember?" Hamilton said without opening his eyes, or his mouth for that matter.
Beep beep beep.
"Wasn't me… Reag?" Madison mumbled. Her only answer was a sleep-punch from her twin.
Beep beep beep.
"Who changed my alarm? The Wiz only wakes up to his music." The way Jonah said it though made it sound like 'who chain my larm the wiz own lay ake uh to is moo'.
Beep beep beep.
"Whad' ya wah Amy?" Sinead slurred. 'Amy' the previous day's details came rushing back to her. She immediately sat up and grabbed the master control from the spot on the couch next to her. She quickly typed in a complicated code and the beeping stopped, much to the relief of everyone in the room. That is everyone but the person responsible for turning it off. The screen was displaying footage from the cameras positioned to face the driveway. The thing that had set off the alarm was currently barreling towards the front door. Sinead immediately started to panic, but then in the back of her mind she realized what the alarm was for. It wasn't an intruder, no whoever was in the car had passed through all of the security measures- and there were hundreds- one little thing would see the police here in 30 seconds flat. She herself had designed some of them and tested it on several occasions. What was setting the alarm off was the speed of the car. Once that registered she took a good look at the car. It was a black Mercedes Guardian, Fiske's black Mercedes Guardian. She let out a squeal that was purely from relief and tiredness- that's what she'll tell you if you ask about it, then she'll snap your arm; Sinead Starling doesn't squeal. She ran out the door and that more than the beeping woke everyone one up completely enough to follow her. Fiske's car had skidded to a stop but Dan had apparently jumped out while it was still moving because he was almost to the front door. Everyone was smiling; they thought he was just practicing his ninja moves. But Hamilton had been hanging around with Dan more and more after the clue hunt. Something was wrong.
"What's up Dan-o?" Dan's eyes were wild and his face pale. He took a few deep breaths before tears started to well up in his eyes.
"Amy's been shot."
oooh cliffy ;) haha review :D
