Annabeth:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing until I could have killed the damn thing, but I got up none the less. I spent the entire day before brushing up on the live I apparently lived and the one that Noah lived. I didn't know his real story, and he didn't know mine. But we knew the alias by heart now.

Noah was born in New York City with his single dad how was often busy as he was a lawyer. Noah's mom died when he was seven, and she had been sick his whole life. His dad is dead, too, and he died in a car wreck when Noah was twenty two. Noah had just finished college, but he ditched law school, like he had planned because it reminded it too much for his dad. He went to Zeus Airlines, and he's worked his way up for the last six years. He moved here two years ago, and he never goes on the second floor because he was dating some girl down there and told her that she was too needy. Then all of the 'needy' girls trashed his office.

Noah worked on the seventh floor with me, in the office beside mine. We oversaw the entire company and had to go on 'business' trips all of the time. Of course, we never actually did anything. That was for the people on the sixth floor. We ran the real company behind Zeus Airlines.

I didn't have to head into work until nine thirty this morning, which was a blessing. But I was still used to waking up at six am for training and my roommate's constant music playing to keep her awake so she could get to work on time.

I buttoned my blazer and looked at myself in the mirror.

I had the body everyone dreams of, or at least I did when I was a teenager, but I eat like a pig. Just one of my training exercises once a year could get you at your goal weight, but I did it five days a week. I knew I was supposed to be proud of it all, but there were times where I felt like just crying about it.

The real Annabeth wouldn't look like this…

I brushed off the thought and remembered that the 'real' Annabeth went missing with Perseus ten years ago. Forcing my hair into what ponytail I could manage with my short hair, I started to walk downstairs. I didn't know what I was going to do. I guess I could call my friends back in New York as it would be later in the morning there. My stilettos clacked against the hardwood floors as I came down the stairs to the modern space below. I didn't glance at the door that led to Noah's room.

He wasn't that bad. We weren't best friend or anything, but we understood. We understood what it's like to know that the last person you slept with was for a mission. We knew what it felt like to go to sleep alone and stare at the ceiling, knowing that there isn't someone beside you and that there won't be. We miss important events because we have to work. We almost die every day, and we can't do anything about it. We can't even tell anyone.

Understanding is what we have going on, and it might be the only thing we'll ever have going on.

"You're up," Noah's voice shocked me. I turned around from where I was looking at the ocean through the large windows by the living room. Noah stood in the middle of the open kitchen, holding a steaming cup of coffee. He wore a suit that was simple and forgettable, just like him. But there was something about him that made him different. Maybe it was just what I knew about him, but it was there.

I quickly snapped myself out of it and went back to the question he had just asked me, not that it really was a question. He spoke like it was a simple statement, which it really was. I was up, and so was he.

"Couldn't sleep," I shrugged with a gentle-fake- smile that I had mastered over the years, "What about you?"

"I didn't finish some things yesterday, and I need to talk to Anna about something."

I knew he was speaking of Anna Holmes, and I knew this something he was also speaking of was me.

I nodded, and his eyes told me that he knew I was aware of exactly what he was talking about.

I wasn't going to do another Percy POV, but screw it.

Percy:

I looked at the name on the glass door.

Anna Holmes, Head of Human Recourses

I was on level B-2, where everything 'Agency' wise was run. Anna's door was the first one you saw naturally.

I remembered the day I came here. I was on level B-5 here, in an interrogation room. My head hurt, and I was handcuffed in steel beyond my strength. I was still wearing my Simpsons pajamas and a 'Goode High' tee shirt. My head banged from being drugged, and the cold metal chilled my skin.

Anna Holmes smiled at me. Her black hair was in a high ponytail, and her dark brown eyes stared at me. She was about nine years older than me, but she acted like she was my mother's age. She wore a crisp business suit, and she looked like she just drank ten Redbulls.

I tried to fight the cuffs but nothing happened. She tisked and told me that it wouldn't do a damn thing, which she was right about. After ten minutes of me trying to escape unsuccessfully, she explained what happened and would happen. Anna flew with me to Chicago, where she kept a close eye on me and became like my mom. That was wear I saw Annabeth again as she was walking down the street to visit some college. I remember everything about that moment, too.

I was wearing blonde wig, looking out a window of a crowded coffee shop. I sipped at a strong black coffee and looked into the backpack Anna gave me for my first assignment alone. For an odd reason, I looked up from the bag back out to the window. There she stood, her blonde curls cascading down her back. She wore a 'New York City' baseball cap, and a tee shirt for the boarding school she went to. She stood with two other girls, one I knew as her old roommate from her first year at the school but I didn't know the other one. They looked at the coffee shop from outside as if deciding if they wanted to go in. For a moment, I swear that her grey eyes looked into mine. Then her friend brought out her iphone and looked at them with complete seriousness. Annabeth's eyes shifted back to her, and they ran out of my sight. And I was too shocked to run after her.

I shook off the thoughts and peered through the glass and saw that Anna was alone. I didn't bother to knock because I knew her too well to have to do that. She was like my mother. Honestly, she was my mom after I hadn't seen my biological mom in so long that I had almost forgotten about her.

Almost.

"Percy," she smiled as she looked up from her paperwork. Her long black hair swept down her back and flew in the air conditioning. Her smile was gentle, and her brown eyes reminded me of a Hershey's chocolate bar after a bad day. Anna was almost forty and had a child of her own, not like how I was which was a metaphorical son. Three years ago, she settled down with a fellow coworker here, and they had a child, Tony. It was hard to think of her as pregnant after I saw her scale buildings without anyone but me noticing.

Usually, I would start a conversation, but I wasn't in that mood.

"Annabeth is my partner."

"Yes, yes, she is," Anna set her arms on the table and leaned over to put most of her weight onto them.

"You don't know who she is?" I knit my eyebrows in confusion, knowing I had told her a million times about her.

"She's one of our best agents. It's amazing how young and successful she is. You should be happy to have someone so great who can help keep you alive. I made sure you had the best," Anna smiled.

"Anna," I sat down in a nearby seat, "Do you remember the day I came to you for the first time?"

"Yeah, you kept talking about your…" Anna trailed off, her eyes wide from shock. She gasped and raised a hand to her thin lips, "Oh my gods."

I nodded, feeling the exact same way.

"Are you okay, Sweetie?" Anna reached over her desk to set a comforting hand on my arm, "Do you need me to get rid of her?"

I stared into Anna's eyes, and I quickly shook my head. Sure, this was totally hell, but it wasn't like I could do a damn thing about it. I spent forever searching for her. Just because I couldn't have her didn't mean I didn't want her beside me, especially after what I went through for her.

I felt my heart speed up at the thought of how much I still missed Annabeth, even though she was currently in my house not knowing it's me.

Anna's pager beeped, and I knew it meant she had a meeting, meaning I had to live.

"I have to go, Baby. But I'll see you soon," she smiled the 'Mom' smile, reminding me of the life I had.

I spent my senior year being watched so I didn't make a run for it. I went to college with my teachers being ex-spies. I spent my twenty-first birthday driving to my next mission. My forty year old boss was the closest thing I had for a mother for the last decade. I haven't been in a serious relationship since I was eighteen, and I don't really have any friends as I wouldn't want to endanger them.

I began to wonder what life Annabeth had, and I almost cried at the thought.

We both got up, and she reached for tablet from her drawer as I opened the glass door to leave. I was about to leave when I hear Anna's voice from behind me.

"You can tell her, if you want."

I turned around in surprise.

I couldn't tell her. I was legally bound not to tell her that I was Percy Jackson. I signed a contract, and, if I violate it, they have every right to take my job, my life, everything if they chose to. I've been told that time after time, especially by Anna, but she was telling me the exact opposite.

"I can't," I shook my head, knowing that it was sadly true. Contract or no contract, I couldn't do that to her.

"I understand," she nodded sympathetically.

Weird, eh? Just keep reading.

Annabeth:

I reviewed our watch list for the agency.

Most were high class bluebloods used to the million dollar life style I had just been inducted to. There was one demigod, Ron, who was known for hating the gods and starting trouble. A few were just mad men who everyone was watching to make sure they didn't blow up the planet.

I felt bored beyond belief. It was my first day, true, but I hoped for more than this. On my first day in the agency, I got into a shootout with a woman trying to assonate the president. After that, I had normal days where I just lounged around and trained while waiting for another assignment, but this was simply ridiculous. Here, I had to look busy even though I wanted to fall asleep. Through the glass walls, I could see Noah working on his computer as if he was the busiest man in the company.

I exited the watch list and went to the global positioning device that could find anyone. I first typed in 'Grover' and found that he was at camp, which meant he wouldn't answer his phone if I called him now. I typed in another name.

'Percy Jackson Not Found' blinked on the computer screen like an insult.

Every time I typed in his name, it said that. I typed in all of his names. The name he was born as. The name he had until his mom divorced Gabe. And all of that. It never once came through no matter how hard I tried.

The alert for an email came through, shaking me out of my thoughts. I pressed the icon to take me to it, and I began to pray that it was a mission to get me out of this hell hole.

I was bored when I first got here, too. A mission will come through any day now.

-Noah Harrison

I ignored the sigh building in my throat and typed back a response that was like a thanks or something. I didn't really pay attention. Instead, I pressed the send button and watched him read it out of the corner of my eye. Before heading back to the database, I checked to see if I had anything else to do.

Nada.

I was about to type in 'Percy Jackson' when my phone rang to let me know it was time for lunch.

Five O'Clock:

I checked the time again.

I was allowed to leave now as my hours were over, and I wanted to call Grover and see how he was doing. He and Juniper just had twins, Sebastian and Daphne, and I loved them as if they were my own kids. They started daycare soon, and I wanted to see how Juniper was since she had been wailing that she couldn't imagine her little kids were all grown up for weeks before I left.

Logging out of the Agency's database and clocking out, the boring work day seemed to be over, which was a huge relief. My feet were basically begging to take off the stilettos and fall asleep on the insanely soft bed in the safe house. My stomach growling from eating only a salad at lunch, I began to put my stuff in my purse.

It was the simply stuff that I was allowed to take home like my work cell phone, a tablet with the watchlist already programmed in under a password that barely even I knew, an insanely small gun, and my lucky dagger.

I grabbed the car keys for the black sedan the agency gave me, and I was about to make a run for it when I saw Noah at the glass door. Seeing I wasn't busy or anything, he came in, carrying two folders. He sat one down on the table without a word, and my heart sped with excitement.

Finally!

"It just came in, and it's only a small assignment. We leave in the morning for Columbia. All we need to do is get a few pictures," Noah told me in an 'all-serious' tone. I couldn't hide my smile, even though I tried so very hard.

"Driving?"

"Seven AM. Check-in is at eleven," Noah nodded with a smile. I reached for the folder and pulled it open.

"Um, one last thing."

I looked up at him to continue.

Noah reached into his folder and brought out a little baggie.

"We're married," he nodded towards the gold band inside of the bag.

I shifted through the papers in the file and brought out a similar baggie with two rings inside.

Wedding Rings.

I didn't know what to say. This was a small mission and would take three days top. I knew people got these kinds of missions all the time. It was one of those facts of life when you work here. But I knew it would be awkward since we did just meet.

"Got it," I forced the words off my tongue, even though it felt impossible.

"I better get going. See you at home?" Noah asked, and I nodded, knowing I now wanted to wait before heading back to the safe house even if it did have a nice warm bed and I was tired. Noah nodded as well before he began to leave the glass room. I watched him leave, feeling something familiar about that moment.

Once I saw him go down the elevator, I forced my eyes down to the file and remembered something Noah told me that I needed to know if I was going to keep this job.

Our alibi and aliases are more important than any weapon we could ever have.