To percy's sis- thank you! ^_^

To Guest- Chiron's three thousand years old, I think he's got over surprises :P


"G-man!" Percy grinned. "Sup, bro?"

"Hey, Percy! I've some errands to run in New York and Annabeth's coming with me. Figured we'd drop by. You free?"

"Dude, I'm retired. Let yourselves in." There was a clatter on the other end and Percy muttered a few self-directed insults. "Mom keeps telling me off for making a mess. Hey, what errands are running anyway? Need any help?"

"I thought you were retired?"

"I can help my best bud if I want. And if he needs me to."

"Nah, it's alright. You chill, bro, you've earned it."

"I believe we've all earned it. If it wasn't for all these new demigods appearing out of the woodworks, you satyrs would have it so much easier." Percy hissed. "Sorry, dude."

"It's fine. You know us, we satyrs like to be busy. What have you broken now?"

"Some vase thing. Dammit. Grover, I'm gonna have to go. Just drop by whenever you feel like it, OK?"

"Will do." Grover promised, placing the phone in its reciever. He looked up to see Annabeth scanning the phonebook. "Anything?"

"Only a Louisa Jackson in marketing. That doesn't sound right somehow, agreed?"

"Agreed." Annabeth flipped a few pages and grumbled a curse. "What?"

"How do we even know her last name is Jackson?" Grover shrugged. "Exactly, we don't. Poseidon never said anything about her last name, just that she was in New York. Did you know, the name 'Louisa' is in the top one hundred baby names of that year? Admittedly, it was towards the lower end, ninety-third, but that's still a lot of Louisa's."

"Please tell me we don't have to go through every Louisa in the city?"

"At the moment, that seems like the only plan we've got." Annabeth sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck irritably. "Well, we've got her birthday as well, obviously. August eighteenth nineteen-ninety-three."

"Well, at least it's not Louisa from marketing."

"This is going to take a while. Any clues?" Grover sniffed the air and his stomach growled.

"I smell enchiladas. Mmm." He hummed dreamily. "You'll be happy to know no monsters though. Can we get lunch first and then look? I'm starving."

"You've been with Percy too much."

"So have you." Grover made a few immature kissing noises. Annabeth kicked at one of his crutches and he nearly face-planted. "I'm just teasing! It's about time you two got together, sheesh." He righted himself and grinned. "Come on. You'll feel better after food."

"You being you, not me."

"You being both of us and an incentive to move faster."