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Title: Stealing a Thief's Heart – And Keeping It
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus; complete AU
PJatO Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, of course. They are all copyright by the old Greeks. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, threesome, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, bondage, spanking, doubling, toys, all-human AU, child abuse (past), shoujo-ai, hetero
Main Pairing: Jason/Nico/Percy
Side Pairings: Ethan/Percy, Luke/Percy, Thalia/Bianca, Frank/Hazel, Chris/Clarisse, Leo/Reyna, Lou/Miranda, Grover/Juniper, Malcolm/Katie, Charles/Silena, Piper/Annabeth, Jake/Will
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque, Bianca di Angelo, Lou Ellen, Thalia Grace, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Silena Beauregard, Zoe Nightshade, Calypso Nightshade, Phoebe Burge, Clarisse la Rue, Frank Zhang, Reyna Anderson, Octavian Simmons, Hylla Anderson, Kinzie Cohen, Chiron Brunner, Leo Valdez, Charles Beckendorf, Jake Mason, Nyssa Black, Will Solace, Chris Rodriguez, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Katie Gardner, Miranda Gardner, Malcolm Cage, Luke Castellan, Ethan Nakamura, Drew Hanson, Juniper Underwood, Grover Underwood, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Tyson, Ella, Mrs. O'Leary
Summary: Detective Jason Grace is trying his best to catch the worldwide wanted jewelry-thief known as the Black Siren. But what if private-life and work collide and love messes with them?
Stealing a Thief's Heart
And Keeping It
7. Chapter: Playing Hide and Seek
Jason growled, flexing his hand. Though the movement was stopped as tender fingers wrapped around it, intertwining their fingers while dark, worried eyes looked up at the blonde.
"Let me get those cleaned at least, stubborn idiot", murmured the CEO irritated.
The policeman shook his head, looking down at their linked hands. His knuckles were still bleeding from their encounter with Percy's former landlord. The dirty, drunk man had said some things concerning their thief's ass that Jason really didn't want to hear from such scum. It had been two days now. Two days since they had last seen their little waiter, since the boy had last laid in their arms, in their bed. But now he was gone. As if he had never existed to begin with.
They had checked everywhere. First, of course, the apartment. Where they had met the charming landlord. Jason had been disgusted and shocked that their thief had lived in such a dirty and tiny place. With two children, a dog and another girl. The apartment was empty, at least of the important stuff like photos, laptop, clothes, toys. No forwarding address, of course. Next stop was the diner, though the unfriendly boss hadn't given them much information either. She had flirted shamelessly with Jason which had nearly led to Nico using his fist if not for the fact that Drew was a woman. Remembering the auburn-haired waitress, they had asked for her. Though it seemed she had quit the same day as Percy. Getting her address from Drew, they left to check, even though they already feared this wouldn't be any good. And it wasn't. The landlord, even though friendlier and less disgusting than Percy's, couldn't give them much information either. Only the store Juniper's husband had been working at. They were a bit surprised to meet Lou and her girlfriend there, but other than that... Not much to get there either. Though the Gardner sisters at least remembered that Grover had said something about catching a flight. And that was where they found themselves now.
"What good is it to be here now?", grunted Jason with a dark glare.
"E—excuse me", piped a shy, female voice next to them. "Are you Jason and Nico?"
The petite, female receptionist was looking up at them, blushing slightly. Nico frowned, looking over at his lover. The blonde took another step over to her and nodded shortly.
"How do you know our names?", asked the policeman suspiciously.
"There aren't that many gorgeous, Italian business men with handsome, blonde sunnyboys coming around here", giggled the receptionist, blushing darker and searching for something on her desk. "Two days ago, one of our costumers gave me a letter, saying I was to give it to you two and only to you. You see, we normally don't do that. But he was very cute and the children he had been with were crying so I had mercy with him. I have younger siblings too, I know how that is."
She laughed softly and handed them a blue development. Nico took it and nodded gratefully, both of them quite confused. They left the airport and got into their car before opening it. The blonde leaned over curiously, each of them holding to the letter, the elegant yet sloppy writing indicating that the writer had been quite nervous and in a rush.
Dear Jason and Nico,
I honestly have no idea how to write it or what to write. All I know is that I'm sorry. My crew got me out of your mansion so we could get away. You're a cop, Jason. And responsible for my task-force. It's no good, you're good guys and being associated with me may change that. I'll leave with my crew and I don't expect to ever see you again. Even though I want to. Because I really, really like you. No. I love you. I know it's cowardly that I never told you in person, but I never got the courage. You're both so successful and intimidating and all I am is a petty thief. You're better off without me. It's selfish to burden you with my feelings now, but I needed to get that out so I can have a clear, new start somewhere else. Someplace where I won't have to watch the men I love kissing.
Love, your Siren
/Houston, Texas\
"Mister and Missus Spring, it's always a pleasure to see you. Until next time."
Juniper smiled politely, tipping her sunglasses in greeting as she and her husband left the store. Her black-dyed hair waved behind her. Grover next to her glared, carrying the groceries.
"You need to stop being so incredibly loveable... Crysta", hissed Grover annoyed.
"I'm sorry", smiled Juniper apologetically and blushed a bit. "I'm not good at being impolite."
"Just let us bring the food home and then stay there", muttered the new red-head darkly.
They had changed their appearance and their names (even though Grover still found their Disney-covers ridiculous). Even with their dyed hairs, they tried to hide their faces and bodies with casual, yet just too big clothes and sunglasses. At least the weather was in their favors.
"We're home!", announced Juniper, opening the door of their cozy one-family house.
They had gotten quite cozy in their safe-house in the last two weeks of staying there. Then again, there was not much they could do aside from staying inside and getting cozy. They were on the run, after all. The only ones enjoying themselves were Tyson and Ella, who thought this was a family vacation with their uncles Travis and Connor.
"What took you so long?", growled the older Stoll brother irritated from the living room.
"Juniper is too friendly with the people", sighed Grover, carrying the backs into the kitchen.
Rachel was already there waiting for them. She helped them unpacking the groceries.
"We can't leave any kind of impression", murmured the former redhead, now blonde worried.
"I know, it's just... I'm not used to this life", sighed Juniper and worried her lips.
"It's not a problem. Just stay inside from now on. Grover, Rachel, Connor and I will take care of the shopping and all. And you will take care of Percy and the kids", ordered Travis lowly.
"Where are the children?", asked Juniper curiously, leaving the kitchen. "It's so quiet."
"Connor took them and went to the park. It's hard being on the run with two children", sighed Rachel, placing the frozen pizzas in the freezer. "They need to run wild from time to time."
"Be grateful they stick to the cover names outside because they think it's a game", grunted Grover.
His wife smiled amused and went upstairs. Travis was probably right, she wasn't a great help here. But then again, it was her first time being on the run. It was strange, she had always led a calm and normal life, until those people had fallen into it. And she had fallen for Grover. Though they were just good friends to her at first, until Percy's nineteenth birthday and their celebration in Las Vegas. Sometimes she still wondered why they had invited her to begin with. Of course, she had soon befriended Percy and it seemed Grover had returned her feelings even back then. But Las Vegas had changed everything. Getting drunk and getting married was what got her into their mess.
"How are you feeling, Percy?", whispered Juniper softly and entered the bedroom.
But she didn't regret it even one second. Sitting down next to the half-asleep boy in the bed, she grabbed the wet cloth to cool his feverish forehead. They were her family and if she had to change her name and dye her hair and cut all ropes to be with them and protect them, then she would do it.
"I love you... please don't leave me... please, let me stay with you", murmured the young thief.
Tears were running down his cheeks and she cradled his head in her lap, running her fingers through his hair. Seeing him like that made her heart ache. The infection that had gotten worse.
"Jason, please...", whimpered Percy, his eyes unfocused and glassy. "Nico, hold me... Miss you..."
"Oh, Percy", whispered Juniper sadly. "I hope they return your feelings. And I hope they are at least as persistent in their chase for your heart as they were in their chase for your crew."
Even though Travis, Connor, Grover and Rachel were sure it was saver for them to be away from the cop and the CEO, Juniper knew Percy would have been perfectly safe with them. Perhaps he would even be better since they had taken good care of his injuries.
/Los Angeles, California\
"Why are we still coming here? I haven't seen Percy in weeks", grunted Clarisse irritated. "Can't be the coffee, because that is seriously bad. Where is Percy anyway?"
"He left", muttered Jason with a dark glare. "It seems Rachel has family problems. They left together. But they'll return eventually, once it's settled."
Once they would catch up with the thieves, they would drag Percy and the others back here. And then they would punish their little thief for running away. After that, they would lock their bedroom and spend at least a whole week naked with Percy and show the teen just how much they loved him.
"Anyway, tell us something new", grunted Nico irritated. "What's happening?"
"The interns are taking their fucking time", growled the brunette darkly. "Suppose because they were in the same high school as Simmons. They do that on purpose, playing on time so Simmons gets to arrest the Black Siren and take over completely."
"We figured that out on our own", grunted Jason and crossed his arms.
Not that he wanted his job at the moment. He wasn't sure if he could handle that. Arresting their thief. Not now that they finally knew that their little thief loved them back, damn it!
"Yeah, how about something new?", asked the CEO with furrowed eyebrows.
"They're in Texas. We're unable to narrow it down more at the moment, but they're active around there. There had been a few thefts that fit the scheme. Art, jewelry, ancient crap. A few minor things from museums, the bigger ones from some rich bastards."
"A few? Then why are you still here?", asked Jason dumbfounded.
"Because they don't fit completely", shrugged Clarisse. "You know how it is, they don't want us to interfere. And the trademark announcement letters are missing. They claim it's an imposter, using a blue mask to mess with the press and the police."
The blonde frowned and turned over to look at Nico. Now knowing that they were in Texas made it easier. But not completely easy. Mostly because Jason wasn't with the police anymore. It cut their resources down. Though they still had time. As long as the task-force didn't get involved. Because he didn't trust Octavian to not kill their little thief.
"Oh damn", groaned Clarisse as she looked down at her cellphone.
"What is it?", asked Nico curiously, sipping his coffee.
"It seems there had been a letter", sighed the brunette and combed her fingers through her hair. "Signed by the Black Siren. The writing and the syntax are just like our letters. It seems I should go, pack my stuff and say good bye to Chris for the next couple of days."
"Where in Texas?", asked Nico tensely.
Clarisse stood, looking at them sharply. "You're not allowed to meddle with this."
"Just asking to know from where you'll send the postcard", grinned Jason cheekily.
"It seems that will be Houston then", grunted the policewoman and left them alone.
"What are we supposed to do now, Jay?!", hissed the Italian nervously. "It that loon shoots him again and we can't take care of him... How are we supposed to protect him now?!"
"Calm down", murmured Jason slowly. "He managed to take care of himself for all of his life before he met us too. And it seems he's better now. Otherwise they wouldn't send cards."
"We should have asked her what was written on it", groaned Nico irritated.
Just in that moment, Jason's phone vibrated and he received a message. Nico frowned at him, though then the phone was shoved his way. A message from Clarisse.
"Don't get caught, morons", read the blonde slowly, scrolling down to the image attachment.
A photo of a blue card, with Percy's elegant writing. I miss my old playmates. Come out and play with me. A cat got nine lives, so I suppose I should start purring.
/New Orleans, Louisiana\
It had taken another two weeks in Houston until Percy had been feeling better again. Travis and Connor had helped Rachel and Grover during their heists while Juniper had taken care of the youngest thief. Though once Percy was better, they decided to move along with their plans. The friends didn't know why Percy still decided to invite the task-force, but that had turned everything upside down. Because Octavian was still part of the task-force. And they were even more furious in their chases. So they parted ways and left. Rachel and Juniper took the kids and Mrs. O'Leary with them to their set final destination, with Grover accompanying them to protect them if anything may come up. He didn't like it, but he knew that Percy was safe with Travis and Connor. He had been safe with them before too. Connor, Travis and Percy stationed themselves in New Orleans, though they made sure to steal in every state at least one thing to send the task-force on a wild goose-chase. They had a small apartment and barely left it at all.
"Okay, my boys", grinned Percy as he entered the apartment and pushed his sunglasses up. "What do you think? What's on next? Any new jobs for us?"
"Well, I would like to take that diamond being exhibited in the museum we've visited yesterday", drawled Connor, looking up from his place on the couch.
"No", glared the younger thief, running a hand through his light brunette hair. "I hate the color."
"I think you look cute in brunette", grinned Travis and winked.
"This is the third color in two weeks now", muttered Percy, pulling on his by now rather long hair so he could properly glare at them. "I'll ruin my hair if we don't get to settle down soon."
"Yes, well. But we still miss a few states... And how about we go and visit Canada too?", suggested Connor, pulling Percy down onto the couch next to him. "What is it you want?"
"Don't ask stupid questions, brother", chided Travis with a smirk. "We both know what he wants."
"Can we stay focused please?", sighed Percy, his eyes clouding with sadness.
"You're like a cute, little puppy that got thrown out at home and now has to roam the streets, missing his masters", noted Connor disapprovingly and raised one eyebrow. "Stop it."
"I'm sorry", muttered the smaller thief and bit his lips in guilt. "It's just... I miss Nico and Jason and now that we parted ways with the others for their safety, I also miss them... And in my fever dreams I remembered many things from my... childhood... Not... not just the bad things, also the good things... I... I miss mom... There are so many people I miss... Why do I always have to run...?"
He sobbed slightly, tears streaming down against his will. Connor sighed, tightening his grip around Percy's waist while Travis wrapped his arms around the teenager's shoulders, rocking him slightly to calm him down. Percy cried into their chests for another ten minutes before he calmed again.
"So...", started Travis in a soft tone, trying to lighten the mood. "How about we take that stupid painting from this rich prick in Seattle? You said the original owners had contacted you."
"Yeah, it belonged to a Jewish family before the second World War, the current owner is the son of an SS officer, who kept the treasures to themselves", whispered Percy and nodded, rubbing his eyes to get rid of his stupid tears, annoyed at them. "I want to take it and give it to the woman that contacted me. She said it's the only thing she remembers from her parents' house. I... I want her to get this memory of her parents back..."
"Let me guess, no money for us?", sighed Connor with a slight pout. "Charity case again, eh?"
"I want to help her", murmured Percy, turning very wide, begging eyes on them. "Please?"
"As if we could deny you, stupid runaway pup", snorted Travis, ruffling his hair. "You know you'll always have a home wherever we live. And we will always help you."
"Even though it will be for charity and not for ourselves", added Connor still pouting.
"I love you guys", grinned Percy and kissed both Stolls on their cheeks. "We're family."
/Los Angeles, California\
"What am I doing here?"
"Helping us so we may finally finish this stupid bed", muttered the Latino back.
"But I got a boyfriend waiting for me who is probably bored out of his mind because I have to do extra shifts so we can build this. Why are we doing that?", complained the other again.
"Jake, stop being a whiny baby", chided a beautiful blonde woman amused. "I bring food."
She entered the garage, bringing a plate with sandwiches with her. The three men and the young woman in the garage looked up with bright smiles on their faces upon seeing their friend.
"Silena, love! Thank you, we completely forgot about lunch...", chuckled Charles with a blush.
"I know", smirked his long-time girlfriend amused. "I know my boys and girls. Now come. Sit down, take a break, eat something and explain why in the world there is a gigantic bed in here."
The four tinkerers sat down at the table together with Silena, everyone grabbing a slice of bread.
"Because Nico and Jason pay damn much money for us to do this", shrugged Nyssa. "I don't even want to know why they want those hooks at the headboard and why it's that extremely huge, but it earns us more than one month of fixing cars."
"This bed looks big enough to hold an orgy in", grunted Leo. "Not that I would know. In fact, I think I forgot what sex feels like at all. It had been three months since I last saw Reyna!"
"Anyone feeling bad for him? No? Me neither", snorted Nyssa amused.
"Yeah. I mean, it's her job. That's what you get for getting a cop as a girlfriend", added Jake.
"Where are Nico and Jason anyway?", asked Silena curiously and worried. "I haven't seen them in days. And neither have the other girls. Not even Thalia or Bianca have heard from them..."
Everybody shrugged, aside from Leo who blushed, averted his eyes and took a big bite.
"Valdez, you are the worst liar on this planet. What do you know?", grunted Nyssa irritated.
"I'm not supposed to tell you! Reyna told me after I told her Jason and Nico disappeared and she said I need to keep it a secret or otherwise I will never have sex with her again. And those three freaking months are driving me crazy enough as it is", whined the Latino with a pout.
"What. Do. You. Know?", growled Jake threateningly.
"Leo, seriously. We're all family. You know we're all worried for them", said Charles disappointed.
"They're...", started Leo and sighed before leaning back some, biting his lips. "Promise not to tell?"
"You know we won't, dimwit", snorted Nyssa and rolled her eyes.
"We just want to know where they are and if they're safe", whispered Silena, fully worried mother.
"Okay. But I can't tell you everything, because that is really, really, really not my secret to tell", sighed the Latino and nodded, accepting his fate. "You remember Percy?"
"Sure, the cute boy from the diner?", smiled Silena approvingly. "Nico got taste."
"And you remember how he just disappeared four months ago?", asked Leo.
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with it?", asked Nyssa confused.
"They're tracking him down", continued the Latino. "Because they are stupid morons that fell in love with him. And they're finally having a lead, so they followed it."
"Wait, so you mean Nico succeeded and made Jason fall for his little obsession?", grinned Nyssa.
"And now they're on their way to make him theirs", sighed Silena dreamily. "How romantic."
"But where are they at the moment?", pushed Charles a little irritated.
"Yeah. And why do they have to track him down to begin with? Didn't he leave an address or anything and what about his cellphone?", asked Jake suspiciously.
"Was it because of that stalker?", asked Silena worried, biting her lips, though then the dreamy look took over again. "Oh, Jason and Nico get to rescue him! That's even more romantic..."
"Yeah, sure", nodded Leo, would be better to leave it at that. "And they're in Jacksonville, Florida."
/DeBary, Florida\
"Mister and Miss Donovan-Gilbert, may I bring you to your table?", smiled the waiter. "Mister Saltzman and Miss Sommers are already waiting for you."
Percy grinned, shifting Ella on his arm slightly, looking over at Rachel, who had Tyson at her hand.
"You think we left... Matt and Sara waiting for long, Kayla?", whispered Percy amused.
"I don't think so, Steven", chuckled amused, grinning. "Besides we would have been on time if our neighbors wouldn't have hold us off like that."
"Those two girls kind of creep me out", muttered Percy with a slight frown. "I feel like they're stalking me. I swear they took photos of me last time I took a swim in the ocean. And they're always where when I leave the house. Perhaps they're from a letter-organization."
"Don't be paranoid", chided Rachel. "It's unhealthy. And I don't think they're after us."
Half way on their way to the table where Juniper and Grover were waiting, a waitress ran up to them and touched Percy's arm. The once again black-haired (though with many different blue streaks) teen blinked surprised and turned to her.
"E—Excuse me, but are you Steven Gilbert?", asked the waitress and blushed.
Their waiter was still slowly leading the way and Rachel followed her reluctantly, frowning at Percy and the waitress curiously and worried. What would she want from Percy?
"Yes, that's who I am", nodded Percy slowly. "Why? Is something the matter?"
"There are a... Mister Salvatore and a Mikaelson requesting your presence. They say you know them from... Los Angeles? And they would like for you to join them in the backroom."
The teen stiffened and frowned confused. Los Angeles? Who could that be? Salvatore and Mikaelson. His brain froze and he slowly sat Ella down, patting her head.
"Nina, you go with Kayla and Zach over, tell Kayla I will follow soon and not to worry, got it?"
"Telling daddy you will come, yes, mommy", nodded Ella obediently and ran off.
Percy aimed a strained smile at the waitress and followed her away from his friends, from his family. To two strangers who most likely knew exactly who he was. Otherwise they wouldn't use the same naming pattern as Percy and his crew were at the moment. But something in the back of his mind kept him calm, told him this was alright. Even though he had no idea why.
"Salvatore, sounds familiar. Is he a celebrity, Mister Donovan-Gilbert?", muttered the waitress.
"Ah, no", mumbled Percy hastily and shook his head. "Just Salvador Dalí you're remembering."
"Mh... Perhaps I'm messing that up, yes", nodded the waitress. "Ah, we're there!"
She opened the door to the private rooms of the restaurant and bar. It was only dimly lid and he had a hard time seeing anything at all. But he still entered. The closing of the heavy door felt like a complete cut-off. The noises of the bar outside were drowned out, the light from the hallway, the waitress. He felt like walking into a lion's den. There were two silhouettes, two men sitting at a table. The light from the only lamp in the room illuminating them from behind, making it impossible for Percy to see who they were. A flash of golden hair send a jolt of panic through his being. Luke? Were those Luke and Ethan? Did they track him down? He thought they had lost Luke in Torronto and Ethan in Seattle. Or had it been Jacksonville..? Yeah, Jacksonville. They had parted ways with the Stolls there, the brothers promising to distract the other two thieves.
"What... What do you want?", asked Percy, fear dripping from his voice, slowly taking a step back and reaching for the door knob with his hands. "You know my crew is nearby."
"It had been hard to find you", chuckled the blonde. "You may call us Daniel and Ian or Mister Mikaelson and Mister Salvatore, for the time being, if that makes you more comfortable, Steven."
"Though it won't matter much since you're coming with us, Percy", smirked the other man.
That was the last thing he remembered before the two men came to him and everything went black.
Author's note: So yeah, spend the whole flippin' day writing this chapter because I promised someone I'd post it before I take off - I'll be away for the whole weekend, starting tomorrow. Which means four days of not posting and also not being able to write. So no complains if I don't get to update for a week. And cookies for those who get their naming scheme. ;)
