A/N: Here it is! THE SAAAAAVE.

Hazel's POV

She was just laying on her bed in the basement, seeing as she had no other option, contemplating her old life before she had been snatched away from her empty home due to her parents both working overtime that night, when she heard a huge BOOM and felt the ceiling shake some dust on her.

She heard two deep, masculine voices, and steps heading straight towards her room in the basement, and heard the door get knocked down before seeing it literally crash onto the floor and shattering in the little sunlight she got from her high window.

A handsome Asian and another handsome Mediterranean it seemed ran up to her.

"Frank," said the Mediterranean. "Keep an eye on her, I'm gonna go search for Annabeth."

The new one. The blonde.

She tried to struggle against her restraints to get their attention but the Asian, Frank, petted her hair slowly and shushed her patiently until she lay under his soothing hand, calm for the first time in a year.

"Yeah, sure. Any idea where she might be Perce?"

"None at all, so I'm gonna go search the house," said Mediterranean, Perce.

Frank nodded and turned his attention back to her, staring at her like she was a large chunk of gold, there was so much passion in his eyes.

Help first, love later, remembering what her dad had always told her.

"Wait," she croaked. She took a large, shaky breath and said "I know where she is. The blonde."

Percy's POV

"Where?" he asked. "Which room? And how do you know?"

"Go up the stairs," said the woman. She took another shaky breath, which made Percy feel horrible, but he needed to know.

"Turn right, and it's the room to the left at the end of the hall," she croaked, taking another shaky breath at the end of her information.

"They let me out of the basement sometimes, with a leash around my neck, and I saw her once in that room, sleeping," and he heard another shaky breath.

"Thank you," he said, nodding. "Frank, comfort her."

He nodded and started murmuring some things with the girl. When Percy got to the top of the stairs, he looked back on them. They were both grinning widely, just staring at each other. Him and Annabeth had done that once.

Annabeth.

He walked down the hallway, and faced the left door at the end of it. He tried the knob, but of course it was locked. Then he heard quiet protests from a feminine voice. Annabeth.

He drew in his gun and slammed the door down with his shoulder, and processed what he was seeing.

An old man was in between Annabeth's open legs, thankfully not inside yet, staring at Percy as though he was an alien from Neptune.

Percy shot him in his right arm, yelling, "You sick bastard, get away from her!" He shoved him on the ground behind the bed, away from Annabeth's open legs.

"Percy?" Annabeth croaked.

With a cry of rage, Percy kicked the man in his ribs, and shot his other arm, making him shriek in pain. "You sick bastard, fuck you! FUCK YOU!" yelled Percy.

"Did her take you?" he asked Annabeth.

She faintly shook her head and Percy demanded, "DID HE TAKE YOU?!"

"No Percy," she croaked. "He didn't."

"You got lucky you sick fucker," said Percy as he kicked him again the ribs, getting a groan from the old man. "I won't kill you just yet."

He walked to the side of Annabeth's bed, lay his hoodie on her for her to put on, and cut her restraints away with a switchblade attached to his lucky pen.

She threw the hoodie on, covering everything down to her mid-thigh, and threw her arms around Percy, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer as she began to sob into his shirt.

At some point he began muttering, "I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you," over and over again into her ear.

She looked at him, grinning and shedding tears of joy at having being saved. "I love you too Percy. So fucking much," she said. "I knew you would save me." They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, before all the passion they had for each other snapped and they were kissing, kissing like they never had before because she was okay and in your arms and sucking your face off Percy. And he didn't care at all.

My boss, my love, what's the difference really?

She walked out into the living room and Percy followed her, dragging Zeus behind him. Frank and the woman they had found in the basement were already there, the woman covered in a blanket Frank had found. Frank smiled when he saw Annabeth and said, "How you doin?"

"Pretty good now," she said, beaming back at Percy. He smiled and grabbed his walkie-talkie, turning to window, his back to the shit that was Zeus.

"HQ, we need a bus over at 7777 Jupiter Street."

"Found her Agent Jackson?"

"Sure did."

"Good! Sending a bus en route to your location now."

Of course, his troubles weren't over.

Reyna's POV

She cocked her gun, making herself known to the whole group. She already had her boss secure in her arm and the gun pointed straight at the blondes head, knowing they wouldn't shoot as long as she had her gun at the pretty blonde hair.

Immediately, the two men had their guns drawn on her, pointing at her chest and head, but she knew what leverage she had against them.

"Shoot me," she said, "and her pretty little face won't be so pretty."

She knew that the blonde, Annabeth, was just the right distance away to where Reyna could shoot her without her getting to Percy or his Asian friend.

"Reyna," said Percy calmly, "we can all get out this just fine. Just…put the gun down…okay Rey?"

"Don't fucking call me that," she said. "You left me. For your job."

"Rey, I had to. I could only talk with my family for a year because the job was so confidential. I never wanted to not talk to you, but I had to."

"Don't give me that bullshit you dick. Now listen up, this is how it's gonna work," she ordered. "I walk away with my boss, and none of you get shot. Alright?"

They didn't respond so Reyna simply said, "Good."

As she turned around, she felt a bullet hit her boss in the thigh and he collapsed on the ground, shrieking in pain. Percy yelled, "Frank, no!"

She turned around, aimed, and shot the Asian in the heart and in the forehead, and scuffled off carrying her boss on her back.

Hazel's POV

"No!" She latched herself onto Frank, telling him she loved him. He smiled, blood leaking out of the corners, and said he loved her too.

"I need that bus, NOW!" yelled Percy into his walkie-talkie as she felt Frank's heartbeat slow, his breaths becoming labored and faint.

"Don't," Hazel said. "He's…he's gone," she sobbed, breaking down on Frank's chest, flooding his shirt with tears.

Annabeth was embraced tightly by Percy, sobbing into his shirt, as Percy shed tears for his best friend.

Frank was gone.

A/N: I feel really horrible for killing off Frank. Trust me, I really do. I was crying as I typed the part where he got shot and killed. But I swear, it is necessary to plot and does have a purpose. And yes, Hazel being a victim does as well. Just y'all wait and see.