ok. here's chapter 10 :) i didn't get a lot of reviews for chapter 9 :( but its ok. i hope you like this one despite the extreme OOC-ness..

DISCLAIMER: i don't own 39 clues

"Where the hell is Amy?" Dan said to now one in particular as he paced in the hotel room and he and Amy shared

"Mrrp" Saladin, their Egyptian Mau said as he settled into the cat bed that Amy and Dan bought him a year ago in Prague during Amy's birthday

"Relax Dan, Amy's fine; you're probably just over reacting" Dan thought to himself

"But this is London, the land of the filthiest Cahills ever born, the Kabras, what if they got her?" a little voice inside Dan said

"Argh!" Dan said in frustration as she pulled on his hair in frustration, pulling out a few strands

"if only Nellie was here, she would've known what to do, where to look, Nellie always knew" Dan thought sadly at the memory of their late au pair – slash – bodyguard – slash – fellow agent – slash – friend – slash – family.

Dan looked around their hotel room, the chandeliers, the paintings, the soft carpets and beds…he'll never get used to all this luxury…they got all this because of Nellie, right before she died, she named them the sole heirs to all her money and property which really was a lot. They aren't as rich as the Kabras with their multi – billion pound homes or like Jonah, with his pez dispensers; but they had enough to last them they're whole life luxuriously, enough to sustain they're travel and hotel expenses during the lethal hunt for the 39 clues.

And now that they were merely a clue away to victory, a clue away to proving to their snobby, rich relatives that they're as good as the rest of them, or even better, a clue away to rubbing it in the cobras' faces…Amy went AWOL.

"When I find her, I'll get her for this." Dan said in an angry little brother kind of way.

"Mrrp" Saladin said from his bed.

"Right, the two of us will get her for this." Dan said to the cat as he plopped down on the bed and watched TV.

"Wow, I didn't expect to have so much fun shopping." Amy said breathlessly as they walked on the path towards their bungalow with Ian carrying a mountain of shopping bags.

"Yes, I could see that." Ian said from behind the bags "it looks like you have bought more clothes than I did; all these are your bags."

Amy blushed a deep red at the comment, but steeled herself and answered back

"Excuse me Mr. Kabra, but I do believe that these are all mine because yours would be delivered tomorrow, by the airport, from France."

Ian smiled at her and said "touché"

"Besides, you were the one who picked more than half of these clothes, I don't think I've seen some of these before" Amy said as she dug through the bags that Ian set down on the porch as he unlocked the door "I've never seen this, or this, or this.." Amy said as she pulled out various articles of clothing from the bags, varying from dresses, to shorts, pants, shirts, tank tops, halter tops and more.

"What's in this bag? You haven't let go of that bag since you got it" Ian observed as he poured himself a cold glass of water and peered into the pink paper bag

Amy rushed to it immediately and held it close to her "girls' necessities, they're very, very private."

Ian chuckled as he finished his tall glass of water and started moving Amy's paper bags to the huge walk-in closet in the bedroom.

"I don't think I remember buying something in a dark red paper bag…" Amy mused to herself as she walked towards the coffee table in the living room where a lone, dark red paper bag with French writing stood alone.

"No!" Ian said as she ran towards the bag, but Amy was nearer to it, she grabbed it and ran for the guest restroom and shut the door.

Ian groaned in despair, after a few minutes Amy's shrill scream echoed through the silent house.

"IAN KABRA, WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE?!" Amy screamed out at him when she came out of the bathroom, her face flushed with both embarrassment and anger, one hand on her hips, the other clutching a bunch of frills in colors like dark red and black.

"Lingerie." Ian said sheepishly as looked down at his loafers

"I could see that" Amy said tartly "and why did you buy lingerie?"

Ian remained silent, staring at his shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

"You said we were going to buy clothing…" Amy said as she held up the black pieces of lace held together with a even fewer pieces of lace "I don't think these qualify as clothes."

Ian looked up at her with remorse-filled eyes "we'll just dispose of them if you wish, love"

Amy only nodded as she handed him the paper bag with the rest of the lace.

"What about those, love?" Ian asked, referring to the red and black lace in her hands.

"No, I think I'll keep them" Amy said with a playful wink as she walked into the bedroom, muttering about French lingerie, damnation, horny boyfriends, and hell.

Ian laughed softly as he took the paper bar, started a bonfire outside, and tossed everything in "shame, I rather like them"

When he was through, he extinguished the fire immediately and walked back towards the house.

When he got back into the house, it was dark and quiet, and the only source of light was coming from the only bedroom in the house, the bedroom that he and Amy agreed to share.

He pushed the door open and silently and walked in, he saw Amy, bundled up in bed wearing one of the nightgowns that he had chosen for her that

afternoon, her hair still wet from her bath and her face calm as she breathed in and out evenly.

Ian walked into the closet, grabbed a pair of pajamas that his sister had thoughtfully stocked in the house before hand, took a quick shower, combed his jet black hair, put on his pajamas and climbed onto bed next to her.

"Are you ok?" Amy asked sleepily as she turned to face Ian and lay her head on his chest.

"I am now" Ian said softly as he wrapped one hand around her waist, stroked her hair with the other hand and fell into an easy sleep.

"NATALIE!" Isabel Kabra screeched early in the morning as she paced the dark oak floor of her office.

"Yes mother? You called?" Natalie said sleepily, her hair, she was still wearing her nightgown which was now wrinkled from sleep, her hair was frazzled and pointed to a hundred different directions, her eye mask on top of her head.

"You look like a mess" Isabel said as she stopped pacing, horrified as she took in her only daughter's appearance.

"I just woke up mother…" Natalie said, her usually whimsical voice, hoarse from sleep.

"Well, fix yourself up and come back here. Hurry!" Isabel said as she continued pacing.

Natalie passed Ian's door and knocked softly, naturally, Ian would be up by now; he was probably hiding from mother, while lounging on his veranda, reading some book, or thinking of Amy Cahill.

"come out Ian, mother is in a foul mood this morning, quit hiding" Natalie said, expecting her brother to respond with a "she's always in a foul mood" or a "leave the senile alone little sister" but this morning, she got none, so she knocked once more and again, got no answer, so she opened the door, but Ian wasn't there. His room was in pristine condition, just like how her leaves it everyday, and his bed looks like it hasn't been slept in.

"Ian?" Natalie called out as she drew a dart gun from under her nightgown and cautiously ventured into the room.

She looked around, but found no one, she checked his closet, where lines of the world's most expensive clothing hung, iron, starched and kept into black garment bags, she checked the bathroom, where everywhere you turn was glass and marble, Ian's personals were lined up neatly on the sink, his towels hung straight on the bars, she checked the veranda, where Ian often hid from mother, but he wasn't there either..

"Where could Ian be?" Natalie thought worriedly as she passed Ian's table and looked through his organizer, then she looked at the picture frames lined up neatly on the table like the rest of if things, one was of her and Ian, when they were starting the clue hunt, Natalie smiled at the memory, how she would fight with him about the silliest things, then her gaze wandered to the other picture, it was of him and Amy Cahill, probably taken before mother discovered everything, Natalie had rarely seen her brother smile before, more often she saw a smirk, or none at all.

Suddenly, she heard a pair of heels clicking on the oak floors; Natalie strapped her gun back on her thigh belt, drew her robe around her, walked out of the room and closed the door quickly.

It was only the maid, coming to bring Ian's breakfast.

"Marie, best not bother Ian now, he's still asleep" Natalie said sternly.

"Of course, young mistress" Marie said as she turned around and walked away.

Natalie sighed in relief, but as she turned, she bumped into someone solid.

"Ouch" Natalie said as she drew back and rubbed her nose.

"Good morning daughter, are you alright?" Vikram Kabra asked as he looked at her with cold eyes.

"Yes father, thank you" Natalie said, feeling very small in her father's presence.

"Aren't you supposed to be preparing for the day? Your mother would be greatly displeased if she sees you looking like that" Vikram said with a touch of humor in his voice.

"Yes father, thank you father" Natalie said as she quickly walked into her bedroom next to Ian and shut the door.

yes, to all those who watch GOSSIP GIRL, i borrowed a part of it :) it was just so sweet of chuck to say that he was alright now that blair was with him :)) ok, that's all, thank you :)