Protection 10

DJ's eyes were misty as she stared across the horizon.

She knew they needed to stay inside the hotel. She knew it was up to her solely to protect her younger sister. She knew that everything was suddenly weighing on her shoulders, and that she had to do the right thing now more than ever.

But she missed Aaron.

Skylar knew that it was more up to her than it was to her older sister.

She was only only eleven years old, which really wasn't that old. She was still a kid who probably deserved better than what was now happening, but she also knew she had her head on straighter than her oldest sister did. All because she met that Holt, her heart was breaking and clouding her brain with thoughts of love and sorrow, and not keeping her on the mission at hand.

I hope she still remembers Nichole...she thought as she went down the stairs to get some breakfast.

The only thing that didn't make sense to the young girl is that she'd obviously known this Aaron guy for quite some time, but it was now becoming an issue. Maybe because she'd been found out, or maybe because they were in the so-called City of Love.

Whatever the reason, she knew that DJ wasn't going to work right if they didn't find Aaron.

Sigh.

"Oh my gosh..." he'd finally managed to get the knife out, and the bleeding had mostly stopped at this point, so getting up was his new problem.

If he so much as lfited his shoulders an inch, white lights blinded his eyes and made him collaspe back against the pavement. Numbly, he wondered if there was any way he could call for help.

But really, who could he call?

Being a Holt, he was obviously on the agressive side, which made him become on the bad side with the law pretty fast. Even if he was in France, he'd been branded as a dangerous teenage boy on the loose. It was true he'd done some jail time, and even when he'd been releashed, he still got in fights frequently and ran from the cops constantly. He'd done drugs for a while until his father beat him, screaming about how it was destroying body, and then he'd started to smoke, having full intentions of killing himself and ending the torture.

Now his father was gone, and he was left with his sisters, which wasn't better.

They were the picture of their father, all sadistic and all out for blood. They wanted the Clue formula their father was always so detirmined to complete, and he remembered him up at nights, furious and racking his brain, cursing about how the formula couldn't have been completed.

Aaron still had no idea what he meant, but he did know what the 39 clues were. He knew what formula was.

And he knew that his girlfriend was the daughter of the two Madrigals who destroyed the evidence, but her father still had in his photographic memory. He knew his sisters were going to do take the most extreme measures nessacary to get it, and then to make and complete it for their father's sake. He knew he had to stop them before they killed everybody, then destroyed the world, just like that crazy Lucian lady tried to years before.

But he also know that, to do all of that, he was going to have to get up.

"Two Lucians and a Madrigal," Danger mutter to herself as she sat at the wide, polished wooden table that contributed to their home's moderny feel, "what a combination."

"It doesn't make sense!" Heartlie hissed from where she was already sitting at said table, banging her fist against the wood and making a crack sound, "they're from the same parents! It's not possible!"

"Natalie Cahill is a Lucian, and Daniel is a Madrigal," Night mutter, her thought spread across her face, "but wouldn't they have the same family-sectioned children?"

"Unless..." it suddenly hit the said leader the trio of sisters as she stood up, a sadistic smirk spreading across her face, "Natalie had an affrair with another."

Dan was gripping the wheel as hard as he could without completely snapped both of his fingers as well as the wheel inself.

This entire time, he'd been going above the speed limit, being careful to stay out of the public as much as possible. He could faster on the countryside, and besides, that's where the airport was. Sweat beaded his forehead as adrenline coursed through him, making him slam on the petal that much harder .

Natalie...ever since that fateful day with her mother shooting her foot and making the formula, he'd always a dying urge to keep her safe, no matter what.

She always answered her phone.

Always.

But now the call was disconnected once again, and he threw the phone into the passenger seat. He was trembling as he struggled to keep his breathing steady, to keep his head as clear as he could.

He could only pray silently she was still alive.

Natalie was honestly going to call her husband.

But for the time, she was a little busy with the twins. Being a mother of three, she knew pretty much how to handle them, but it was crazy. Dan had always been there to help her now, to change diapers or to feed a crying baby while she rested.

Twins babies when your alone, she quickly discovered, was a living nightmare.

At Reagan was trying to help.

Nichole was still alive.

That was the good part.

The not so good part was that she was laying broken on the floor.

She couldn't believe what that Vesper had done to her. She was shuddered and covered in blood, and her hair was tangled up. She didn't care she looked horrible now, or if anyone came in and saw her like this. Actually, she prefer that, if someone just took her away from the world of pain she'd just experinced. The Vesper was out for gas, telling her they would be moving locations very soon.

She guessed he figured someone heard her screams in the night.

"Who could she have possibly had an affair with?" Night inquired first, smirking just as wide as the 'leader' triplet.

"Well, whoever it was was obviously a Madrigal as well," Danger replied, and yet, Heartlie still looked terribly confused, trying to wrap her mind around what her sisters were saying.

"Wait. Couldn't have have been Daniel? It could've happened," she pointed out, and her leader rolled her eyes.

"Of course not. If Daniel helped make two Lucian children, he wouldn't randomly make a Madrigal. However, another Madgrigal on the other hand..." she explained, and Heartlie broke into the same smirk her sisters wore.

"In the case..." she conituned, "why don't we pay Natalie a little visit?"

Reagan simply could not shake the feeling they were being watched.

But then again, how could they?

She'd already checked all of her bags to make sure that they weren't bugged, since she knew her family's ways very well. After destroying the chip instantled at the bottom of suitcase and throughly insepcted the rest of her belongings, even though they weren't much, she'd been set at ease of staying hidden from the media and from most people in genral.

But now that she was with her cousin, that ease of being unsurvalenced was gone.

Skylar looked to the man who reached for the banana in the basket the same time she did.

There was something about his shadowed eyes that made her suspicious. He looked average enough, with a blue shirt and khakis that showed at the hotel. His hair was black and short-cut, and his a round muffintop that hung out of his belt a little. The second he met her eyes, he looked away and took a step back.

"S'il vous plaît, maquer," he told her politely, but she arched an eyebrow as she took the fruit.

"Merci," she replied, having been fluent in French since taking online courses for different languages, thanks to her mother, "Bonne journée, monsieur. Avons-nous déjà rencontrés?"

"Je ne crois pas avoir. Était aujourd'hui d'être votre dernier jour à Paris, ou étiez-vous l'intention de payer pour une autre nuit?" he inquired, holding out his hand, obviously expecting some pay.

"Comment savez-vous que nous devons payer pour une autre nuit?" she demanded, and the unsettled feeling roared alive in her gut, making her body tense and her eyes open wide to the big picture that surronded her.

"Je vous ai observé, Skylar Cahill. J'ai bien peur de devoir vous demander de venir avec moi," he suddenly grabbed her arm, and she jerked free easily, kicking up to catch him between the legs before running for her life.

Something was wrong.

Surely her family would be there by now. Surely they would be looking for her, and surely they would've caught on by now. But these things were only if something hadn't gone wrong.

So something was wrong.

But as she was trembling for her fear, her chill, and her memories of the previous night, she saw that the Vesper had left his cell phone on the bedside table. Shakily, she got to her feet and wrapping her blood-soaked fingers around it. She breathed, knowing this was only going to complicate things further, but knowing this was probably her only chance of making it out alive.

"Bonjour. Vous avez atteint la station de police de Paris. Quelle est votre urgence?" a voice inquired from the other end, and she choked back a sob of relief.

"Bonjour. Mon nom est Nichole Cahill, et j'ai été kidnappé et sexuellement assalted ..."

Author Note: For those of you who do not, speak French, this is your translations :)

"Please, miss,"

"Thank you. Pleasent day, sir. Have we met before?"

"I don't believe we have. Will this be your last day in Paris, and do you need to pay for another night?"

"How do you know that we need to pay for another night?"

"I've been watching you, Skylar Cahill. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."

"Hello. You have reached the Paris police station. What is your emergancy?"

"Hello. My name is Nichole Cahill, and I have been kidanpped and sexually assulatted..."