A/N: Hello! I'm sorry I haven't updated this sooner. Thank you so much to the people who reviewed! You guys are awesome! I love reading what you think. The next chapter might not be up very soon. I am currently being swamped with things. Next chapter will have Jason's POV. Please enjoy chapter 14 and, as usual, please don't flame.

Percy POV

"You've got water in your head!" Thalia said.

"And you've got pinecones in yours!" I snapped back at her. Nico and Tyson pulled us apart.

"Brother, stop, please," Tyson said. I stopped and looked around. Amy was nowhere in sight.

"Where'd Amy go?" I asked.

"She had to go meet her cousins," Hazel replied.

"Yeah, and I think we've completely freaked her out now." Nico piped up.

"But she never answered me!" I whined. Yeah, I know- real mature.

"We don't need to know where she's staying! We are not stalkers!" Thalia snapped at me. I was about to retort when Jason intervened.

"It's okay, Perce. She gave me her number, so we can call her when we want."

When'd he get her number?

"Have you guys figured out a plan yet?" Hazel asked, steering us back onto the topic at hand.

"Nope, not yet anyways." I replied.

"No, I'm sure we will though." Jason replied also.

"Then let's go back to the hotel, and get some food, and think." Nico suggested.

Since it was a nice day, we walked back to the hotel. Each of us was lost in our own thoughts. I was in the back of the group, Jason and Thalia were in front of me, then Nico, Hazel, and Tyson in front of them. Thalia dropped back and walked next to me. She mumbled something.

"What?" I asked. She sighed.

"I said I…" she mumbled off again.

"I still can't understand you."

"I need you to do something for me." She said.

"You need my help?" I asked surprised.

"Yes! Please keep your voice down. I don't want him to hear!" she hissed, her eyes flickered to Jason.

"What about Jason?" I said lowering my voice. I was suddenly afraid this was going to be a very awkward conversation about something wrong between siblings.

"I want you to talk to him."

"About what?"

"The girl, Amy."

"Why?"

"Well, for one, you know her better."

"Okay, and…"

"I think he likes her, but doesn't want to risk her getting hurt because she's a mortal. I want him to know it's alright, like you were with Rachel."

"Why do you think he likes her? Why can't you do it? What about Rachel? We never dated."

"Sure, you didn't. Anyway, he always seems to be thinking of her and lights up at her name. Also, I can't do it because, as I mentioned before, you know her better, and I'm a huntress, remember? I just want him to know mortals are okay. Amy won't be in danger with him."

"Oh, so basically, you just want him to know it is okay to hang out with mortals?"

Thalia sighed, "Yes, Percy, that's basically it."

"Why didn't you say so in the beginning?"

Thalia face palmed then walked back up next to Jason, muttering something about boys and stupidity. We went back to walking the way we were before. I sighed. How was I supposed to talk to Jason about what Thalia wanted me to? Should I corner and press him? Start a conversation about it? Turn a conversation to it? Wait for him to do something?

Ugh, I'll get to it sometime.

We thought and planned for the rest of the day to no avail. Every idea, plan, suggestion, and thought was destroyed, nothing worked.

"You know, this seems like a job for Travis and Connor. We should think more like them." I said while we ate dinner.

"And do what- prank?" Nico asked.

"No, wait," Jason spoke up, "Percy's on the right track, I think."

"What do you mean?" Hazel questioned.

"Who is the best thief? Who could steal anything?" Jason asked us.

"Hermes!" Thalia exclaimed.

"The mailman?" Tyson asked.

"Yeah, Lord Mercury, why don't we ask him for help?" Jason suggested. That wasn't what I had in mind, I was thinking to get Connor and Travis, but that sounds like a good idea. Best one we have.

"Sure, why not try? We can IM him right now!" Hazel said, excited we were getting places.

Minutes later we were talking to Hermes and Apollo, who happened to be with him. We explained our predicament to them. Hermes had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"The Uffizi, hmm? That place has never been robbed." Hermes said. "I'll meet you there at 10:30 tomorrow morning to see what I can help with."

"Me too? Can I come, please?" Apollo whined. After he was told yes, he exclaimed, "This calls for a haiku!" Apollo cleared his throat and began,

"Demigods are stuck,

They need my awesome help.

They so worship me."

Apollo turned to the demigods. "How was that?"

Hermes, behind Apollo's back, was mouthing 'Say great and leave.'

"Yeah, that was great. Thanks so much for helping us. See you tomorrow!" I said and cut the Iris Message off.

"I actually think that was one of his better ones," Nico commented as we all headed to our beds that night. I thought about it.

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" I said before bidding everyone a good night.

Amy POV

I waited at the rear of the crowd of fans. Paying no attention to my famous cousin, I watched Jonah's entourage. They were unloading his luggage. My eyes were trained on two individuals in particular. One muscular young man was handling a carefully wrapped and secured parcel.

As the shrieking crowd followed Jonah into the terminal, I intercepted the two individuals I was watching.

"Have you got it?" I asked. The two young men turned and raised their flat visors, advertising Jonah's 2010 tour. Underneath the baseball caps were Ian Kabra and Hamilton Holt.

"Hey, Amester, how's it going?" Hamilton asked, grinning.

"How's it supposed to be going?" I replied wearily.

Hamilton turned serious and asked, "Any word on Reagan?"

"And Natalie?" Ian questioned, suddenly speaking.

"I saw a picture of them," I informed them. "They all look okay, but you've got to guess they're shaken up pretty bad." I switched the conversation. "Let's check out the merchandise."

"Not here," Ian warned.

"There's a VIP suite in the terminal. Jonah will meet us there," Hamilton explained.

Just like Hamilton said we all met there.

"Check it out," Jonah said while removing the bubble wrap and held up the picture for us all to see.

I took a step back. The shock was almost as powerful as it had been at the Uffizi yesterday. "It's perfect, every bit as disgusting as the real one! And so fast, I only called you yesterday."

Jonah shrugged. "Even the Janus can take a short cut every once in a while. You are able to do a lot with digitization these days. You break the picture you want down into squares and reproduce them one at a time. The other two are just as fly as this one."

"You mean just as horrid," Ian amended.

"The serpents don't help," Hamilton added. "They're like live fat spaghetti. I mean seriously, look- that snake's biting another snake's body. If that lady's thinking of a modeling career, she can forget it!"

Jonah clucked sympathetically. "You guys just don't have any appreciation for the power of the visual image. The Wiz used to be like you- until Gangsta Chronicles. When you're in the film industry, you really understand the whole picture's-worth-a-thousand-words deal."

"Here we go again," Hamilton said, rolling his eyes.

The rapper picked up one of the "Medusa" copies. "Just look at this sucker here. It's every slash or flick ever made packed into a single stomach-turning moment. That is why the Janus always respected Caravaggio. Back in the day, we even tried to marry him into the family- Rembrant's aunt, I believe. He didn't go for it."

"If she posed for this picture, I can see a reason why," Ian said.

"That wasn't it," Jonah told him. "The Janus records say Caravaggio was part of something bigger than us- the Cahills, that is. Remember, the family was pretty new back then- only had been a few generations past Gideon's time. But I think that the real reason artists love the 'Medusa' is the whole Da Vinci connection."

"Leonardo Da Vinci?" I asked in awe.

"The story goes that somebody gave Da Vinci a shield to decorate, and he painted the Medusa face on it- you know, turn your enemies to stone." A brilliant flash of the world-famous grin. "Nobody's ever seen Da Vinci's shield, but according to legend, Caravaggio used it as a model for his own 'Medusa.'"

"How many 'Medusas' are there?" Hamilton asked, frowning.

"Only one that matters," I told him with certainty. "The one we've got to steal from the Uffizi."

I took a piece of paper from my pocket, unfolded it, and held it out in front of my cousins. "Here's some more stuff we'll need."

1 pair coveralls

1 30 foot extension ladder

1 glass cutter

1 large artist portfolio

1 water pistol

1 bottle India ink

1 portable & collapsible trampoline

1 bicycle w/ basket

4 pizza boxes

Jonah whistled. "I hope you've got some crazy evil-genius strategy, Ames, 'cause- straight up- I don't get it."

I gave him a slight smile. "You'll see."