Hey guys, thanks for the love on the last 2 chapters, I didn't think this would explode like it did. I apologies that I couldnt get this out there sooner, my really old computer started slowing down way to fast so I had to do some work on it and thus didnt really have any time to write. Im going to make this story my primary one because this has gained a much larger following already than my other story did in more chapters. That and im kind of upset that there arent many more stories like this, I mean come on Percy is son of the sea god and this is the Navy, it almost wrote itself. anyways thanks for everything guys. Sorry for the slow burn and very very long chapter, but I just didnt see an area that I coud cut this into 2 good chapters so I just made it this one really long one. anyways Enjoy

Percy P.O.V

"It's time to wake up Percy" said a voice to my right. You see I was laying in my bed with my very beautiful and very pregnant wife, Annabeth Chase. She was sitting up and looked at me with that soft and caring look she gave me every time I messed up in a funny way. "It's time to wake up," she said again. "What do you mean?" I said, I was thoroughly confused. Thinking she might be slightly sick I get up to feel her forehead when I notice that the room looks shorter, meh a problem for another time I get over there and feel her forehead. Only there was one problem. My hand passed right through her head. That's when I get the feeling as if I'm missing something. "Annabeth, are you ok?" I ask. She gives me a sad sympathetic look. And that's when I saw it. Three stab wounds in her shoulder, heart, and stomach. She looks noticeably younger and much less alive than I remembered. Then like a train, it hit me. Annabeth was dead, and this was a dream. I started sobbing like crazy and hugging her as if I'd never be able to again (which in the back of my mind I realised I probably won't be able to). As I'm holding Annabeth I'm yelling her name, and cursing every being I know for taking her from me. Right when my eyes stopped leaking and I had fallen over onto my side struggling to feel anything aside from guilt, longing, and anger. I heard an old voice call out to me, almost sounding scottish. "It's only a dream, it's time to wake up" and after feeling a few shakes on my side I did.

When I woke up I found I was on this very cold and uncomfortable bed. I shot up and got to my feet. I saw an old man with a knife and blood on his weird blue latex on instinct I reached into my pocket only then realising that my pants were gone and I was wearing some type of hospital gown. Without having a weapon and thinking that the weird man could be some kind of monster in disguise I did the only thing I felt I could. I bolted. Out of the room, and down the halfway, I found an elevator and stairs and figured I could run the stairs a lot faster than I could take an elevator. So I ran up the stairs. On my way up I saw a few people in suits walking down and ran right through them, they looked confused but just kept walking. I eventually got to what I thought was an office space with weird orange walls. I got about half way through when the first person tried to stop me, it was honestly kind of pathetic, they looked like an 18 year old kid and shot at me with a taser. I got hit with the tazer and just kept running. I ran over the kid as he sent way too much electricity in me, but being used to Thalia shocking me I was able to keep going. Next person I ran into was in a Parking Garage looking at a car, he was older than me but not that old, maybe in his lower 30s. He tried to fight me and his hits even had some strength to them, however I overpowered him and when he reached for his gun I grabbed it for him. And then his cuffs and cuffed him to the wall. Tucking the gun away for later use I ran. I got all the way to the exit when this woman came out of nowhere. Almost like a ninja. She hit hard and fast, constantly throwing jabs and other body shots. I pulled the gun out thinking I could intimidate her into backing down but no. She kicked the gun out of my hands before I could even fully get it out. She pressed into me, forcing me onto the defensive. She landed a few shots but nothing that would permanently damage me so I figured she was just a mortal doing her job, even if she was extremely talented. Realising I couldn't just brute force my way out of this i did something I never thought i would have to do on a mortal. I used some effort. After a few seconds of her attacking me she threw a palm strike at my nose trying to catch me off guard. However I saw it coming and was able to grab her arm and throw her over my shoulder. While she was in the air though she pulled some amazing acrobatics and put me in a choke hold… With her thighs. You ever seen the avengers, yeah that's what this was like, black widow in person. After a few minutes of struggling, I was able to get her choke hold off of me and get up. She was up before me though and attempted to attack however this time I was expecting it. I was able to dodge her kick, and make her over extend her leg in the process. I capitalised on this by knocking her legs out from under her and then grabbing her in a choke hold, I was able to knock her out after a few minutes.

After I went running I passed the entrance. I thought I had finally escaped so I ditched the gown and found my pants were underneath. And I sat on a park bench. Then this strange old man came and sat down next to me. He offered me coffee and then stated almost like it was the most common thing in the world " I saw what you did back there, It's not as easy as it looks to beat my team in a one on one fist fight". That put me on edge so I tried to get up and walk away. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, look around, at the rooftops" and sure enough when I did there were many glints of what looked like glass, snipers I realised. Sitting back down I ask the man, "Who are you"? "Call me Gibbs, but the real question here is who are you". "My name is Perry Johnson" i said, silently thanking Mr. D for the stupid nickname, "what do you guys want with me" I said trying to sound more nervous than I was. "We just want to ask you some questions" he said, and I almost believed him, almost. "Bull Crap" I said. He raised his hands over his head in resignation and said "fine, you got me. Originally we just needed to ask you questions about your night with Petty Officer Raymond Valez, but now I want to know who trained you and how you managed to beat every single member of my team and still be completely unharmed.". I remained silent. "We may have gotten off on the wrong foot, My name's Gibbs." he stuck his hand out for me to shake. Thinking I could find a way out of this when they've let their guard down I shook his hand and said, "Johnson, Perry Johnson".

When we got back Mr. Gibbs led me down to a room with a big mirror on one of the walls and this metal table with seats on both sides. I sat down in one of the chairs and it squeaked, so I did the only logical thing I could. I shifted in the chair to keep making it squeak. After a few minutes of me and Gibbs sitting in silence and just hearing the squeaking he finally spoke. "Who are you?". Thinking they were on to me, I asked, "What do you mean?" "I mean there is no record of Perry Johnson being born in the US between 1990 and 1995, and your accent is clearly from the New York area" he stated without so much as a smirk, this man was clearly a professional but I could practically see the sense the smugness he on the inside, he thought he got me, and he probably did. On the inside I was panicking like crazy, when my old strategy came to mind. Either i fight my way out of here but considering the amount of security on me now and the fact that the camera in the corner is on I probably wouldn't get far. Or I ask myself WWAD (What would Annabeth do). Since I already tried my standard strategy and that didn't work I figured it was time to ask that question. She probably would have tried to come up with some story in her head, and if that didn't work she would tell the truth, or at least mostly the truth. "My real name is Percy Jackson" I said, sounding as confident as I could. This man was truly a professional, not even Hades himself was this good at intimidating people. Gibbs clearly recognised the name, but due to his lack of major reaction he most likely didn't know why he knew my name. All of a sudden the guy I beat up with his own taser came into the room. "Boss you're gonna want to hear this" and with that they stepped out of the room.

Mcgee POV

"You're not gonna like this boss," I said, trying to sound confident, cursing Tony and Ziva in my head for making me do this. "We ran this guy through Facial Rec and found out who he was. His name is Percy Jackson." Gibbs looked at me with his signature blank look and said calmly "I know". "He was considered a terrorist a few years back, people looked all over the country for him, we found out he was fighting this guy" i showed him a photo of the guy that he ended up fighting on that beach in California " and then won, the thing is, after he fought him he disappeared off of the map for the entire summer. Heck we cant even find anything in his or his mothers name for anything except school and even then he's practically a ghost, the only thing on him is the fact that he's been kicked out of 6 schools in 6 years". "He's not the best kid, so what, how can we use that against him?" said Gibbs in a flat tone, however I could see the gears in his head turning. Finally he said "Try to find out where he goes during summer time, i'll find out how his disappearances got him involved with Valez". " On it boss" I said, while sending a message to Tony.

Percy POV

When Gibbs came back into the room I noticed he was walking with more confidence and some pep in his step. "So" he said "I heard about your school records, not a bad student academics wise, not the best but definitely not the worst. But then I see your, how did you put it, ahh yes your classes un planned swim in 4th grade when you got your entire class into the shark tank. Then your accidental cannon shots in fifth grade. You've blown up a Gym class, a band room, and multiple science classrooms." He said this as if I was just a regular everyday teenager and that this stuff happened all the time. "But then whats this about" he threw a newspaper article out from his stack of papers that has the label Teenagers Cross Country adventure, see how Perseus (Percy) Jackson and his friends miraculously go from terrorists to home grown heros escaping a child slavery ring. The only thing that came to my mind in that moment was, well shit they found it. I wasn't very surprised that they found it but I was slightly surprised that they were suspicious about it. "Add this on top of the fact that every summer you disappear, almost like a ghost, I think you have some slight explaining to do." Thinking on my feet I Idiotically blurted out "they aren't related at all, on summers i work for a strawberry farm" "what's the strawberry farm called then Perseus" he said, with his steely gaze on me. That's how I know I messed up. He didn't believe me in the slightest. "Its called the Delphi Strawberry farm, you can ask the owner Mr. D he can confirm it, I stay in a cabin on the property" He pulled out his phone and typed something into it, I tried to get a look at it but the second i could see it he snapped it shut and put it back in his pocket. "Whos Annabeth". That one question made me go stalk still, my face felt hot and it took all of my effort to not break down right then and there. "My girlfriend I said". He noticed my reaction and started pushing on it. "Is everything ok between you and her". "She died a few weeks back sir" I replied as respectfully as I could in hopes he'd stop pushing, cause if he didnt id crack and he'd learn a lot more than i'd want him to. He didn't stop. "How did she die?" he asked, almost sympathetically. "She was stabbed" I said, trying to hide my anger at the thought of how she died. He noticed that I looked mad about it and wrote something down. "How did you end up at that concert" he asked, now I realised he'd moved on from my past and is getting on with the case. " I was given tickets by an acquaintance from my focus group I go to, my PTSD and Grief counselor spoke to my mother and found out that I was very close to the sea and figured something beach related would help, and it just so happened that there was a concert on a beach that next week that they had tickets to, so they gave them to me. I showed up and found a massive tailgate party, I figured I'd walk around and heard someone who I later came to know as Ray or Raymond as you would know him. He was playing cornhole and hit me with a bag, as an apology he offered me something to drink, I took it and thus we ended up sticking together with a few other guys." I said that, a little winded from all the talking. "Do you remember anything from when you got shot?" he asked. "I remember some guys with an almost spanish accent asking about some form of weapons and boat designs that id never heard of, then the lead guy said hed shoot each and every one of us one at a time until he got what he wanted, He shot the guy next to me and and then the guy gave him what he wanted apparently cause then he got shot and so did the rest of us, however the guy behind me only hit me in the head with the gun for some reason, next thing I know i wake up in some strange place with a doctor looking guy holding a knife. And then we get here". Mr Gibbs looked contemplative about that, he sent yet another message on his phone and then put it up. Then he looked towards the mirror and gave a cut it motion, almost like a karate chop near his neck. He then walked towards the camera in the corner and unplugged it. The lights got a little lower and then he asked me something that I probably should have seen coming. "Where did you learn how to fight like that, who trained you", He expected an answer from me and I really needed to come up with a cover story. "My former step father, Gabriel Ugliano used to beat me on a regular basis, I had to learn to fight, and I had to learn it fast, So I would fight back against him at home and that eventually turned into me developing my own style and eventually I ended up beating him, he left a few weeks later, and that's when my mother filed a missing persons report for him, cause he was most definitely alive, later that day he even hit my mom without me knowing so him running off was probably the best thing he could have done" I said getting very mad towards the end, because while it wasn't entirely true, I know it is very close to the truth. He clearly wanted to know more but he didn't push any further. "You're free to go,'' he said. With that he left and got me some escorts to lead me out of the building. Once I got out of the area I noticed there was someone that looked very out of place, actually i think it was the guy that i fought in that parking garage. Well if he doesnt hurt me I wont hurt him.

Tony POV

"No Ziva, you have to see Angels with Dirty Faces. It's so much of a classic that they put it into another Classic, Home Alone. Seriously it's really good, even if it is almost as old as Gibbs" I said wondering how no one in this office had any sense of what a good movie was. "Did you say something, Dinozzo?" said a voice behind me. I instantly got off of Ziva's desk and said "Nothing Boss, how did it go with R down there". "What" Ziva said clearly confused. "You know, the main guy from Warm Bodies 2013, zombie dude" Gibbs just looked at me like I was an idiot. "Not important" I said. "I need you to trail him," Gibbs said to me. "Why, won't he be staying in a containment room?" I asked, Genuinely confused. "Nope we released him, I want you to tail him and report to me if he does something strange." "on it boss" I said

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