Author's Note: Here is Chapter 8! I can't believe how long this story is turning out to be! I just keep getting ideas and I have to write them down! Hope you like it!

Dan's POV

"Where are you?" A sickly sweet voice rang out. Dan woke up from his dream, the dart gun that was in his lap landing on the floor.

In his dream Shelley had woken up and killed Natalie in her sleep. Dan had watched helplessly, completely frozen. He had tried to call out to Natalie but his mouth had refused to open. When Shelley had finished with Natalie, she'd looked straight at Dan. For some strange reason he was able to move all of a sudden and he had run and hid. That was when Shelley had started to search for him, and then he had woken up...

He was sitting in one of the plane chairs where he had fallen asleep. Natalie was in the seat across from him, still sleeping peacefully. Natalie had tried to teach him how to use a dart gun, but Dan had only managed to hit her desired target only once. They had practiced for two hours straight until Dan had almost hit Natalie. Surprisingly, Natalie didn't get mad at him; instead she just sat down in a chair, clearly exasperated. That had been the end of Dan's practice.

Natalie had fallen asleep after that, Dan following suit.

Now, Dan ran to the window and looked out. It was completely dark outside except for the moon that was shining. All of a sudden Dan heard noise coming from the back of the plane. How long had did Natalie say those nails worked? Dan swirled around and went to wake up Natalie. "Cobra," he hissed. She didn't move. What Amy called the dweeb came out of Dan. He couldn't help it... What better time to splash water on someone than when they're asleep? He grabbed a cup that had been in his cup holder and splashed the contents onto Natalie.

Oops. Dan had forgotten that he had used that cup for salsa, not water. Natalie's eyes flew open in surprise. It took only about two seconds for her to figure out what had happened. She glared at him. "Look what you've done to me!" Natalie yelled. She stood up and salsa chunks flew everywhere. She looked like she was about to murder someone so Dan took his chance to run before that happened. Natalie started to chase him, her hands outstretched. "Oh, I'll get you back for this, Daniel!" she screamed.

Dan turned his head around to see salsa dripping down Natalie's hair to her shirt. Dan started to laugh. He really wished he had a camera to record this. It would have been perfect blackmail.

Unfortunately, Dan wasn't paying enough attention, and he ran smack dab into a wall and fell back to the ground, groaning. Natalie caught up to him, a smug expression on her face. Oh no. "Time to get you, you little brat. I've always wanted to do this," she said, crouching down and putting her nails on Dan's wrist.

Note to self, Dan thought, don't bug Natalie during beauty sleep time.

"Wait!" Dan shouted. "I wasn't trying to throw salsa on you! I thought the cup was filled with water! I was trying to wake you up!" But that probably wasn't the right thing to say.

Natalie's eyes narrowed and her grip on Dan's wrist tightened. "And how is that any better?" Natalie snapped. Just when she was going to flex her hand, a loud crash came from the back of the plane.

Dan and Natalie's eyes met at the same time. "How long do those nails work?" he whispered.

"Twenty-four to forty-eight hours," Natalie whispered back. She kept holding onto his wrist and added, "Don't worry. I won't to forget to get you back later." She let go of his wrist and ran to her seat. Dan got up and followed her. That was close.

Then another crash came from the back again. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Natalie was standing on a chair trying to reach her suitcase. "What are you doing, Cobra?" Dan asked quietly but urgently. "We have to knock Shelley out again!" Natalie ignored him, throwing her suitcase on the chair. She opened it, revealing at least ten different outfits. What in the world…?

She started moving the clothes on the chair next to it, making sure not to wrinkle them. What was she doing?! They needed to go and stop Shelley now, they didn't have time to change outfits!

"Natalie, what are you doing? Are you putting on bedazzled pants to blind Shelley to death?" Dan asked quietly.

Natalie glared at him, clearly finding nothing in Dan's question funny. She grabbed a black case with pink rhinestones from her suitcase and snapped it open.

"Wow," Dan whispered, awed. In the case there were ten dark, sleek dart guns, ranging in styles and sizes. Natalie ran her fingers along each of them until she came to the most wicked looking one of all.

She grabbed it and shot it. Right above Dan's head.

"Hey!" Dan said, ducking. "You could have hit me!" He said, outraged.

Natalie smiled sweetly. "That was payback for throwing salsa on me. Besides, if I had really tried to hit you, I wouldn't have missed. And it WOULD have been unfortunate if you had been hit with one of these darts. They are my favorite, and if you are the lucky victim, you would have been out for weeks." Natalie's eyes narrowed. "Time to put that Vesper back to sleep."

She stealthily walked to the back of the plane; Dan grabbing a gun, too, before following.

Natalie was standing outside the closet, her hand on the door knob. Before he could do anything, Natalie threw open the door, shooting her gun rapidly. Immediately paint splattered all over Natalie, making her look like a a rainbow. She dropped her gun with a shriek.

The last time Dan had seen the inside of the closet, Shelley had been lying on the ground unconscious. Dan peeked over Natalie and saw cans of paint all over the floor of the closet, some of the cans leaking. But Shelley was nowhere to be seen. Natalie was screaming at the top of her lungs, so Dan whirled around and clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Natalie, shut up for once! Shelley's gone!" He whispered, scared.

Natalie slapped Dan's hand from her face, flinging blue paint at him. "Don't touch me! And you're lying." she said, angrily. She went back to the closet and opened the door which had swung shut.

Dan saw the blood drain from her face. He was sure that his face was pale as well.

A sound came from behind them and they both froze. It sounded like the… Dan ran to the source of the noise as fast as he could, but he was too late.

The plane hatch was wide open but no one was there.

Shelley had escaped.

Hamilton's POV

Hamilton was only on his fifteenth one-handed push up when his cell phone rang.

"Dad, can I take that real quick?"

Hamilton's father Eisenhower glanced at him and barked, "You have TWO minutes. Go!" Hamilton nodded and ran out of the room, checking the caller I.D. Nellie Gomez?

"Holt here," he said into the phone. Amy and Dan's former babysitter and current guardian sounded worried when she answered.

"Hamilton, this is Nellie. Yesterday Amy, Dan and the Kabras went skydiving training for bonding time." Oh yeah. Bonding time. Amy was now the leader of the Madrigals and had asked her cousins if they would come for a week and train together. Eisenhower had objected to the idea, but Hamilton had been all for it. The idea made sense. He and the twins had been scheduled for the next week. Maybe Nellie was calling him to remind them?

"How did it go?" Hamilton asked.

"I have no idea. They never came back." Nellie said, and Hamilton let that sink in for a moment. "We are sending out search parties and we need every able Cahill. I would have called your father, but…"

Hamilton understood. When Eisenhower found out that Amy was to be the leader of the Madrigals his father had gone berserk. He never responded to any of the Cahill's calls and had refused to take any part with them.

Hamilton didn't agree with his father, so he had gone behind his father's back and kept in contact with Dan and Amy. At first Amy had been distressed- she obviously didn't want to be the cause of breaking a family apart. But Hamilton assured her that he was keeping it very secret. He had become good friends with Dan and Amy and Hamilton knew that he would do anything to help them. He knew that they would do the same for him if he had ever gotten in trouble.

"I can't guarantee much, Nellie. But you can count on me being there."

"Thanks a lot Hamilton. Amy and Dan are counting on you," Nellie said.

"I know," he said softly. He ended the call and set his phone on the floor. He took a deep breath and entered the Holt weight room.

Eisenhower looked up from lifting weights and asked, "Who was that?"

"Oh that was Nellie Gomez, Amy and Dan's old babysitter," he said casually. Hamilton didn't think that would have bothered Eisenhower so much, but it did. Eisenhower dropped the weight on his foot in surprise; which if it had fallen on another man's foot he would have screamed like a little girl. Eisenhower just grimaced.

"What would she want with you?"

Hamilton gulped. "Well apparently Dan and Amy went missing and she was wondering if the Holts would come and help."

"You told her no, of course," Eisenhower said, picking the weight back up.

"Actually, I told her that I would come, but I wasn't sure about the rest of the family," Hamilton said, and waited for the explosion to come.

"YOU WHAT?! Ham, I thought I told that we would no longer associate with those Cahill kids. Call their babysitter back now and tell her that you can't go!" Eisenhower roared.

Hamilton sighed. The only times Hamilton had ever disobeyed a direct order from his father was when he had been helping Amy and Dan. It looked he was going to get the chance to do it again. "No," he replied calmly.

"No? You would dare disobey a direct order for those CAHILL kids again? You're not going, Hamilton, and that is my final word," Eisenhower shouted.

"Dad, I'm going. Amy and Dan are my friends. They would do the same thing for me."

Eisenhower roared with laughter. "The stuttering girl and her small brother, come to help you? Ha! You should listen to yourself Hamilton! They would never do anything for any of us."

"Then you don't know Amy and Dan," Hamilton said, walking out of the room.

"You come back here boy!" his dad shouted after him. Hamilton shut the door and picked up his phone from the floor.

I can come, but dad says no about the rest. Do you think you could book me a flight? He sent to Nellie.

Three a seconds a response came back saying, Been there done that. Your flight is in two hours Ham. Your ticket is on the link I sent on your email, but you'll need to print it off. Pack everything you think you'll need. See you in a few hours.

Hamilton was a bit surprised at how soon he was supposed to leave, but it was probably better that way. He bolted to his room and printed off his tickets. He grabbed a suitcase and started stuffing things from the floor into it. He had done this plenty of times. The clue hunt had trained him to be quick. Reagan came in and watched him for a little while and asked, "Where are you going, Ham?"

"Urgent Cahill business," he said, looking at her. Out of the two twins, Reagan was the one he trusted the most. He had confessed keeping contact with Amy and Dan to her, despite his father's orders. Reagan had never given her opinion, but she had never told anybody, either. "I don't know how long I'll be gone, but in the meantime you watch out for the others, okay?" Hamilton said. It was kind of funny actually that he was telling her to watch everyone. He knew his father was perfectly capable of taking care of the family. But for some reason it made him feel better.

Reagan nodded then simply left. Hamilton threw in a few more things into his suitcase and snapped it shut.

He was ready.

Well what did you think? Next chapter has Amy and Ian in it, I promise. Anyway I really liked those quotes that you guys shared!

And does Hamilton seem IC?

Random: What is your worst nightmare? Best dream?

My favorite dream I owned a chocolate shop, (I know) and the guy I liked came in and told me he liked me. I know weird. BUt it was the best.

My worst nightmare was when I got lost on the way home and the police chased me and my brother. It was freaky!