Disclaimer: If I owned House of Anubis, Joy would move to another house, Jerome would be with either Mara or Patricia, Amber would be with Mick, and Fabian would be the Head of House. Probably better if I didn't own it, right?

"So Joy escaped?" Amber said quietly, braiding a strand of hair. Nina knew she did that when she was nervous.

"Yes. Last week," Nina sighed, biting her lip. Fabian put an arm around her shoulders, smiling encouragingly.

"Well, she won't exactly be easy to catch," Jerome muttered, turning a pen around in his hand.

"What do you mean, Mr. Hotshot? Joy was never the one that was good at hiding," Patricia scoffed, stabbing her salad.

"I mean," Jerome groaned impatiently, "Joy isn't going to be walking up to Nina, or Fabian, in broad daylight. She's gonna do it when they least expect it, like when they're asleep or something."

"So, what, do you expect them to stay awake for the rest of their lives? They're not vampires, Jerome," Patricia snapped. Jerome buried his face in his hands.

"I mean, they should get out of the country." This raised many eyebrows.

"Where do you suggest, general?" Fabian said drily.

"Nina, where did you live in America?" Jerome asked.

"I still have a house in New York, but I also have one in Minnesota," she answered, looking at him quizzically.

"Great, Minnesota. I bet Joy hasn't even heard of the place," Jerome grinned, clapping.

"She never was the best at geography," Mara sighed, sipping on her tea.

"So we're going to Minnesota. Great. There's just one problem though…" Fabian said, taking a bite out of his danish.

"And what's that?" Jerome asked.

"We're kind of, and this is being modest, world superstars. How'll we jet off to Minnesota without about a billion tabloids picking it up and unknowingly give Joy our location?" Fabian asked, stirring his coffee.

"I have a plan," Jerome said, smirking.

"I know that smirk," Alfie grinned, patting Jerome on the back.

"Fabian! Fabian! Where are you and your girlfriend going?" A man with a strong British accent barked. Fabian paid no attention, simply ducking through the crowd, holding Nina's hand. They stopped at an empty hall, with nobody there except Jerome.

"Okay. So I've arranged someone I know to fly you to Minnesota, where you'll land in a field that is long forgotten. Then you'll take a car, tinted windows, to your house, Nina. Amber'll be there, she'll help you blend. Because, as you put it, dear Fabian, you are world superstars," Jerome explained patiently.

"So you guys will stay in London?" Fabian asked. Jerome shook his head.

"I'll be in New York, since Joy'll probably go there, as all the tabloids know is that you're in the airport. They'll probably think that you're going to New York." Nina nodded.

"Thank you, Jerome," she said quietly, pulling Jerome into a hug. Jerome hugged her back.

"Good luck… sis," he smiled ruggedly. Fabian watched the scene, grinning.

"See you, man." He exchanged high-fives with Jerome, and they boarded the plane.

"Do you really think this'll work?" Nina whispered. Fabian shrugged, closing his book.

"I really wish I could say yes, but the truth is, I don't really know," he admitted, dropping his book into the bag. Nina nodded slowly, staring out the window. They were just reaching America. She smiled slightly as she saw the faint outlines of her home appear through the clouds.

"So what'll we do if it doesn't work?" she said suddenly, turning his head to look at him.

He had no answer.

The plane eventually landed, and they got off, waving to the pilot. The pilot grinned, and waved back, taking off again.

"Where did Jerome say the car was, again?" Nina asked. Fabian shrugged, and walked toward the road.

"Oh, sweet," he breathed, running toward a black car, parked on the side of the road.

"Fabian, wait!" Nina was cut off by Fabian opening the door of the passenger seat.

"Ladies first," he sang, giving her an angelic grin. She sighed, rolling her eyes teasingly, and sat in the seat.

"You really have no idea what you're doing, do you?" she laughed. He simply shook his head, starting the engine.

"Part of being a man, you wing it half of the time."

They reached Nina's house, and she squealed in delight.

"I missed this place," she sighed. Fabian smiled, taking her hand as they walked to the door.

Amber stood on the stairs.

"Great, you guys! You made it with only a few tabloids saying you were going on holiday!" she squealed happily, clapping. Fabian and Nina exchanged curious looks, smiling nervously.

"Now, you guys, time for your disguises," Amber said seriously. They walked into the living room, so that Amber could explain what would happen, but the TV blared. Apparently, Amber was getting her usual romcom dosage, and hadn't turned it off. She made for the TV remote, but Nina stopped her.

"Wait," she whispered, looking at the news. The news showed a picture of an aged Joy, glaring into the camera.

"Joy Mercer, 23, imprisoned for attempted murder, has been spotted near Heathrow Airport, London. While police were on the lookout, she managed to elude capture," the solemn newscaster droned. Amber bit her lip.

"You guys need to get disguised. Badly."

Yay, school is almost done... in three weeks. *Deep sigh* I might finish this before I get out. Probably not. xDD