"Thals!" Annabeth whispered at her phone.

An annoyed voice answered her. "Annabeth, what the fuck do you want from me at 5am in the morning?"

"Did Jason tell you anything?"

"What?" Thalia's voice quavered from the other end. She was thinking about Brittany and the attacker of Jason. Did Jason knew that somebody just out of reach knew the answer?

"What happened during on Saturday." Annabeth explained as Thalia breathed in relieve. Okay, so her encounter with Brittany was on Monday. They must be talking about different things.

"And?"

"Luke." Annabeth hissed hoarsely as if she is trying to believe it herself. "He's back and gone."

"Annabeth," Thalia said sternly. "I want you to tell me everything. Every bit of what happened."

Jason checked his email for the thousandth time. No answer. He wondered if Hylla was lying about helping him find information on Brad Marshall. Okay, so maybe only a day passed since the phone call but Jason is expecting some kind of report quick. If he wanted this to lag on, he could have board a plane and fly to Harvard to stalk Dr. Marshall himself. Sure, it'll take a few hours there and back, the arrangements for hotels and basically, the trip won't be made until at least another week but as Zeus Grace owns a plane company, he'll get a free ride.

"Jason! Get your fat ass over here for dinner!" Thalia screeched from the dining room underneath him.

"Go ahead and start eating!" Jason yelled back. "I don't care."

"I already ate, plus your food will get cold and disgusting." Thalia replied loudly. It's a good thing neither of their parents is back from work yet, they would not approve this conversation through floors. "If you're not coming, can I eat a bit of your steak? It's like sitting there, and it's so tempting."

"No!" Jason cried. "And shut up, I'm concentrating!"

"At what?" A laugh traveled from downstairs. "Video-calling Piper or something? Hey, Pipes! Can you transfer your boyfriend's attention from you to the food?"

"She's not my boyfriend and I'm not even interacting with her." Jason's expression was not amused when he heard his sister. "Go do something else!" Jason called as he heard Thalia grunt and walked away. Finally, peace he thought to himself as he clicked the 'refresh' button again.

New Email - Hylla Jennings

Finally! Jason felt like screaming. After all the time he spent in front of his laptop clicking the refresh button absent-mindedly, it's finally here. His heart pounded for some reason as he clicked into the email. He felt like it's an email from Stanford informing him whether he got into the University or not. Jason sighed, it was an obsession of his since he was 5 to get into Stanford. Opening this email is like finding out if his life-long dream is coming true or not.

Jason,

I feel like strangling you right now. Do you know how much trouble I almost got into for getting your stupid information? Anyway, I don't want to hear from you again. Just fuck off my life unless it's something more important than not getting expelled from Harvard.

Name: Brad Marshall

Age: 38

Birthday: May 25th

Graduated: 1998, Harvard Medical School. Honors Degree

Professor Riley's observation: Marshall is a shy, quiet student who likes to sit in the back. Although he does not contribute a lot to discussions, he is a good student and always hands in his homework on time with great quality. He has a reputation among his students to be quite disagreeable at times and not an excellent team player. (Riley wrote a lot more than this but I'm not spending time repeating everything he wrote, okay? I have essays to complete.)

Random information I manage to grasp:

- Marshall is rather unlikeable as he had crossed Zeus Grace (hey, isn't that your dad?) on the first day. Apparently, your dad - or another Zeus Grace - is very popular and everybody sided with him.

- He is notable to have 'no friends' for the first two years but became quite close to a certain Hades Di Angelo on the last year. (I'm really no expert on your, or Reyna's friends but isn't that little gothic kid's dad named Hades? I mean, he died pretty recently right? It was plastered on the New York News Headlines.)

Hylla.

P.S. I know I posted a few questions in the email, don't bother to reply them. I don't need another email or anything from you.

Nico Di Angelo opened his father's drawers. Yes, he knew it's a risky thing to do but he felt like it had to be done. At least, he have to go through them before the idea of looking through Hades' things is implanted on the police's head. Nico felt like somebody other than the stinking police needed to know these stuff.

The drawer was long, containing many different files all color coded. Nico didn't know what all these color meant but he guessed each color represents a different case. A black folder at the very back caught Nico's attention as it was bigger than the rest. Curiously, he took the folder out and spotted white official letters printed on top.

Goode High Shooting.

Bingo! Nico smiled, although there are probably many interesting cases he would love to learn about in the drawer, the Goode High Shooting is one he will definitely be most intrigued by. With butterflies in his stomach, Nico opened the file and found a lot of documents, post it notes, pieces of evidence in plastic bags inside. Hades Di Angelo's neat small handwriting was found next to almost everything annotating what it was.

Nico took an A4 document near the top which was marked as 'Drew Tanaka'. Hm..Nico thought, so Drew's death is related to the Shooting. Many people had suspected that before - and Nico did too - but whatever his father had in here is hardcore evidence. He knew whatever's written on the sheet of paper will reveal the truth and bring people down.

The A4 paper turned out to be a fax from somebody named 'Pork Chop' to his dad.

November 2012,

Di Angelo Mansion, New York

Dear Hades,

Pepperoni Pizza has evidence that Drew Tanaka's death is not an accident. I repeat, is not an accident. Go to Steak's house for evidence. During the boat ride, Drew wanted a picture of her and the other people on the raft. The photo reveals details of who It is. Still trying to recover the picture.

Sincerely,

Pork Chops

Nico didn't know whether to laugh or continue reading the documents in the file. Honestly? Pepperoni Pizza? Steak? Pork Chops? His dad must be hungry when he made up the code names. Part of him wondered who these people could be. They are obviously his dad's friends and possibly the spies keeping him up to date. These people can be anyone, Nico told himself. His dad knew a lot of people.

With great hesitation, Nico closed the folder and put it back inside the drawer in it's place. Okay, now he knows that Drew's death is a murder and the murderer is revealed in a particular picture, that's enough. Nico wanted to solve a bit of the mystery at a time. He felt like he couldn't be in his dad's shoe. Knowing too much information at once could lead to his dad's fate - death.

Alas, the picture can be anywhere. It can be on printed, on camera, on a thumb drive, on a laptop, anything. It greatly depends on if anyone found it yet. If the killer had hid the camera, trashed it, burnt it or didn't know about it. Nico realized that his dad has always been in a more dangerous position than anyone knew. Hades' life depends on taking chances and one mistake, one slip can lead to a great fall.

"Nico!" Bianca scolded her brother. "I told you not to look through the drawer!"

"I got to admit." Annabeth breathed. "It was a huge risk. I mean, I don't exactly know your dad or anything but by judging what you told me, it is."

Nico looked irritably at his sister. "Well, I looked through it. You can't go back in time and erase it now. Besides, it was only one document I looked at. Didn't even peep at anything else."

"So Drew's death is not an accident." Leo raised his eyebrows. "I knew it! What did Archimedes say - Eureka!"

"Dude, I don't think it's an appropriate time to say 'Eureka'." Frank frowned.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Frankie bro. As long as it's Archimedes, it's gold."

"Actually, I think Eureka is pretty appropriate." Nico offered.

"Pepperoni Pizza. Pork Chops. Steak." Jason muttered. "Chicken Wings."

"What? Chicken wings?" Annabeth shot a look at Jason.

"Somebody's getting hungry." Leo grinned.

"Guys?" Bianca looked at her brother's friends. "Concentrate here. So what do you guys think of the situation?"

"The food mentioned in the fax are real people." Percy blurted as his girlfriend gave him a 'duh' expression. "Wait, did that sound stupid? I mean, was it obvious?"

"No." Piper said sarcastically. "We all thank you for pointing that ridiculously apparent point out."

"Guess it worth telling you guys then," Percy shrugged. "If you guys haven't figured out."

"Percy-" Annabeth sighed. "Whatever, you'll never get it."

Hazel looked around the room shyly. "I think we have to focus, not go off topic. It's not always we get to meet Bianca and this is pretty crucial."

Bianca shot her a thank-you smile and faced the rest of the group. "I don't think any of us should tell the police or any government authority about this as my father is never in the best terms with them. He won't like it."

"Not telling the police something?" Frank gulped. "That's risky. We're suppose to be helping them."

"If you look at it this way," Annabeth paused. "The police isn't exactly on our side either. In fact, they were suspicious of us during the funeral. They evidentially don't really like us so why should we help them?"

"It's kind of like two different teams trying to achieve the same thing." Jason concluded after analyzing what Annabeth just said.

"I say we do it." Piper threw a confident smile across the room which boosted everyone's energy although they are still unsure about the idea.

"I'm in." Leo raised his eyebrows challenging his friends. "As long as it's dangerous - I'm in."

AN: Okay, I have to admit I was hungry when I wrote this. I guess we could all learn that food makes great nicknames now.

I would like to tell you guys that I won't be updating this story as often as I have the 12 Days of Christmas to continue, I'm going to spend quite some time with one of my besties who came back from England and christmassy stuff! :) Don't worry, by not updating this story as often, I mean like updating it once a week. Idk..I guess it depends on how my schedule goes but I promise I would at least update once a week!

~Kisses, Emily