Yay! So it's finally the Easter Holidays! Well, nearly. And by the time you read this, the holidays are probably gonna be over...so yeah. I hope you enjoy Chapter Five - Hopefully we will find out more about Annabeth? WHO KNOWS?

Also, the POV keeps changing so be patient...it's for suspense MWAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough cough*

And I keep forgetting,

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Percy Jackson

Percy's POV

Annabeth took a phone call about five minutes ago, saying it was very important. And now I have no idea where she is. I think it was better not to go after her in the first place, but now I'm slightly more worried.

I say slightly, I mean, I'm freaking out a little. Her face completely paled when she saw the Caller ID. Couldn't have been her parents are anyone she knew. She wouldn't have panicked if it was Juniper or Clarisse, but I don't think Clarisse would give Annabeth her number. That's only for Chris to know.

I smirk to myself and look around for Annabeth, still not seeing her. Should I go and find her, or leave her be. The phone call seemed really important, but I still have no idea who it is. As long as Annabeth is okay.

I stand up and put down my glass of drink to walk into the kitchen across the hallway. She's not in there. I begin my search of the house. Nothing. Not a sound or a sign that she was ever here. Her rucksack has gone and so has she. But where to?

On a complete whim, I take my coat, write a quick note for mom saying how I might be late back, being at Nico's or whatever and walk out of the door into the biting chill of the city air. Where would she go? Where would anyone go?

I shave my eyes over the heads of people on the streets, looking for a short blonde girl. Nowhere. I slam my hand against the wall.

"Dammit!"

Could she have gone back to the school? It's where she lives or whatever. And all her stuff is there.

I take my phone from my pocket and call Juniper. [A/N: Juniper = Italics Percy = underlined]

"Hello?" Juniper calls from the other end of the line.

"Hi, Juniper, it's Percy," I say.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine. But do you know where Annabeth is?" I ask.

"I thought she was supposed to be with you?"

"She kinda disappeared." I can literally hear her facepalm. Totally my fault.

"I'll text you if she comes back. Don't worry about her, Percy. She'll be fine," Juniper reassures me. It's not very relaxing though.

"Okay, thanks," I say before hanging up, turning around and going back into my house. I just have this weird feeling that Annabeth isn't what she seems. This lonely girl who has no family, no life and has always been an outcast. Nah, she is different.

I shut the door again and rip up the note I left for my mom, still panicking a little. She better be alright. Or someone is gonna get hurt. I've known this girl for about a week and feel like I know so much about her already. There is still several missing pieces to the puzzle, though. That annoying feeling when you can't find one piece of the puzzle, just to make you see the entire picture. Strange.

I walk back into the lounge where the film is still playing. I must've forgotten about it. I smile and watch the people laughing with each other. Such a great film.

And that's when the gun shot sounds and the windows shatter beside me.

Annabeth's POV

"Luke, what do you mean they found me?" I hiss, walking as quickly as I can back to the school, remembering every step I took as I had walked this route backwards earlier.

"I mean exactly that. They found you. I don't know how, but they did," Luke's rasping voice utters in my ear.

"What do I do now?" I ask.

"You have to leave and never come back. Just like the last time." But what about Percy? I can't just leave him here. I only just found him! And now he'll be dragged into this. And we're all so dead. Lucky us. I feel so darn guilty. I should never have come here.

"But I can't stop now. I haven't finished the job!" I whisper-shout into the phone, quickening my pace. "What about the mission. The one you told me I had to do or I would die?"

"That mission is void. You have to get out or you die sooner. We can figure it out, Annabeth."

"But what if we can't this time?" He pauses and I wait for the answer. In the background, something slams.

"I have to go. Be safe and be free. I will call when I can come pick you up. Good luck. Do not call me." With that he hangs up.

Great, so now I have to do this all on my own. Again. Every time we get close, it just slips away. I am not telling you anything, before you even ask. But it's just annoying. Like searching for hours for this one thing then losing it at the last second. I have no idea what we do wrong. Luke says I need to stay focused, but it's not as if he's ever willing to help. He calls, messes things up and leaves me to do everything. Such a great leader.

And now I'm getting sarcastic. This job sucks.

I can't stop thinking about Percy. What they would do to him if anyone found out about us. I shudder to think about it.

Finally, I arrive back at school, jogging now to boarding house to get all my stuff, which isn't actually that much. It just looks like a lot. And you can hit people in the faces with loose suitcases, not rucksacks. I wonder why Luke always hangs up on me. I ask, but he always changes the subject while muttering something about trackers and mortals. Don't ask me, I have no idea. I am just a worker-bee.

Anyway, I hurry inside the building. Juniper is inside the room, feverishly texting someone. I knock and enter as she looks up to me.

"Oh Annabeth! I've been so worried! And Percy is going crazy!" I pull myself upright from her hug. She lets go of me and I smile, somewhat awkwardly. She returns the smile. Percy is going crazy. I must have seriously messed with his head this week. Bad Annabeth.

"Hi," I say.

"Where did you go? Percy says you just left?" I nod and sit down on my newly made bed. I will really miss this place when I'm gone. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," I say. "It's fine. I just needed a little space to breathe, I guess. I got a phone call, panicked and ran all the way back." Juniper comes toward me and sits on the bed beside me. I don't want to lose any of my new friends again. I really hope I can keep in contact with this group. But my job will probably be threat to them and they will be a threat to me and others. Not a good thing.

"I'm going to tell Percy you're here and safe. He was going out of his mind with worry." Thanks Juniper for making me feel a hundred times worse. "Who called you anyway?" I grimace. Exactly the question I didn't want.

"An old friend. They said they found something about my dad," I lie. She takes it anyway. Man, it is like feeding ducks sometimes. Only, Percy was harder, knowing that he knew this me, not the old me in our life where we were already together.

"I'll leave you to think things over, if that's okay?" I nod and she leaves the room, closing the door. I immediately bury my head in my hands and think about what may be waiting for me back with Luke. What has happened this time? A new job or running away?

But I guess I'm so roped into all of this that it doesn't matter anymore. I have to get away again and forget about everything. Or at least try. Because that won't be hard or anything.

I pull my hands through my hair and turn to the bedroom which I will soon be out of. I begin to collect all my stuff from the three shelves, then from the bathroom then the small chest of drawers.

A knock comes from the door. Percy?!

"Hello?" I ask. "Come in."

"Annabeth, it's Percy." Junipers rushes into the room, showing me her phone. Seven calls that didn't pick up. Percy has missed seven calls from Juniper. Why would he ignore his phone? "Percy never ignores his phone. I called him seven times with at least a minute between each or something. Did he say anything to you?"

"No," I shake my head. "Nothing. And I've barely known him a week. Why would he tell me anything?" Liar.

"He tells you everything. You guys are involved now. It's so obvious, Annabeth." She says the words and I realize.

STUPID ANNABETH! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!

Allow me to explain.

I got involved with Percy, putting him in more danger than ever. If they ever find out about me or what I do or who I really am, this world would be seriously screwed. I'm not about to tell you my secret, so don't get excited over nothing. People die through this. I have seen it. And because Percy is involved now, he will always be a loose end. They need him dead.

But I can't let Percy die. He means more than my job. I think. But, what would you choose. Lifelong friend or stupid job which can cause death at any random time? Yeah, I thought so. Friend. But a friend who could die without the job and die with me? What kind of life do I have. Seriously.

My phone buzzes in the pocket of my jeans. Luke.

"Hold on, Juniper," I say. "We'll sort this out."

I press the green answer button to pick up Luke's call.

"Annabeth, I'm right outside." Luke says the words fast, as if in a hurry. "Are you ready to leave?"

Decision time.

Percy's POV

So, where the hell am I?

Oh, right. I can't see because I need to open my eyes. Duh!

I open my eyes and still see nothing. Great, I've gone blind now. What next? Probably talking to myself. That one was lost about the day I was born. You can't really stop thoughts can you? I know some people don't agree, but it's impossible.

Anyway. So, the last thing I remember is being in my house on my own. Annabeth had left for some weird reason. And then the windows smashed and there was a gunshot and voices and...nothing. I think I blacked out. I can't remember what the voices had been saying. Just a bunch of jibberish.

"He is awake," comes a drawling voice to my left. I swivel my gaze to the left and sit up from the cold and damp floor. Since when did floors get so hard and cold? There should be some law of kidnapping. At least make the person feeling slightly at home, if you're not going to leave them at home. Where they belong. In the warm. Where they can see. In a place they wouldn't mind being blind.

There should be a law or something to say about kidnappers making their victims lives nice during their stay. You do it for a guest, why not for someone you stole out of their own home? And what about the law about kidnapping? The one that says it's actually illegal to kidnap someone. Man, these people are gonna get done for this. If I have even been kidnapped. Oh god, I am so confused. So, now I'm rambling.

But why? Why would anyone kidnap me? I know why people have kidnapped people. But it's strange to be the person in the thick of it all and stuff. Different than being on the outside of the operation, I guess. Hopefully, I am about to find out what the hell is going on here anyway, seeing as I'm about to do some epic interviewing victim stuff. Good enough for a movie actor.

"Who's there?" I ask in a scared voice. I try not to smirk in case I really am blind and it's not just pitch black in this room or whatever it is.

"Like I'd tell you," comes the voice. "Who are you and what do you have to do with Annabeth Chase?" What? What kind of question is that? Why would they know about her? How would they know about her.

"We're friends," I say slowly, having been caught off guard.

"How did you meet?" I'm pretty sure the person asking is a guy with a deep voice.

"Can I have the lights on?" I ask, blocking the conversation with my question.

"Answer the question and I might consider it." Jeez, thanks. That's so nice. Just considering it after I give you vital information about a girl that I have known for about a week. Like that is ever gonna happen.

"I'll answer the question if you turn on the lights." Ha. The stubborn boy has the control on the deck of cards up his sleeves. Take that man-probably-in-a-suit. I hear the sound of a gun being clicked into position and feel a light pressure on my head. Oh okay, maybe this guy is really in control. The dudes in suits usually are, anyway. I've seen way too many spy movies.

"I believe you will answer the question or never see the light again?"

Yeah I could do. Or I could say,

"If you shoot me, you won't have the information I think you need. You will never know." Do I sound brave? Yeah, right. I was secretly wishing I'd brought another pair of pants. I won't give too much information on that. But as long as this keeps Annabeth safe, I don't mind being shot. All is fair in love and war.

"You have a fair point." He doesn't take the gun away from my head and shouts out, "Turn on the lights. This one is a little harder to control than the others." I shudder.

"Thank you," I say as light floods my vision again. "For the lights, not the gun." The man just scowls. Hey, Guess what? I was totally right about the suit!

I am inside a small white room with two men. One in a sharp black suit, standing by the door with a card to turn the lights on and off with. I know this because it literally says 'LIGHTS' on the front. There isn't really much else to say about the room. There is some sort of bed which looks a tad more like a shelf to store books on. But I've seen spy movies.

This is where the innocent guy sleeps until he runs away then gets caught, punches some people and gets the girl in the end. In some strange and twisted way, I want this to happen to me.

The man pointing the gun at my head has a grey suit that looks reasonably expensive and has barely any creases. From one look, I can see this dude is obviously in charge, Or one of the main dogs that serve the lunatic who is in control. I know he's a lunatic because he is looking for a tenth grade girl and asking me. Definitely a nut.

Both men have unreadable expressions but the one holding the gun seems seriously annoyed. Man, I would pay for that little stunt with the lights. But there really isn't that much to see. There isn't even a pillow.

"Take a seat on the bed," says the man in the grey suit. The one in black doesn't move or speak. Ooh, the silent treatment. I am so scared. I probably should be.

I push the gun away from my head and get up, wincing with pain at the bruises probably dotting my skin. I have no idea what they did to me. I guess they didn't care how I got in the cell, just that I was secure. I sit down on the so called bed and look back at the two men.

"So, what do you want?" I ask. I know I'm rude. No need to point it out, but these people were willing to kill me. I have rights to be snarky and rude.

"How do you know Annabeth Chase?" asks the man in grey. I have a feeling the dude in black doesn't speak at all, just attacks people and acts like a body guard. Wow. He is the body guard. The man in grey wants me to be controlled. I am dangerous. I will definitely have some fun with this. I some way that doesn't involve me getting injured or shot. Preferably. But I will do anything to keep Annabeth as safe as possible.

"School," I say, shrugging. One word answers. Nothing else.

"And who are you to her?"

"A friend." The man glares at me.

"How long have you known her?" How to answer that one?

"Not that long," I say, shrugging again and leaning against the wall. It hurts but I don't even wince this time.

"How much do you know about her?" I can see the burning question in his eyes. He wants to know everything.

"Barely anything," I lie, not giving him the satisfaction of what he wants.

I can literally hear the man swear in his thoughts. I smirk in my head. Smirking externally would definitely kill me. If not injure me even more than I am now. Not good. Especially since I am supposed to be protecting someone. Whether that's my friends or just Annabeth. Whoever is involved in this mess.

"Why do you want to know?" I ask.

"She trusts you?" I nod. "Don't trust her. She is trouble." The man goes to leave the tiny room.

"But why not? Why would she do anything?" I ask. "What did she do to you?"

"Who is controlling the interview now?" Well it looks like I am.

"What do you want with her?" He turns back to me, grinning. The first expression and the last I want to see. Glee. Busted. I care. I care what she did and I care about what these people are going to do with her. I am so screwed.

"Let's just say she owes us a little debt," the man says before exiting the room. The dude in black turns out the lights again and throws me a bag of stuff. My stuff. My clothes. I look down at what I am wearing and see a white robe. Eugh. Time to get changed.I try to think of a way to find light, but think of nothing. Great. Just, fantastic.

Now I have nothing to occupy my thoughts except for Annabeth. The girl I have fallen hopelessly for.

I fall asleep, not knowing the time, thinking about the same blonde hair beauty.

Annabeth's POV

Decision time.

"I have a few loose ends to tie up," I say. I hear Luke sigh on the other end of the line.

"How long will it take?" I have no idea.

"I'm not sure. But I am going to need your help this time."

"What have you done?" he asks, accusation seeping into his voice that I have known for almost half my life. How could I ever leave him behind? I couldn't. Yet he accuses me when he doesn't even know the smallest of it.

"They took someone."

"How could they have taken someone? I thought you were being careful?" I bit my lip. I was supposed to have been careful with this one. But I couldn't control myself with separating this life from the last. The memories were too strong. As were the feelings. How can I forget anything that happened between Percy and I? That would never happen.

"The task was different this time." Yes, thank you Ladies and Gentlemen. Annabeth Chase's amazing response. The task was different this time. A lame excuse but a true one all the same.

"How was it any different from anything else you've ever done?" I don't answer this time. "I can't help you this time. Text me when you're done clearing up your mess."

This isn't my mess! His words cut into me life a knife in my heart. I don't need him. I can do this with the friends I have with me. Any of them can do this just as well as he. This is all his fault anyway. For the job, for having to face Percy, for making my enemies for me and for all the pain this job has caused me mentally and physically. I won't go into detail. For two reasons. One, it was a little graphic. Two, confidentiality.

"I thought you wanted to get them away from me?" I ask, seething a little at his lack of help after all I have done for him in this. This is my payment. Yay for me.

"I can't. Not this time." With that, he hangs up.

Thanks Luke, I think. Life-long friend my butt.

I throw the phone across the room and my eyes meet Junipers.

"We're going to get him back," I say, determination clouding my mind.

"From where?" she asks, innocent and a little confused.

"I have no idea, but we will find him," I say. She smiles at me. "Okay, we'll tell everyone about what is going on and we will go see what is happening with Percy."

"I'll get texting and pick people up as I go. What are you going to do while I'm gone?" she asks.

"I have call my mom," I say, glancing at the bathroom where a little bit on sunlight is seeping through the windows onto the sink. Juniper nods, gets out her phone again, trusting me, and leaves to find the others.

"Text me if you need anything," Juniper says, closing the door.

It shouldn't be hard. Nico and Thalia are both probably still at school. If not, Thalia and Nico both live close to the school. Grover stays in the

It shouldn't be too hard to find the others. Nico and Thalia both live close if they aren't at school anymore. Hazel and Frank will be together, a short walk from the school. Very convenient. Grover also stays in the school boarding house from what Juniper has told me about him. She says they met at school. If only she knew. Leo also stays in the boarding house after the orphanage Frank and Hazel live in didn't want him. Piper stays at Thalia's house most of the time because her Dad is famous or something and she doesn't want to keep moving about. And she used to go out with Jason. Normal life is so complicated.

I turn to the bathroom, hoping the sun is still there. It is. From my pocket in the back of my jeans I pull a rusty drachma from my days before the life I now live. I twist the taps and water starts flowing, creating a rainbow. Now, what are the words I am supposed to say?

"Iris, Goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering." The rainbow shimmered for a second and I throw in the golden coin and say, "Athena, Mount Olympus."

DUN DUN DUN! So now we all know that Annabeth has a past of the Greeks or whatever...But what else is she hiding? She is a little bit secretive!

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AND, I promise, last one, It's not the end of the holiday, so YAY! WE DID IT! UPDATED BEFORE I THOUGHT I WOULD!...

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