Percy's POV

I paced behind my desk. It's been 20 minutes since Annabeth left with her friend Caleb.

"Would you quiet pacing dude? It's making me dizzy." Nico said from his desk, across from mine.

"Then don't look." I retorted absentmindedly. I didn't need to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes.

"Percy," Chiron's voice made me look up. "Where's Annabeth?"

"Giving a tour to her friend Caleb."

Chiron gave me a look like he was trying to understand what I said, his eyes narrowing a bit and tilting his head on an angle. "Well get her down here." He said finally.

"Why?" Nico voiced the question before I could.

He gave us both meaningful looks. "Her dad requested a video conference."

Nico and I shared a shocked expression. "Her dad? As in, the scary Israeli dude?"

Chiron just rolled his eyes. "Do either of you have her cell phone number?"

Nico raised his hand and pulled out his own cell phone. "She gave it to me before she sent me back here." I grabbed his phone, punched in the numbers, and clicked call. "Could have just used my phone." Nico grumbled.

I shh'ed him at the same time a laughing female voice answered the phone. "Malach."

"Oh, sorry, wrong number." I started to pull the phone away from my ear when the voice called out again.

"Percy? Is that you?"

"Annabeth? Who's Malach?"

"That is not important, is there something you needed? How did you get this number?" Her voice was clear of any laughter previously in it.

"Now that, isn't important." I mocked her, then more seriously I said, "Chiron needs you."

"For what purpose?"

I took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "Your dad is requesting a video call with you."

There was silence on the other end for so long, I thought she had hung up. "We are on our way." Finally the line went dead.

I closed my cellphone. "She's on her way back down." I told Chiron. He nodded.

"Well, patch him through Jackson."

"But she's not here yet." Chiron raised his eyebrow at me. Not three seconds later Annabeth appeared next to me. I nearly wet my pants. "Whoa! How did you get down here so fast?"

"Not important, bring up my father." Annabeth ordered me stiffly. I sighed, walked over to my computer, and did as she asked. When the face of a man that looked like Annabeth-or that Annabeth looked like?-showed up, I turned my monitor around so it was aimed at her. "Aba." She greeted.

"Shalom Na-Annabeth." He spoke to the blond agent next to me. "Mazel tov, I suppose, on your new job. When were you going to inform me, hmm? You are an important member in your station."

Annabeth nodded and changed the subject. "Loir beat me here."

"Ah, yes. How is he doing? He has been out for almost two weeks on that darn mission, his reports were all the same; that he could not get in to do the deed just yet."

"Father," Annabeth closed her eyes. "He was here, in the CSI building, holding guns to my current co-workers heads. He kept saying we must finish what Noam started."

The man on my computer screen slammed his fist down. "I told him he could only continue if he could accept-" He didn't finish the sentence, looking to the side-angry.

Annabeth looked down "He did not."

"You killed him, yes?" he finally asked.

"Ken." Who the heck was Ken?

"Good." The man praised. Good? It's good that his son is dead? What kind of man is this? Telling his daughter he's glad she killed someone, and his son at that. Annabeth was right when she said her world wasn't for the kind hearted. "Is Calev with you still?"

"Ken." Caleb called from behind me. Ok, I'm beginning to think 'Ken' means something in Hebrew.

"Boy, get your ass over here! I have a new mission for you and-just you." Caleb nodded. He quickly kissed Annabeth on the cheek before rushing out the door. Annabeth's father said something in a different language to which she said that ken word again. "Farewell bat." The screen went blank.

"Did he just call you a bat?"

Annabeth sighed in annoyance. "Bat means daughter, mazel tov mean congratulations. Ken means yes, and aba means father. Did I cover everything?"

"Shalom?"

"Hello, good bye, peace. It depends on the context."

"What did he say before farewell?" Chiron asked.

"He told Caleb he had a new-"

"No," he interrupted her. "You know what I mean, Annabeth."

She sighed again, but not in annoyance this time. You know why? 'Cause she wasn't talking to me. Cue pout. "He simply asked me about living accommodations and such." Chiron nodded, either believing her or not pushing it. Chiron was the type of boss-or the type of guy-that didn't press you if he knew you didn't want to talk about it. Only if it didn't compromise a case or security, that is.

Suddenly an alarm went off. Annabeth walked over to her desk and pulled out her phone. She opened it and her face went pale. "Put my father back on!" She demanded.

"Wh-"

"Put my father back on!" She repeated, louder and more frantic than before. I put my hands up in surrender and did as she asked. When her father's image appeared once more, Annabeth went off. "Batu'ach, aba?" Oh great, she's talking in a different language again.

"Yihyeh beseder." Her father said, moving his hands downward, like he was trying to comfort her or at least calm her down.

"What are they saying?" I whispered to Nico. He shrugged with an equally confused face. They continued for several minutes, arguing back and forth in that language while we sat there, confused.

Finally came a word I recognized. "Shalom." I decided he probably wasn't saying hello, or peace, so that left goodbye. Annabeth muttered a response and slumped back in her chair.

We all stood there, looking at her; waiting for an answer. "Well?" I asked. What? I couldn't take the silence anymore!

My voice seemed to startle her, she looked up with a surprised expression; like she forgot we were there. Chiron walked over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Annabeth, what is it?"

"There...There is a group..." She sighed and shook her head. "There is a group of my fellow agents, back in Israel I mean, that believe I am a traitor for accepting this job."

"And?" My boss pushed.

"They want to kill me." Annabeth said in a monotone. She looked up at Chiron slowly.

"We aren't going to let them." He said firmly, squeezing her shoulder lightly.

"Chiron...they are highly trained in the weapons they use. They can hit targets more accurate than a computer program." Annabeth looked at him with sadness etched in her beautiful features- I mean features. Just, features.

"So can you." He argued.

"Touche." I whispered to Nico. He snickered under his breath.

"There is only one of me, there are ten of them."

"We may not be assassins," I cut in, walking over to stand in front of her desk. "We may not highly trained, but we're here for you, and we're not going to let you die."

Annabeth shifted her glance to all of us individually, probably looking for any hint we were actually planning to do the same thing. When she came to me, she held it for several moments. Her unusual stormy grey orbs locked to my normal boring green ones. Despite her stone cold exterior, her eyes showed fear; she was actually scared for her life and I got a feeling it was the first time she ever has been.

Chiron started talking again, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too entranced by Annabeth's eyes. The situation reminded me of a predator, aka Annabeth, luring its prey, aka me, by placing it in a almost hypnotized state before sinking its teeth in. She was looking intently at our boss which I was glad for, she would probably murder me for staring at her.

I was jarred away from my trance from sudden contact to my arms. I looked over to see Nico flaring his arms around, karate style. "I mean you're like the scary ninja assassin in the movies that no one sees until it's too late! No one can touch you!"

Annabeth rolled her eyes at my younger co-worker. "Even I am human Nico, however slightly." She muttered the last part to herself.

Nico went on his assault to my arms. I copied Annabeth's eye roll. "How old are you, 12 or 25?"

He finally stopped and frowned/glared at me. "27, thank you very much."

"So act like it then; this is serious." I turned to Annabeth. "How bad?"

She sighed and shook her head. "My father reported two shipments of ammo and weapons missing. Their carriers are the men coming to kill me."

Chiron took a sip of his coffee. "What kind of weapons, Annabeth?"

Annabeth played with her fingers and refused to look at any of us. "Machine guns. Heavy artillery."

"Rockets?" Nico asked, I noticed the shine in his eyes, like he was half hoping she would say yes.

"Thankfully no, not in these two shipments." Annabeth said with a hint of amusement, she saw the look too.

"Well, that's a good thing." Chiron rubbed his face tiredly. "Time for all of you to get to sleep. Annabeth, I'm stationing watches at your hotel. 24 hour shifts."

"Who, boss?" I asked while I gathered my stuff.

"Thanks for volunteering Percy, couldn't think of anyone better." I stopped dead in my tracks.

"You're kidding right?"

Chiron placed his hands on the back of his chair and smirked at me, which looked strange for the old man. "Now why would I do that?" He burst out laughing at me. "Relax, there will be someone monitoring cameras we're going to set up as well as an agent at all bottom floor entrances and exits."

I pulled my coat on, "So where will I be?"

"In the room with Annabeth." He grabbed his things and started to walk towards the door.

I opened my mouth to say something to him, but he had already left down the stairs. I closed my mouth and snuck a look at Annabeth. She wasn't looking at me, quietly grabbing her own stuff. I waited until she was ready and followed her to the parking garage. "Your car or mine." I asked her.

"I suppose yours would be the better option." Annabeth said solemnly.

"Why?" I asked as I lead her to my blue pickup truck.

"These men are not dumb, Percy. They know how to track someone down. They can receive the charges on my credit card, find my hotel as well as the dealership I rented the car from and then the licenses plate." I opened the passenger side door for her and she waited for me to sit down in the driver's side before continuing. "Shoot me when I step out. Simple as such."

"Well aren't you just a little Miss Debby Downer. Oh, and the phrase is 'simple as that' not such." I joked in hope to lighten her mood a bit, but it didn't really work as I thought it would.

"I am only stating facts, this is how we operate." See?

I muttered under my breath, so quietly I couldn't hear what I was saying, and pulled out on the street. I took the route from yesterday to her hotel. When I pulled up, the agent stationed at the front door came and escorted her in. He only let me in when I showed my I.D.

Annabeth placed her key in the door and led me in. "Stay at least two meters from me, and I will not have to kill you." She told me.

"How far?" I scratched my head, confused.

The blond haired Israeli stood from the corner where she was digging through her bag. She stood there for a second before continuing to rummage around for something. "6 feet. I am going to take a shower, stay here, and do not break anything."

I scoffed. "What makes you think that I'd break something?" She sent me a look and closed the door in my face. I sighed and slumped in the desk chair. Annabeth came out about 20 minutes later in only a towel.

"Oo, gunna put on a show for me, sweet cheeks?" I grinned at her. She glared sharply at me.

"I forgot my clothes." When she went back in the bathroom, she shut the door so violently that it opened again. Only a crack, but I was at the right angle that I could see though the crack just enough. I saw the towel fall from her upper torso to reveal the smooth, tan skin of her back.

I gulped heavily and looked away.

Annabeth walked out dressed in sweatpants and a large t-shirt, definitely out of character for her, but then again she was going to bed.

"So um-" I gulped again, not getting that image from before out of my head.

"I am going to bed." Annabeth climbed in bed and turned off the light, shrouding me in semi-darkness; the only light coming from the moon outside. There was just enough for me to see her slender form rising and falling gently. I sighed and replaced my butt in the desk chair, sipping from the coffee I had ordered when Annabeth was in the shower.

This is going to be a long night. I thought.

Just when I was sure Annabeth was asleep, her voice suddenly called from her bed; sharp and harsh. "If you ever watch me change again, I will cut off your manhood."

My eyes widened to the point of Bugsy from Bedtime Stories and I gulped for the ten hundredth time that evening; cupping said area protectively. At least I knew what was going to keep me up all night.