AN: Sorry it took me so long... I had finals and a lot of big projects, but I finally managed to finish this... I'm really glad you guys are all enjoying this!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or White Collar... Wish I did, but I don't.

"We need to talk, Neal." Peter informed him as Nico was taken from them to the interrogation room.

Neal sighed. "Yeah, I figured."

They sat down across from each other at the conference room table and Neal braced himself for the unpleasantness that was sure to follow.

"I heard your conversation with your cousin."

Percy gaped. "How?"

"Well, I slipped a bug into your pocket." Peter grinned as Neal reached into his pocket and did, indeed, take out a small listening device.

"So… You heard my conversation with Nico. What'd you think?" Neal asked, steeling himself for the horror that was sure to follow… Things had been said in that conversation which he really didn't want Peter to know about.

"I think I found out more about you in that one fifteen minute session than I did in all the years I was either chasing you or working with you."

Neal grinned charmingly, but slightly uneasily. "What can I say? I'm a private person."

Suddenly, Peter pounced. "Who's Annabeth?"

The grin disappeared, and Neal stayed silent.

"Neal, you need to tell me."

"I don't need to tell you anything. It's a private matter."

"Not if it's impacting your life."

"It's not."

Peter frowned. "Fine, then explain Kate."

"What?"

"You said Annabeth was the only girl you've ever really loved… What about Kate?"

Neal chucked quietly to himself before sighing, trying to decide whether to tell him or not. "Kate… She uh… She looked a lot like Annabeth. The only thing different was the hair."

"Kate was just a replacement?"

"I wouldn't say that…. But… Yes."

Peter thought for a minute before asking another question. "What's your real name?"

Neal stiffened in his seat. "I don't see how it matters, I haven't been going by it since I was sixteen."

The FBI agent leaned forward. "I'm not going to ask you again, Neal. Tell me what is your real name, or this little arrangement is over, and you're going back to prison."

Neal opened his mouth to find a way to get past the question without really answering it, but before he could, Jones barged into the room.

"Peter, you'll never guess what I found!"

"What, Jones?" Peter asked brusquely, reaching for the file that Jones offered him.

"Those two names you asked me to run, Percy and Annabeth, well I was running them while I was reading Percy Jackson's file, and guess what name turned up in there?"

Peter gaped at the paper before smiling slowly. "Annabeth Chase. Apparently, she was kidnapped with Percy Jackson." He set the file down on the table and looked at Neal, who looked as though he wanted to disappear into the earth. "Care to explain?"

"Fine. My name's Perseus Jackson. Percy for short. It's not like it really matters." Neal fibbed, leaning back in his chair casually.

Jones gaped at him. "You're Percy Jackson? Sally Jackson's son?"

Percy nodded mutely.

"Your mom's been kidnapped, and you've done nothing?" Peter growled, aghast at the situation.

Percy jumped to his feet, the chair nearly falling over with the suddenness of the movement. "You're joking. You honestly think I'm going to let my mother be kidnapped without any repercussions? I've got half my family on their feet looking for her!"

"What about the sculpture?"

"The sculpture can go to Hades for all I care, it was modeled after my stepfather, who, by the way, wasn't my favorite person in the whole wide world!"

"The sculpture was modeled after Gabe Ugliano?" Jones muttered before examining something in the file. Finally, he nodded. "I see the resemblance."

"Fine, Ne- Percy. We'll talk about this later. First, is there anyone who would have motive to kidnap your mother?"

Percy nodded. "A lot. More than I can count."

"And who would have motive to steal the sculpture?"

"The sculpture was stolen to tell me that my mother was missing. I'm sure that once we find her, it'll be returned."

"How sure are you?"

Percy flashed a grin. "Positive."

Peter studied him before nodding. "Okay, I believe you. So we focus on Sally. Who are those people who would have motive to kidnap your mother?"

He frowned. "Honestly… The only one I can think of who could actually get away with it is Vincent Adler." (1)

"And how would he know who you were?"

Percy thought about explaining. Honestly, he did… but somehow, it didn't seem like a very good idea. 'So, he's kind of a Son of Hermes, and really evil. He looked up to this one guy named Luke before Luke turned out to be a good guy and so he went and learned all sorts of evil things from demigod criminals.' "We share some relatives." He lied smoothly. "He must have recognized me."

"Are you that recognizable?"

"I didn't think I was, but apparently so."

Peter nodded slowly. "And I'm assuming that all these relatives are through your father's side, since we found no living relatives on your mother's."

"That is correct."

"You do realize that I'll still have to interrogate your cousin."

Percy sighed before gesturing. "Be my guest."

"I have the right to a lawyer." Nico informed Peter.

"Yes, you do… But I doubt you can get one in ti…" He trailed off as a tall, redheaded woman suddenly strolled into the interrogation room.

"Hi, so sorry I'm late. My name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and I represent Nico."

Close behind her, a handsome young man with brown hair and brown eyes followed.

"And who are you?" Peter asked the man, who grinned cheerfully.

"Hello, Suit. I'm the lawyer whose specialty is minors. I'm Ms. Dare's co-counsel."

Peter frowned. "Suit? Ne- Percy, is this guy related to Mozzie?"

Percy smirked. "You could say that."

"Oooh… Percy. So you finally told him your real name?" Rachel asked excitedly before stepping forward and hugging him. "By the way, it's good to see you in person."

He laughed, knowing exactly what she meant. "Yeah, you too. And you're a lawyer now? Whatever happened to being an environmental activist?"

"I'm an environmental lawyer," Rachel explained. "I'm just helping Nico out."

"You two… know each other?" Peter asked, gesturing between the two of them.

"Yes." Rachel and Percy answered at the same time.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not really." They answered once again.

"Fine. Nico, do you understand all your rights?"

"I do."

"And do you wish to speak now?"

"About what?"

"I'll ask the questions."

Nico shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess. Go ahead."

"Where were you last night at ten?"

"I was at my dad's place."

"And how did you hear of Sally Jackson's kidnapping?"

Nico raised an eyebrow. "My uncle, Percy's dad, called my dad. My dad sent me to go check up on everything and see if she was really missing. She was."

"Did you have anything to do with the theft of the Poker Player?"

"I did not."

Peter looked at Nico before sighing and obviously giving up. "Who is currently out there looking for Sally Jackson?"

"People."

"And who are those people?"

"They're special people."

"Why are they special?"

"They're either really awesome, or related to me." Nico grinned cheekily. "Or both."

Peter sighed. "Do you have any relatives that might know where Sally Jackson is being kept?"

"Probably."

"Are you just going through a rebellious stage because of your dead sister?" Peter fired out, seemingly out of nowhere.

Something in Nico's face hardened, and his eyes began to burn with the same fire his father's domain was known for. "My sister has nothing to do with this." He then looked at Percy and hissed out in Ancient Greek. "You told him about Bianca?"

"Just that I was the closest thing you had to a sibling since she died. He knows nothing else, I swear it."

Peter confusedly followed the exchange, as did Rachel and the mysterious lawyer, though the lawyer had a certain twinkle in his eye...

"Oh, do you now? Will you swear it on the River Styx?"

"See, I would, but the last time anything involved the River Styx, I had to take a bath in it, so I'll pass. But I swear to anything else, he knows nothing."

Nico studied him. "I believe you." He turned back to Peter. "Look, whether or not I'm rebellious has absolutely nothing to do with anything that's currently occurring. Now, we can either find Aunt Sally, or we can sit around doing absolutely nothing."

"Aunt Sally? And how close were you to Sally Jackson?"

Nico glared at the FBI agent. "Seeing as my mother died when I was just a kid, and her only son disappeared, we got kind of close. Blue chocolate chip cookies and all that."

Percy's mouth began to water. "She still makes those?"

"Trust me. They're better than ever."

Suddenly, Percy thought of something. "Wait, what about Paul Blofis? Where's he in all this?"

"That's kind of a long story."

"The man was about to become my stepfather, I think I need to know if something happened to him."

"They got into an argument a few years back… He said some things about your dad, and your mom didn't take it too well. But more than that, he said some stuff er… about you."

Percy nodded thoughtfully, trying to digest the information.

Peter groaned. "How is this in any way relevant?"

"That's exactly the point I was trying to make!" Nico protested. "None of this is relevant! If we can just find out where Aunt Sally is, I can go get her."

Rachel furrowed her brow. "How?"

"The Yankees and I are unstoppable."

"You will just endanger Sally Jackson, and I can't let a minor go into a harmful situation." Peter protested. "What if you get killed?"

Nico shrugged. "Then I guess I'll see my mom earlier than planned."

"You could be killed!"

"'Fear of death is naught but fear of the unknown.'" Nico quipped. "I don't have much to fear."

"Agent Burke, I must ask you to release my client. So far, you have shown no evidence necessary to hold him or to charge him with a crime." Rachel spoke professionally and quickly, distracting Peter from Nico's confusing comment.

"Fine. But he's going to stay where I can see him." Peter bargained.

"I'm afraid I can't promise that, Suit." The mysterious lawyer spoke up. "Nico's father has requested his presence, and I'm not one to interfere in family matters."

Nico's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't say anything.

"Fine then. But when we find Sally, and we will, I want proof that he's nowhere near her." Peter insisted.

Nico grinned confidently. "That's just fine with me."

Percy sighed as he personally escorted Nico from the building. "Find my mom, Nico, please." He begged.

"Wow. You really are a Seaweed Brain. Look, you might have left, but I didn't. She's my aunt, do you really think I'd just drop her? Right when I get into an alley or something, I'm going to travel to my dad, and hear where she is. Then, I'll swoop in with the baseball hat and save the day."

"Thanks Nico. Really, thanks. Just one condition."

Nico sighed regretfully. "You want to come along…"

"Yes."

"No."

"She's my mom, Nico."

"Do you still have that little after-affect from the bath you took in the Styx?"

"Yep."

"Then I guess we can work something out." Nico replied confidently before peering back at Rachel and the mysterious lawyer, who were following them steps behind, and in their own conversation. "But… Who's the other guy? I can tell he's one of us, but…"

"His name is Mozzie… He's a freakishly smart son of Aphrodite." Percy grinned as he explained the man.

As the little posse ventured into a dark alley, Nico just so happened to glance back as the tall, dark haired man changed suddenly into a short, balding one, his features morphing with incredible speed. "What?" He gasped, looking at Percy.

"He's a pretty gifted shape-changer… He's one of Aphrodite's favorites."

Mozzie grinned at them, much less charming in his current form than he had been a few seconds previously. "I'm also a very good piano player."

Nico nodded approvingly. "Let me guess, you joined Percy on his 'I'm going to tour the world for Annabeth and steal some random things' tour."

"Good guess."

"Whoever said it was for Annabeth?" Percy asked, wincing slightly as the name rolled out.

"It's kind of obvious, Percy. Just accept that you're a hopeless romantic and move on…" Mozzie prompted him. "After all, if anyone can spot hopeless romantics, it's me."

Percy smirked sadly. "Yeah, yeah, I suppose I am." He felt the deep ache of sadness pressing in on his chest, but instead of reacting toward it, he simply pushed it away and watched as Nico stepped into the shadows and disappeared.

"Did you look up more about Nea- I mean, Percy?" Peter asked Jones, who was staring intently at a computer.

"A lot. What do you want to hear?"

"Annabeth. Who was she?"

"Annabeth Chase, she was kidnapped along with Percy Jackson, and they went to the same summer camp after that for many years. She died a little while after Percy turned sixteen."

Peter frowned. He had overheard that she was dead, but he had never seen any sign in Percy that his first love had died… "How?"

"Says here she drowned in the Atlantic, but her body was never found. There were a lot of witnesses to her drowning though, so there wasn't a murder investigation."

"Yeah, they mentioned that in the conversation… Just wanted to see how it held up. Is there anything about a Nico?"

Jones frowned. "Nothing I can find."

"How about Percy's father?"

"No, nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing… Peter, the man's a ghost. If it wasn't for Percy being born, I'd have said that the man never existed."

Peter groaned loudly. "Wait, did you search for a Thalia?"

"Who is that?"

"Percy's other cousin."

Jones' eyebrows flew up. "He has more?"

"Apparently."

Jones entered the name into the database and then frowned when the results came up. "Nothing. There's no mention of her in any of Percy's files or in the database of that summer camp that he went to."

"Could you search the name Grover in that database?"

"I could but I don't think anything is going to… Show up. Peter, I've got something."

"What?"

"Grover Underwood was the third kid kidnapped, and he also went to the same summer camp Percy did."

Peter grinned. "What else do you have on him?"

Jones sighed. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Peter felt like punching something. "So, basically, even though we've finally found out his real name, for all intents and purposes Percy is even more mysterious than when we didn't know anything.

"Basically, yeah."

Peter rested his hand in his hands. "Why me?"

(1): Yes, I know he's dead, but I didn't want to create a whole new adversary along with a new backstory… Everything happened as it did in the White Collar universe: Adler disappeared with a bunch of people's money, but, to better tie in with Percy Jackson, let's just say he was another son of Hermes with a grudge against Olympus, without the morality of Luke.

Thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it... If you have any ideas, go ahead and review or PM me, I'd love to get a sense of what you guys want from this story.

-Marie