A/N: This was completed unplanned. I have had the idea in my head for a few weeks, but when I wrote it down I wasn't sure about it. Make sure to hop over to tumblr and thank my pjowriters squad for actually persuading me to post it. You guys rock. Also, if you want to see this continued, please let me know. And the best way to do that is to leave it in my tumblr ask box (link is on my profile) because then I won't ignore it as easily. I hope you like it!

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Percy rolled off of the bed and grabbed Annabeth's phone. He knew that he wasn't supposed to answer it, but it had been ringing for the past ten minutes.

"Hello?" He said, walking toward the bathroom. He could still hear the shower running, and he could faintly hear Annabeth humming to herself.

"Percy? Are you alright?" He recognized Piper's voice on the other side of the line immediately.

He frowned and swung the door open, "I'm fine. Annabeth is in the shower."

"I need you to put her on the phone right now."

"Okay," Percy said. He moved the phone from his ear and peeked around the shower curtain. Annabeth was already looking at him, and she smiled softly as she cut the water off and opened the shower curtain. Percy let his eyes wander down her delicious frame, clenching his jaw and looking up toward her eyes.

Annabeth took her phone from his hand and pressed it to her ear, "Piper."

She was silent as Piper talked quickly. Percy wasn't listening hard enough to understand them, and he slowly stepped forward and pressed his lips to Annabeth's neck. Her free hand slid up his back and settled in his hair as he kissed down her neck and around her collarbone. When Percy kissed down the slope of her left breast, her grip tightened in his hair tighter than he expected, and he made a slight, surprised noise against her skin.

Annabeth immediately let go, and she smoothed his hair down in an apology. She gently pushed him back so she could climb out of the shower, and she grabbed her towel, wrapping it around her body.

"Okay, this is what is going to happen," Annabeth started. Percy winced when he heard how cold her voice was. He had spent this entire trip trying to forget that tone. "While we're getting ready to leave, I need you to call Jason and send him to the office to burn those files. I'll call Geoffrey, and I should be back to New York in three hours. Is Thalia still at our safe house in Seattle?"

Annabeth listened for half of a second before she said, "Okay, I'm putting Percy on a plane, and I want Thalia to be at the airport waiting for him to get off of a private jet. She won't let him leave her sight once he gets there, do you understand?"

Percy stared at her in confusion. What was going on? Why was she going back to New York when Percy was going to Seattle? And why was he going to Seattle? What the hell was happening?

"Good, now I want you and Hazel to go to Percy's mother's house and put her on a flight to Seattle too. I'll call her and explain, so when you get there she should ask for you to spell Percy's middle name. Don't mess that part up. Once you get her on the plane, you and Hazel go to the office and stock a car with weapons. Come to the airport and wait on me, and once I'm there we can handle it," Annabeth spoke quickly, drying herself off with her towel. Percy was staring at her, and she set one of her hands on his chest.

"Annabeth," he asked. "What's going on?"

"Piper, I'll call you back in fifteen minutes," she said shortly. Once she looked up at him, she said, "I need you to help me, do you understand?"

"I'm not going to Seattle," he said.

"Yes, you are."

"Why? What's happening?" He demanded.

She sighed and moved past him. Percy followed her as she walked into the bedroom and pulled some clothes from her suitcase. She pulled her panties and a bra on as she said, "Work stuff. I have to get back to New York now. I don't want you there just in case something bad happens."

"Is something bad going to happen?"

She must have heard the tone in his voice because her expression softened. She shook her head. "No. There's just something that I have to deal with, and I would rather you and your mom be in Seattle where I know you're safe."

"Why would we need to be safe?"

Annabeth dialed someone else on her phone and spoke to them quickly, asking for two private jets to be at the airport waiting on them. She started dialing another number, but Percy walked over to her and jerked her phone out of her hand.

Bad idea. Annabeth froze and glared up at him. Even though they were considerably closer than they had been when they first got married, there was still part of Annabeth that Percy knew not to mess with. And he had just crossed that line.

But he needed to know what was going on. Why was Annabeth sending him and his mom to Seattle when she was going back to New York? What was happening?

"Annabeth," Percy said. He tried to keep his voice steady. "Why would we need to be safe?"

She scowled and stared up at him. Percy tried not to shrink away.

"Percy," she said. Her voice was deathly calm and cold. "When we get to the airport, I need you to get on this plane to Seattle and meet your mom there. When I get finished in New York, I'm going to come and get you, and then you and I are going to go somewhere alone. Do you understand?"

He frowned, and something inside of him broke at her words. Annabeth was used to handling these situations. She dealt with them every single day, but she had never made him go anywhere else. Something had to be seriously wrong.

Percy sighed and set her phone down on the bed. He turned away from her and grabbed his suitcase, shoving his clothes down into it and changing out of his pajamas.

They packed in silence. Annabeth made a few more phone calls, but she said as little as she could while Percy was listening. From the stuff he heard though, something serious was happening. And it had to be; he knew that Annabeth never got personally involved with her work unless it was something bad.

How could she expect him to let her go to New York without him?

After they finished packing, Annabeth herded him out of the room and downstairs. There were two of Annabeth's men with them, and once they were in the back of an armored car, Annabeth kept her phone pressed to her ear. Percy sat at her side and pretended to stare out of the blackened window.

The car stopped, and Annabeth took his hand. He turned his head toward her. She wasn't smiling, but she leaned forward to catch his lips in a soft kiss. When she pulled back, she whispered, "Stay in the car while we load. I'll come back and get you."

Percy watched her get out of the car.

He sat by himself in the car for about twenty minutes before Annabeth swung his door open. She offered him her hand, and he grasped her fingers tightly.

There were two small jets sitting about five hundred yards away from each other. There were a few people moving swiftly between each plane, but Annabeth cupped his cheek. Percy's attention narrowed to her.

Before he could say anything, she pulled his head down and caught his lips in a limb trembling kiss. She normally didn't kiss him with so much passion, and for some reason, it felt like a goodbye.

"I know you don't want to, Percy," she said when she pulled back. Her hands were knotted into his hair, and Percy was gripping her waist. "But I need you to do this for me, okay?"

"Why can't I go with you?" He asked.

"If you're somewhere safe then I can have a clear head. I need to be focused once I get to New York, and if I'm distracted by your safety then something bad could happen. If I know you're in Seattle with Thalia, then I can finish this faster and come get you faster," she explained. Her eyes searched his, and Percy tightened his grip.

"Why? What's happening?"

"I can't tell you right now. Give me two days in New York, and then I'll be in Seattle with you, and we can go somewhere alone. No phone calls, emails, nothing. Just you and me," she said.

And man, that sounded so good. Percy never got Annabeth all to himself. Even when they were at home and in bed, she had her cell phone sitting on the nightstand just in case. Which, he understood, he did, but sometimes it was hard.

Percy closed his eyes tight and turned his head away from hers. He said, "Okay. My mom is already there?"

"She's flying over Michigan right now. I have Piper tracking her flight, and she's going to get there before you do. Thalia will be standing on the runway waiting for you. Promise me you'll stay there with her until I come get you," she said.

He still wasn't looking at her, but he nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm being serious."

"So am I, Annabeth."

She sighed and kissed him again before she stepped back. She said, "Don't call my cell phone. When I need to talk to you, I'll call Thalia."

He nodded and studied his shoes, "Okay."

"Percy, you know that I wouldn't ask you to do this unless I had to," she said. "You're all I have left anymore. I can't risk losing you in something like this."

He looked up at her and was surprised to see her staring at him. There was something in her eyes that Percy hadn't ever seen her give him and wait—

"Get on your plane, please, before I lose it," she said. Her voice was cold, but her eyes weren't.

He took three steps until he was standing directly in front of her. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. He buried one of his hands in her hair and whispered, "I love you."

It wasn't the first time that he had said it, but he didn't say it often enough for her to get used to hearing it. Percy meant it to the bottom of his being every single damn time. He knew that Annabeth hadn't ever said it back, but he had stopped expecting her to. He knew that he meant a lot to her, and that was enough for now.

This time was no different. She leaned up and kissed him again before she gently pushed him away. Percy took a deep breath before he let one of the guys on Annabeth's team lead him to the plane. She stood still as stone and watched as he climbed up the steps, and once Percy was sitting in his seat, staring out the window, he saw her turn around and walk toward her own plane.

"Mr. Jackson," a flight attendant said softly, breaking his train of thought. "Please fasten your seatbelt for take-off. Can I get you anything right now?"

He shook his head and murmured, "No, thank you."

And as Percy's plane took off, he couldn't help but feel like something was about to go terribly wrong.

He would get to New York if it was the last thing he did.

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Honestly, it surprised him that he made it here at all.

Yeah, Percy was in New York. It turned out that the plane that Annabeth had put Percy on had to stop in Denver and connect with another jet. Once they had gotten to the airport, Percy had claimed that he felt a little sick and would like to take a walk while they were waiting. Of course, one of the guys had followed him, but Percy had pulled a quick getaway through a two door restroom. After that, he had managed to get on a plane to New York. It might not have counted though because he used his credit card that Annabeth had given him. Oh well.

When he got to New York, he called his best friend, Grover, and he had picked him up from the airport. Percy had been sure that Annabeth knew by then, but no one had grabbed him yet.

That was where his plan came to an end though. He hadn't really thought about what he would do after he got to New York. Where was he supposed to look? Where was she going to be?

Percy asked Grover to let him out on the side of the street near his old apartment (before he had to move in with Annabeth). Percy definitely didn't want Grover to be mixed up in whatever this was. He didn't even know the full story about why Percy had gotten married to Annabeth. It hadn't been because they were in love that's for sure. For the first four months, Percy had carefully avoided her. He hadn't even liked to look at her back then.

But look at what he was doing now. He was about to risk his life to go find her. And if it really wasn't anything like she had tried to tell him, then she would kill him anyway for breaking his promise.

As soon as Grover pulled away from the curb, Percy caught a cab and gave the driver the address to Annabeth's office. At least it would be a start.

Percy tossed some cash at the cab driver when they pulled up at the small building Annabeth used for her office. It was on the shadier side of New York, but then again Annabeth practically ran the whole shady side of New York. There was one black SUV parked at the side of the building, and Percy jogged to the door.

When he got to the number pad, he hesitated for a moment. He knew that Annabeth changed the number twice a week, and he probably should have thought about this before he got to the door.

On a whim, Percy typed in his birthday.

The door popped open.

Percy grinned briefly. Annabeth was such a sap sometimes.

He yanked the door open and ran inside. The building was empty, but when he turned toward his left, he saw that her office door was open with the light was on. She was here!

"Annabeth!" Percy said as he rounded the corner into her office.

But she wasn't there. There was someone sitting in her chair, and slowly, they turned around to face him.

Percy was frozen on the spot.

A blonde haired man, probably a few years older than Percy, sat there. His smile was cruel and gruesome, and there was a scar on his face that bent upwards with his expression.

The man laughed, "Well, if it isn't Percy Jackson. You're just what we needed to finally get some cooperation."

Percy tried to take a step backwards, but he bumped into someone else. When he turned around to see who it was, a dark object hit him in the middle of the forehead, and Percy couldn't see anything anymore.

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