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The Daring Report

April 30, 2013
It seems that one of our four suspects has been rescued from a potentially hazardous situation, thanks to help from some friends.

Until recently, Percy Jackson had been living with his mother, who suffers from a mental health disorder.

A few weeks ago, however, her illness became more serious and she was taken into mental hospital for a time.

Percy was left alone, without a source of income or adult supervision.

Percy quickly got a job; however the employer immediately began scheduling him for shifts that conflicted with his school life, and Percy soon found himself worn out and out of food long before his first paycheck was due to arrive.

Thankfully, Percy sought help, letting Hestia and his friends know about his predicament.

His friend Annabeth, a fellow suspect, opened up her home to Percy, and he is scheduled to move in tomorrow.

Unfortunately, things may not be quite as rosy for fellow suspect Rachel Dare, who also finds herself in difficult home circumstances with the return of her father to the home last Thursday.

Although neither adults has been physically hostile to each other as of yet, the tension in home, between the dysfunctional family, has been mounting, and angry words have been flung by all parties.

It may be only a matter of time before the couple falls back into their old patterns.

How will these issues resolve themselves?

Only time will tell…

-R. Dare

"Is this everything?" I asked Percy as we loaded his last suitcase into my car.

"This is it," he replied with a smile. "To the Chase's house?"

I nodded and put the car into gear.

Ten minutes later, we pulled into the Chase's driveway.

"Hey guys!" Annabeth came bounding of the house, smiling. "Ready to move in, Percy?"

"Definitely." Percy grinned as he got out of my car.

I smiled as I watched him.

Since the move in had been arranged, I noticed that he'd returned to his usual laid-back self.

It felt right to see him smiling again.

We hauled all of Percy's possessions into the house and he and Annabeth began unpacking in what would soon be his room, talking excitedly.

In the living room, I gave Fredrick Chase a smile.

"Thanks for doing this, Fredrick. I'd let him stay with me, but the idea of a teenage boy living with a single female youth psychiatrist is a little awkward."

My boss nodded solemnly. "Well I'm glad we can help him out a bit. He and Annabeth seem to get along pretty well, and he seems like a good guy. Granted, he's not the shooter, that is."

He laughed lightly and glanced at me; Fredrick was one of the few people who knew about my involvement in the case.

"How's that going, anyways?" he asked me in a hushed voice. "Any new leads?"

I shook my head. "We still have no clue who did it. I'm positive it wasn't your daughter, though. She's got a really strong alibi." I paused. "Not that I ever suspected her, anyways."

"Never suspected her for a second, either. Hey, did she ever tell you that she applied to Buffalo, where Malcolm is? I think she'll have a grand time there."

"Yeah?" I heard the hesitation in my voice as I remembered Annabeth's own reluctance when she told me of her application.

I had to wonder if Fredrick was way off-would she really have a great time?

"It's a great place. Real solid." He muttered.

"Well, I guess I'd better head out now. Thank you for letting him stay with you," I said as I headed for the door. "See you in the office, Fredrick."

May 9

Dear L,

It's been a week yesterday since Percy moved in with us, and honestly, it's best one of the best weeks I've had in ages.

Percy is such a crazy, adventurous guy, and we've hung out pretty much whenever he's not work.

Last night he and I took the subway up to Montauk Beach, and we sat on the docks looking over the ocean and just talked about life, the shooting case, how he wants to visit Calypso (I actually made a deal with him to get visit her together.) and how we're going to try to get Nico and Rachel together (we're pretty sure that they both like each other but neither one wants to admit it.)

We've probably spent almost as much time together as those two-except I'm not that into him.

I'm sure Percy's still sweet on Calypso, and me-well, I don't see the point in getting into a relationship right now, considering that I might only be alive for a couple more months.

Percy makes me unsure about that, though. Just being around him makes me wonder and hope-that there's another way out, and mainly because I don't want to hurt him.

Not only that, you see, Percy's so cool with everything.

Life happens to him, and he takes it as it comes.

He's not bogged down by expectations like I am; he's not ruled by what others think of him.

To be honest, L, I'm jealous.

How does he do it?

Why can't I be more like him?

Or maybe I can….

However, it would be difficult.

Whether they meant to or not, my parents raised me to be best I could be and that I could do even more than anyone.

All it did was make me competitive and drive me to care too much about what others think of me.

My whole life, I've been pasting on a smile even when I'm not happy.

This has to change or I will kill myself. I can't live the lie any more.

Help me out, L?

Just this once-you've helped me before and that was hard.

This-This is easy. All you have to do is reply to this letter.

I know you can do this one thing for me, L.

Donec mortem nobis pars,

Annabeth

05/09/2013

Oh. My. God.

So I get home from work, let myself into the Chase's house, walk into the family room, and flop down on the couch…only to realize that I'm sitting under something hard.

I reach under the cushion and I pull out a book, and realize it's a diary.

So I open it-just to see whose it is and all-and quickly figure out that it's Annabeth's diary.

I probably shouldn't have read something that personal-considering that I'd hate for someone to be reading this; I mean, how embarrassing would that be, to have tons of Percy Jackson and the Olympians fans reading this.

Oh and will you look at that?

The author managed to distract you with her lame story references-but when I looked at contents, trying to figure out whom the diary belonged to, I saw the phrase "I will kill myself."

So I read it.

And I can't believe she's planning on killing herself.

And soon.

What. Do. I. Freaking. Do?

Confront her on my own?

Tell her parents?

Tell Hestia?

Call the suicide hotline?

All of the above?

And on a totally unrelated topic-who is this L character, and why is Annabeth writing letters in a diary and not sending them to this person?

Oh my god, my heart won't stop racing.

Okay, I've calmed a bit and I've made my decision.

I'm telling her parents, first thing tomorrow.

She'll hate me, but I won't ignore this.

I can't afford to-this is Annabeth and I can't go through this again.

A/N-Oooo tense. So yeahhh...