PERCY POV

It was a fairly normal day at the office where I work. Routine is how we operate, even though we didn't realize it. Our receptionist, Hazel, said hi when I walked in and tossed me my keys. I walked through her office and stopped by the lounge to get some coffee.

Nico, just about the quietest guy in the entire building, is always there before me. He leaves out the sugar for me and the creamer for his partner, Thalia. The three of us have grown up together, so it only seems right we would look out for each other. We talk while we make our coffee, then we split up.

After that, I walk through Katie's section to get to mine. A few words about Katie: she is the sweetest, most innocent Southern doll you'll ever meet. Unless you irritate her. Then you'll wish you had never been born. That girl grew up on a ranch in west Texas. I'm willing to bet she can almost bench as much as I can. She can be fun, funny, and sarcastic. But it bugs her when people take things too far. I take an orange Post-It note off of her desk and stick it to her forehead. Katie takes it off, re-sticks it to the rest of the pad, and tries to trip me on my way out.

Katie's partner is so relaxed about everything you'd never picture them as partners. That would be Travis Stoll, the biggest practical joker ever. The only things he takes seriously are family, work, and all relationships: partners, coworkers, girls (especially girls). He irritates Katie to no end, but I think he grows on her a little every day.

I finally make it to my office. But first I have to walk through my partner's section. My partner is Jason Grace: one of the strongest leaders I've ever met. I always mess with him, saying he should have been a politician. I can easily see him as President. He's not driven by females as easily as other guys in our office *cough* Travis and Leo *cough* but I can tell he wants a relationship. He kind of needs one, too. Some levelheaded girl that can keep him steady, but not lovesick or all mushy-brained.

I sit down at my desk and call in an order of doughnuts. Everyone always jokes with me about it, but I don't really care. It's easier and less time wasting than walking all the way across the street to pick them up. It's so much effort. I buzz Frank (chief security guard) about it over the intercom, and he says he'll bring them to the lounge (and hide my blueberry-filled ones). Frank is one of the best friends a guy could ask for.

A few minutes after I sit down, the secretary/strategist/computer geek comes in with ten million folders of stuff for me to go through. The multitasking woman is Annabeth. She is amazing at what she does, and she does a lot. No matter what Travis tells you, I have never in my life called her hot. I said attractive, not hot. There is a difference. Annabeth reminds me of Katie, minus the growing up on a farm and all of the country music. They're both hell on heels (except they don't wear heels if they don't have to).

Annabeth's partner is Piper McLean. She's fairly new to our office, but she's a transfer. She's awesome at her jobs too. Piper is fitting in really well. I can easily see her as a little sister. Piper takes the files after I fill them out and brings them to the lab.

Down in the lab, Will takes the files. He's our science person. For whatever reason he is infatuated with the human body. But other than that he's normal. Except, you know, he was born good looking and has a voice that proves he shouldn't be working in a small Manhattan office.

In our repair room, we have Leo and his partner Nyssa. They are gifted with tools. You can give them a scrap of metal and they'll give you back a stapler. It's crazy.

You may be wondering where exactly we work. Just so you know, this is highly confidential information. Like, no one can know about this. We are a team of America's finest spies and cops.

If you know who I am, you're probably wondering What kind of idiot let him work at a crime-solving office? Well, I'm still wondering that. You can look at my records; I'm kind of notorious for being irresponsible. Yet they stuck me in charge of reviewing very important criminal profiles anyway.

The call for the job came out of the blue. I hadn't applied, or done anything special. A week later I was sworn into the job for life and I met my coworkers. They're interesting people, some more than others. Our adventures together are so unbelievable I wouldn't believe them had I not been there.

ANNABETH POV

I clicked the print button on my computer and saved all of the files to my flash drive. I turned the radio on and closed my eyes while I waited on the papers to finish printing. Another day at work. I leaned around the grey divider on my large desk and looked over to Piper.

"Hey, you get a name yet?" Piper shook her head.

"These people don't match any of our descriptions and they fall off the face of the earth after they finish their work. It's creepy." I shrugged and held out a Styrofoam plate to her.

"Kolache?" Piper recoiled.

"Vegetarian for the most part. Have you ever driven past one of those meat processing places? They are disgusting." They are disgusting, but it's what happens. It doesn't bother me.

I turned back around and pulled up Identify on my iPad. Identify is a special app people like us created to help us locate criminals easier. All you have to do is enter in the key traits of a person and their recent activity and it can locate anyone. It's pretty fun looking people up when it's not for work. Piper slid one of the files to me. I looked at the main page, the blanks filled with Piper's pretty handwriting.

Profile 01972386

Gender: Female Approx. Age: 19-23 Height: 5'6-5'8

Weight: 122 min. Area: Black Diamond, FL Wanted by: USA, France

I keyed in that information. Millions of hits popped up. I flipped to page 5 of the folder- physical appearance characteristics (PAC): Latina, bronze skin, obsidian eyes, few freckles, no acne, dark black hair, wavy hair, dimples, and a small scar shaped like a letter C under her left ear. We were narrowed down to about 17 women. I flipped through the folder again, looking for unique facts. Finally I reached one: Does almost everything left-handed. I added that to the description. The count went from 17 to 4. One of them was Nyssa because we had been down in Black Diamond last week scoping out the scene. Another one was Hazel, for the same reason. Even though Hazel isn't Latina, she's still dark. That's down to two. Both unlisted. Perfect.

I copied the file and picked up the stack of papers. Right when I opened the door, it went back against me. I almost lost my footing. It was just Percy's partner Jason. I sighed heavily, trying to catch my breath. He held up a hand.

"My bad, Annabeth. Just saying your precious cinnamon doughnuts are going up for auction in five."

My grey eyes narrowed. I could feel them move, which was kind of cool and kind of creepy.

"If they're gone by the time I get down there I will kill you all."

Jason gestured to the mountain of papers in my hands. "Want me to get that for you?"

Be responsible and don't get doughnuts, or get breakfast. Eh, what the heck. I do my job 7/7 days a week. I gave him the papers, and he moved out of the way so I could leave. Jason nodded to Piper. Piper smiled back and turned around again.

I made a beeline for the lounge, but I hesitated at the door. Was Jason serious about an auction over my doughnuts? I pressed my ear to the door, which was usually open. Red flag number one.

"That's seventy-five cents for one doughnut; can I get $1.50 for two?" I heard Leo's voice calling out prices and numbers of doughnuts.

"I want three for $2.00." I heard Travis.

"Three for two, can I get four for $3.50?" Leo continued. I opened the door.

"How about I get all five for free because they're mine?"

Will hit the table."God dang it he was serious about telling her."

I took the bag of doughnuts, gave them all a pointed look, and went back to my office. I rolled my eyes. Men can be so immature.

TRAVIS POV

All I wanted was three doughnuts, is that really too much to ask? I left the lounge and went back to my section. Brad Paisley hit my ears immediately. I knocked loudly on our door until Katie turned it down to see what on the earth was interrupting her moment of peace.

"Please turn that hick trash off."

Katie crossed her arms."It is not hick trash. And it's not that ridiculous so-called rap you play."

I feigned hurt. "Katie darling, that is not ridiculous so-called rap! That is my lifeline!"

By then she was just irritated. Probably about the darling. Good; I was doing my job. I sat down at my desk and pulled up iFunny. Every now and then I'd laugh and Katie would look up. My technical job is to get inside of the criminal's mind and plan out an entire scheme from within. The only problem is they still haven't found our criminals. So I basically do nothing except get paid. True story.

Katie went on with her business. Eventually iFunny got old, and it went to pictures I have seen millions of times. Literally millions, you have no idea how easily I get bored. I pulled up Microsoft Word and started typing away. What was I doing, you may ask. Easy. I was writing a love letter to Annabeth.

DO NOT FREAK OUT. I don't like her likethat. I signed the letter from Percy and sent it to Katie. She noticed it a few minutes later. I know this because she shot me a strange look before clicking on something. She started reading and scrolling, her green eyes getting bigger by the paragraph. I was really impressed by my work. Then she started laughing. Loudly.

"What?" I asked. Katie scrolled up a little bit.

" 'I have never seen blonde curls as golden as yours. It is as if the sun donated its rays just for your hair because it knew how special you would be.' Really, Travis?"

I shrugged. "And I repeat, what? I think it sounds romantic."

Katie gave me a half-hearted "hahaha".

"I think it's incredibly cheesy. Who took you to go see The Vow?"

The Vow? God no! That is the worst chick flick I have ever seen! And yes, I saw it. That's what I get for promising some teenage cashier anything if she didn't tell her boss I knocked over the crate of onions. And technically I didn't. It was the man-ogre in line in front of me, who rudely and loudly blamed it on me. Apparently I was easy to read, because Katie laughed again.

"You did see it! Even I haven't gone to see it, Travis. Work on your romance. It's pretty sad."

Pick up line idea! "Not as sad as your ex-boyfriend." I replied coolly. Katie gave me a look.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

I leaned back in my chair. "I'd hate to be the guy that had to leave someone as fine as you."

Katie gave me another fake "hahaha". And that time I even got the eye-roll. I'm so super-de-duper-de special, aren't I?

"Did you seriously call me 'fine'? Like I said, work on the romance." She went back to typing.

Just like that. I really shouldn't have cared; it wasn't even a real asker-outer. But still. She resisted getting her piece of this? I made a neutral gesture with my hands.

"Depends, did you seriously just say 'no'?" Katie slid her tongue across her bottom lip and nodded. She grinned and stood up, grabbing her empty coffee cup.

"As a matter of fact yes, yes I did tell you no." She walked out of the room. From the end of the hall, where everyone in the entire freaking building could hear her, she yelled, "THAT MEANS YOU JUST GOT REJECTED TRAVIS!"

"REJECTION!" I heard Leo and Percy yell. Such good friends they are. I replied,

"At least I asked a girl out, Percy! I don't see you in Annabeth's office." Sometimes I felt like I was the only one that could see they were going to happen.

"Because the almighty Percy Jackson is scared of rejection." Annabeth called back. I laughed. That much was obvious.

"Would I get rejected?" Percy asked. I could almost see Piper and Annabeth whispering to each other.

"It depends, who are you asking out?" Piper countered.

Percy didn't respond. Success! I heard the girls high-five each other. The entire office went into an awkward silence for a good minute or two. I went to my music and turned up Whistle by Flo Rida. Just to irritate Katie.

She walked back in and narrowed her eyes at me. I shrugged innocently.

"I like my music, you like yours."

Katie sighed. "Why is it so difficult— "

I cut her off with my hand. "It's not. You just put your lips together and come real close—"

Katie pushed my chest, making me sit back in my chair again.

"You are impossible."

"Thank you, my darling Katie." She shot a rubber band at my head. A token of affection. Score!

That's all I have so far. Like it? Hate it? Leo will protect me from all flames! (Though for some strange reason I'd like to hear them…) Constructive criticism appreciated. Peace, love, and girl scout cookies.