You may know me, my name is Percy Jackson, but for the past 50 years I've been calling myself Peter Johnson. (Thanks Mr. D) After they all disappeared, after she disappeared, I gave myself a normal life, I cut myself out from anyone that knew me. I couldn't blow my cover. So I went to a training center and I joined the FBI. I have been one of their best agents since the last demigod that joined the FBI. You'd be surprised how many unsolved cases were caused by monsters. So I did the job that the mortals couldn't, and the job that they could. The worst part of my job is this one missing persons report. All of the others I have solved except for this one, because if I did my cover would be completely blown out of the park. 18 years ago my mother, Sally Jackson, called everyday calling about her missing son. Saying that there was something extremely important he needed to know. And then she stopped calling, I was told that she had died and I almost broke. Out of everyone that I cut out of my life, she was the one that I knew I should have stayed with. But that apartment had too many of my Wise Girl's things. I had gone to her funeral, everybody that used to know me thought I was just paying my respects from the Feds. Apparently Paul had died a few years back, I never heard the news. What I did hear them talking about was a missing boy, I assumed it was me, but they said he was blonde so it couldn't be. I approached them, this is how the conversation went.

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"Excuse me, miss? Can you tell me who you're talking about?"

"Oh! Sorry you didn't really know Sally did you? His name is Charlie."

I pictured an exploding boat.

"Sally took him in about 8 years ago."

That's when the missing persons reports about me started.

"He's a gorgeous little boy. She was convinced he was her grandson."

I started choking, "GRANDSON!?"

She chuckled nervously, "Ya, that's why she was so interested in finding her son. Actually in her will she in trusted me with a note from his mother. Said if anyone asked show it to them, see if they can read it?"

Annabeth. "If they can read it?"

"Yes, it looks like its in ancient Greek."

"Can I take a quick peek, maybe?"

"Sure it's right here."

By the first sentence I was grinning. And then I realized something, if this boy was born 8 years ago, and he was Annabeth's and I's child, that meant that wherever she was time passed differently. By the time Annabeth finds a way out I might be 90 years old. I need to find a way to at least say goodbye.

"Wait, sir, can you...read it?"

"Umm, ya. I will be able to find the boy. Can I keep this?"

"Sure, she did mention that if anyone could read it to give it to them."

"Thank you very much."

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Ever since then I've switched my missing person's case to Charlie's. I just hope he's found a way to fight. Sadly my field operations are getting shorter and shorter, the Bureau is trying to get me behind a desk because of my age. But, they can't exactly do that until I stop meeting the requirements and I'm still faster and stronger than the youngest agents.

A voice shook me out of my thoughts, "Hey Agent Johnson!"

I looked up, it was my trainees, "Please, everyone call me Pete. Agent Johnson makes me feel old."

They smiled, "Ok, Pete. What are we doing today?"

"Today you guys are in for a treat. I have a field operation and you'll be joining me since there are only 3 of you."

One of them was a bulky girl that kind of reminded me of Clarisse, the other one looked like a son of Athena, and the third looked like a daughter of Hermes. It's funny that there are people that look like demigods, but definitely aren't because they're adults. I call them Ares, Athena, and Hermes. Ares is Lana, Athena is Kyle, and Hermes is Steve.

"Really?" Lana asked, "I hope we get to see some action."

I smirked knowing all too well what was bound to happen because of me. "Oh, trust me. You're gonna wish you didn't say that. I tend to draw attention to all of the action."

We started driving towards the destination, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Did you hear what's happening back home?"

"Ya, new kid, 'adventure', really important."

That sounded like home to me.

"Hey! Chatty Kathy's! We're here!"

We filed out of the car and wound up at the crime scene. I could tell immediately it was a 10 year old demigod. Just making his way towards camp, and he had no weapons on him. By the scorch and bite marks it looked like he was killed by a pack of empousa. 

I could hear the others gasp. Then I heard a crack and whipped around. I growled, I may not have been to camp in a while, but I definitely remember Lupa's training.

"Hahaha, would you look at this sisters. More food has arrived, just our luck."

"Get behind me. NOW!"

"NO! You don't know how to handle this!"

I glared at Kyle, "Watch me."

The second they emerged I recognized one of them, "Kelli."

"And who are you? Old man?"

I smirked, "Oh. You don't remember you're worst nightmare? Too bad, I would have enjoyed watching you're face."

As they all lunged at me I whipped out Riptide and uncapped it.

"Impossible! He took all of you!"

The kids gaped at me.

I slashed and dodged until the only remaining monster was Kelli.

"What. Do. You. Know."

My sword was to her neck.

"Why would I tell you? You'll kill me anyways. You've done it before."

"If you don't tell me now I'll make it more painful then it has to be."

"But, Agent Johnson! That's against the rules. Even though she is an empousa."

"Shut up and sit down! You have no idea of the rules of a demigod. You're the lucky ones. You're young enough to not know the pain."

"I think you know exactly what I know."

"It can't be him. He wouldn't do that."

"The supreme lord of Hell wouldn't do that? Really? You killed his wife, I think he'll do whatever he wants."

"What do you know of her."

Kelli just smirked evilly, "Give me all the torture you desire. I'm not telling you that."

I grinned, "Nah, I'll make this quick. Then he'll deal with you for spilling the beans."

Kelli started to protest, I cut her head off before a full word could form. 

"Who the hell are you?"

I glared at the three. Now I can tell they are obviously demigods. "I could ask you the same thing? Who sent you to find me? Was it the Drama Queen? Or was it the Cow Queen?"

"We don't even know who you are!"

"Ugh, well I definitely know who your parents are. Lana your dad is Ares. Steve your dad is Hermes. And Kyle your mom is Athena."

"H-How did you know that?"

"Because, I've beaten Ares before. Hermes and I are good friends. And Athena...Well I wouldn't say she hates my guts as much. But she will. She still hates me though."

"There's no way you beat MY dad."

"Oh, honey. I beat him with basically no training, and only like a week after I learned I was a demigod. Ares is a baby."

The three stared at me. They've probably never heard a living demigod talk bad about the gods.

"We're taking you back to camp."

"NO! I can't I promised myself I wouldn't!" 

"Why?"

I saw her, flashing across my mind so fast I couldn't tell which memory was which. Then I thought about the letter my mother had. I needed to find her, if she was still alive.

"Fine, I'll go. But we're going my way."

"Camp's only a few miles that way."

I smirked at the kids and let out a loud taxi whistle. I knew of three pegasi that would come, as well as a certain dog that will scare them shit-less.

From the shadows appeared Mrs. O'Leary.

"Watch out!"

"Hey girl! How's my favorite hell hound doing?"

She wagged her tail lightly.

"I know. I miss Neeks too."

Hey Boss! You called the three of us?

I smiled, I wasn't going to talk to Blackjack right now. I couldn't let them find out my godly parent.

"Okay! Two of you get on Porkpie. One of you get on Guido."

"H-how about you ride that thing. And I can ride the black one."

Blackjack almost kicked Steve in the gut. No one rides me besides Percy and- never mind!  And no one insults my best friend!

"Easy Blackjack. Steve, douchebag, Mrs. O'Leary is a nice hellhound. She helped defeat Kronos. And Blackjack's my ride. I just needed Mrs. O'Leary here so that Pelius would allow her into camp."

I hopped on Blackjack, I could feel their stares on my back.

Lana was staying kind of quiet for a child of Ares, Kyle was changing though. "How do you know these pegasi anyway? They've been at camp, you haven't, they wouldn't know you."

"For a child of Athena, your not that smart. Guido and Porkpie are two of the oldest pegasi at camp, they've known me since I was 12. And I saved Blackjack a long time ago, monsters were trying to use him because they thought he was bad. They thought he was a monster because he is the only black pegasi that has ever lived."

Then Blackjack took into the air, the demigods quickly jumped on the other two and went as fast as possible to catch up.

I hate empousi.

1,587 words. Hades Underpants. Sorry if it was a little long, I couldn't find a place to turn into a different chapter.