Hey everyone.

Well, it's my first 39 Clues story, so please be nice with reviews at first, I just really want to know if the plot is good and if you would like to see it continued. Sorry the first chapter is a little short, a do apologize for that. I usually have about chapters that have 1500 words so this is about 400 words shorter, so I am sorry again!

This story takes place between Shatterproof and Trust No One (Which comes out TOMORROW by the way). And I do not have a cover, but I will hopefully have one soon! No promises though!

Summary:

"A prank. A joke. It can't be real!" It was all Amy Cahill could think as she received the second letter written from her "mom" who died many years ago. Are they really alive? Or is it what Amy thinks? When Amy discovers a different evil is after her, she may never trust a single person again... not even her own brother.

Disclaimer:

I only say this once at the beginning of the story, because I am very forgetful, so since this is the first chapter, then I need to say this now. I don't own 39 Clues. I do fully respect the owners and authors of the series very, very much for creating such an awesome story, and never giving up on the series!

The Telegram

Amy Cahill's fingers were rapidly moving over the keyboard in the Cahill Mansion. It was dark outside, nearly midnight as the rain slammed into the glass window of Amy's bedroom. Dan had been asleep, their two guest had been asleep, and she had only been thought to be asleep.

The only light in her room as the bright screen of her monitor shining into her emerald green eyes. Amy loved research. She enjoyed it like a little kid enjoyed ice cream. She loved to learn new things.

Her home was dead silent, except for Dan snoring across the hall and the soft, almost silent buzz the computer made, that's why Amy had jumped to hear a knock at the front door. It was eleven fifty-three, and there was a thud at the door. Amy's heart skipped a beat, as thirteen year old Dan walked into her room. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the light that her computer produced as her rubbed and squinted them. "Aren't you going to get that?" Her brother asked her.

"Dan, go back to bed. It was probably just a tree knocking against the house. The wind is pretty strong tonight," Amy told her little brother, not bothering taking her eyes off the screen. She was determined to find the answer she was looking for. But Dan didn't obey her command. He came closer to Amy, without her realizing and peeked at the monitor.

"What are you doing?" He asked, and Amy jumped slightly and and closed the opened windows, and turned off the computer and the room went pitch black.

"Going to bed," She said as she sat into her comfy mattress, and pulled the covers on top of her sixteen year old body. "Which, you should be doing the exact same thing."

"You were researching something Amy. What was it?"Amy hated to lie to her brother, that's why she forced herself to tell the truth.

"The Vespers haven't asked us to complete a ransom for them in two months Dan, that's why we came back to Attleboro. Just doing research on the hostages. Please, Dan, go to sleep!"

Dan spun around. He began to head back to his bedroom, but before her left Amy's, the sound came again. "Well, if you aren't going to answer it, then I will!" Dan started his way downstairs and Amy began to follow his footsteps. Dan unlocked the door and pulled it opened. A man stood outside, his face showed no emotion. His arm stretched out, holding an envelope in his hand.

"Telegram for Ms. and Mr. Amy and Daniel Cahill," He said. Dan pulled the thick paper from his hands with a smile.

"Cool, thanks bro!" Amy's brother said in excitement as if he never received mail before. Amy snatched the envelope from Dan's hand, and began to shut the door as she thanked the guy. She flick the living room light on, and before she knew it, Atticus and Jake Rosenbloom came tumbling down the stairs. They were staying in the Cahill mansion as well, waiting for the next command from the Vespers.

"What is that?" Jake asked.

"Telegram," Amy said, busting the paper opened. She pulled out a piece of thin paper. Dan's head tilted as his sister read the paper in her head.

"What's it say?" Atticus asked he had no glasses on so when Amy looked up to see him, she didn't recognize him for a second. The redhead folded the paper into a square, and slipped it into the pocket of her cotton candy pink and blue striped pajama pants.

"It's nothing. Go back to bed," She told everyone. Dan crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Come on Amy, what's on the paper?" Dan asked his sister. "It wasn't just addressed to you, it was meant for the two of us!"

"It's absolutely nothing Dan, just some sick prank, that's all. Who sends a telegram at twelve at night?" Amy said and started her way upstairs. "Turn off the light behind you please, Dan." Dan rolled his eyes and turned off the living room lights and went to bed.

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Amy locked her bedroom door and turned on her table lamp as she curled under the sheets of her bed, pulling the folded paper out. It was the second time this week she and Dan had gotten a letter from someone, but Dan didn't know about the first one. "It's false Amy," Amy whispered to herself. "They're dead. I witnessed it. They've died ten years ago."

Dan had believed his father was alive, from the fact he'd been receiving text from him. But Amy told him it was false. She told him the Vespers would do anything to get in their minds. Plus, what horrified Amy and Dan so much was the fact that their father was a Vesper. That terrorist organization would do anything to get what they want. Kill. Lie. Spy. Fake.

Amy heard the crunch of the paper as she balled it up and threw it into the trash can. Her face turned red as her eyes began to fill with tears. She wished what was on the discarded paper was real. That her parents never died. She would do anything to have Grace back alive, and go beyond anything for her mother and father. She wanted to believe it was real. She missed them too much. She loved them too much. Not a day went by that she didn't want to see her father enter through the front door of the house that Isabel set to flames. She wished she stilled lived in that house. But that house has been gone too long, and she and Dan had to live with horrible Aunt Beatrice.

Amy wiped away the drooling tears with her sleeve, a turned the lamp off. As she drifted off to sleep, all she could think about was the letter, the letter that was now crumbled in the garbage:

Dear Amy & Dan,

I know it's hard to believe. You've been through a lot since the fire... especially after your grandmother's death. But, I need your trust, your faith, but most importantly... you. I know I have a lot of explaining to do. If you come to see me tomorrow, by the fountain in the park we used to go to, at noon, I know I will have your trust, we know we'll have your trust.

Love Forever and Always,

Your Mother and Father

As she slept, all she could do was wonder about that letter, and the previous note that was very similar. Whoever was trying to get to them, was probably desperate. Amy was going to go to the fountain the next day, but she wasn't going to take her little brother with her. Whoever was trying to contact the two siblings, could get to her. She wouldn't dare to let anything happen to Dan.

Thanks for reading, and hopefully I will update soon! Please review and tell me what you think!

-Michelle Loves Chocolate 99