Cahill Camping Vacay

A/N: Hey guys. It's been awhile, but I've been busy with new stories for the 39 clues. This story takes place years after the Vespers. Natalie is still alive, because SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE DIED! (How'd she die, because I've only read up to a king's ransom.) Anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you think. And sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Note: Amy, Ian, Hamilton, Ned, Ted, Sinead- 17 years old

Jonah- 16

Dan, Natalie, Reagan, Madison- 15

Nellie- 25

Alistair, Fiske- 47

Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 clues, but if I do own the S'moreito name. (You'll see what I mean.)

"I can't believe your bringing us out here Fiske. This is a complete waste of time."

"I still can't believe you invited them."

The Cahills were currently on their way to their campsite, where Fiske had arranged for them all to stay for the next few days. And by 'them', I mean the Cahills, the Kabras, the Wizards, the Holt kids, the starlings, Alistair, Nellie, and of course, Fiske himself.

Their SUV was cruising down the dirt road, behind them was the other SUV, containing the starlings, the Holts, and Nellie.

Natalie glared at Dan. "Some people actually have lives, Daniel. Who ever heard of camping, when your a top- class agent, with billions at your disposal?"

"It's Dan, Cobra."

"Whatever."

In their SUV, Dan and Alistair were in the middle seat, while Ian and Natalie occupied the back. Amy rode shotgun while Fiske operated their vehicle.

"That is precisely the reason that you need to go camping. You've all been training long and hard. You've excelled past our top agents, who've been in the agency for years."

Everybody remained quiet, so Fiske continued. "The heads of the branches have held a meeting. They have agreed that you've all earned some time off. You need to enjoy your lives while your still young."

Natalie crossed her arms. "I don't see why we couldn't do something more interesting. How about a tropical island getaway? Or maybe a snowy mountain resort and spa?"

"Because, the trip is mine to plan out. Besides, you'd only stay inside, stuck on your phones and gadgets. In my day, we loved to swim, actually have fun in the sun."

Alistair tapped his cane irritably. "I don't see why I'm here. The hard ground isn't good for my back. Besides, I always hated the outdoors."

Fiske sighed. "You always pester me about giving you time off. And now you'll finally get it."

"Yes. But I wanted to spend it ON. MY. OWN."

"Beggars can't be choosers, my friend."

Everyone fell silent, each in their own little world. Dan looked out the window, watching the trees pass by. It was about noon, but the trees blocked out most of the sunlight.

They had just driven over a little stream, and the trees fell behind. The sunlight shone around them, making the atmosphere just a little cheerier.

Dan rolled down his window, sighing in content as his lungs filled with fresh air. "I can smell the ocean."

"Oh goodie. I can't wait to get sand in my luxurious hair, eat disgusting food that you call barbecue, and get unbearably painful sunburn."

"Are all Kabras so dramatic Ian, or is it just you?"

"It's just him."

"Thanks sis."

"Anytime Ian."

"We're here everybody!"

They all looked out the windows.

The area was very big, about the size of a football field. There were trees dotted here and there, right next to trash and recycling cans. Tables and benches were spread out through the park.

There was a two big bathrooms, one for boys and the other for girls. Next to the bathroom, was a paved area with six showers.

Fiske parked the car, and everybody got out. Nellie parked the other car and everyone gathered together, taking in their new campsite.

"I'm hungry.", Madison complained. "When's lunch?"

"It'll be ready soon. Why don't you go see if the others need help setting up?"

Alistair and Fiske had set up a pop up tent, with screen netting so they could prep the food with worrying about bugs.

Hamilton and Jonah were loading the coolers with sodas, juices, bottles of water, gallons of Oj and milk, and everything else that you would want to drink.

Ned and the other boys had just finished setting up the tents. There were four huge tents, stocked with sleeping bags, mattresses, blankets, comforters, pillows, and everything else they needed.

In the first tent, there was Madison, Reagan, and Nellie. The second held Amy, Sinead, and Natalie. Fiske and Alistair occupied the third tent, while Ted, Ned, Ian, and Phoenix would sleep in the last tent.

Dan, Hamilton, and Jonah had strung up their hammocks. There were a few trees that were close enough to tie their hammocks on.

Ned and Ted had built a water filtration device and attached it to the faucet. They filled the water gallons for cooking, then ran a retractable hose to the faucet. "It's perfectly safe.", they assured everyone. "It's been designed to filter saltwater into fresh water, so it can filter this water into fresh, pure, and clean water. And it tastes great too."

Nellie was currently cooking, grilling up burgers, hot dogs, and steaks on their brand new grill. Meanwhile, Amy and Sinead were busy in the food tent, chopping veggies for the burgers and salads, and cooking white rice. The starlings had brought a portable, solar generator that could power an entire city.

"Look out! Coming through!"

Reagan, Phoenix, Ian and Madison walked pass, carrying a huge, clear, pop-up tent. They positioned it around the tables and chairs, so they would have some shelter for the night.

"Hamilton!" Reagan yelled. "We need the pegs!"

Hamilton closed the cooler cover, walked over to the pegs, and carried them over to the girls. He started pounding the pegs into each of the four corners.

When he finished, he helped Dan string lights under the tent so they would have light to cook tonight.

Even Natalie had found something mildly fun to do. She walked around with a machete, striking down branches for tonight. Ted followed behind, picking up the pieces.

No responsible adult would give a 15 year old a blade, but she'd handled swords, daggers, and guns while training, so Fiske knew she could be trusted.

They had just set the fire wood down when Nellie called, "Lunch!"

Twelve pairs of feet ran to the table, where it was being set with salads, burgers, steak, chips, rice, and hot dogs. Plates, forks, and napkins were handed out as the Cahills sat around the two connected tables. On the left side were Ned, Reagan, Sinead, Amy, Alistair, Dan and Jonah. On the other side was Ted, Madison, Hamilton, Ian, Natalie and Phoenix, while Fiske and Nellie sat at opposite ends of the table.

Fiske cleared his throat. "Alright now. Join hands please."

Everyone joined hands, although the wizards and Kabras looked a little surprised by this.

"Amy? Would you like to say grace?"

Amy bit her lip. "Thank you for this wonderful day that you've given us. Thank you for bringing us together at this table, and please bless this food that we have prepared. In Jesus' name, Amen."

"Amen." everyone chorused.

They all dug in, reaching for things and stuffing their faces.

Laughter and chatter was everywhere. Ned and Ted were discussing a blueprint that they had designed for an automatic guitar to Phoenix and Jonah.

"That's so cool!" Phoenix loved everything about music, no matter what genre.

"You should try inventing an automatic drum set." Jonah joked.

Ned's eyes widened. Ted's fork was suspended in the air, halfway to his mouth. "Have you been talking to Sinead?"

Meanwhile, Hamilton was discussing the topic of darts with Ian. "It's about luck Ian."

"Accuracy. It's all accuracy Hamilton."

Hamilton snorted. "Accuracy has nothing to do with it. Its a game of chance, trust me."

Ian nodded. "Right. Because the LUCIAN, who uses DARTS, whose ancestor was skilled in using DARTS, has a sister who owns a DART GUN, and has won several DART contests, knows nothing about darts."

"Exactly. Glad we cleared this up, Ian."

Farther down the table, Alistair was regaling his s'more burrito tale to Sinead and Amy.

"Uncle Alistair, how about using a cinnamon and brown sugar tortilla, with chocolate fudge and melted marshmallows?"

Alistair froze. "Cinnamon and brown sugar... I never thought of that before. I like it! I'll call it... 'The 'Oh'range dream'."

"Umm.. that doesn't quite fit."

"Hmm... Ooh! How about... 'Choco Taco'? Huh?"

Amy shook her head. "It's a burrito. Besides, that's already used."

Dan looked over. "Your asking the wrong people, Uncle Alistair. You should be asking us boys."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. What would you call it?"

Dan popped a chip into his mouth. "It's a burrito right? Filled with S'mores. So how about S'moreito?"

The boys nodded in approval. Alistair's eyes widened. "Brilliant! I'll call it 's'moreito'! And I'll give each of you three 10% of every 'S'moreito' sold!"

They shook hands, then went on to discuss other possible fillings from fruits to PB&J.

Even Nellie had started giving tips to Reagan about cooking.

"So you let the noodles boil until they become soft. Then you take them out, strain them in a colander, and rinse them in cold water. That's called 'shocking' the noodles. Then throw them back into a pot, and mix in the ground beef, already cooked, pasta sauce, and mix. Or you can leave the noodles on the side, and just mix the ground beef and sauce. Then everyone can scoop their own onto their noodles. Either way works."

Reagan blinked. "That's how you make spaghetti? Seems like a lot of hard work."

"It is. Maybe I'll show you how sometime."

"Yeah! And if it doesn't work out, I'll just heat up some chef boyarde."

"Good idea."

Fiske smiled. This was going great. They were getting along just fine. Why hadn't he thought of this before?

Dan got out of his seat and went to the cooler. "Anybody want anything?"

"I'll take a coke!" Hamilton voice was muffled from the hotdogs stuffed in his mouth.

"Make that two."

"I'll take an Orange soda."

"Diet coke for me."

"Capri sun please."

"Vitamin water: XXX."

Dan chucked the drinks to their owners. They caught them easily, and Dan closed the cooler, popping open his own Monster energy drink.

Nellie looked at Dan. "You know those aren't good for you. They have a lot of sugar."

"It says 'sugar free', nells."

Hamilton shrugged. "Can't argue with that logic."

Natalie munched a carrot stick, dipped in Italian dressing. "What do we do at night?"

"Tell Ghost stories."

"Sit by the campfire."

"Go swimming."

"Eat S'mores."

The boys grinned. "It's not a campfire without s'mores."

Fiske took a sip of his diet coke. "How about you guys go swimming after lunch. Everything's ready for tonight, so go have a little fun."

After lunch, everybody went their own ways.

Nellie, Natalie, and Sinead went down to the beach to sun bath in private and Reagan and Madison were riding on their tricked out golf cart. Phoenix and Amy were sitting under the shade: Phoenix was busy sketching, and Amy was absorbed in her book. Ted and Ned were playing online multiplayer for call of duty: black ops 2 on their psp's. Meanwhile, Alistair and Fiske were relaxing in the shade.

About ten yards away from the others, Dan, Jonah, Ian, and Hamilton were enjoying a nice, calm, friendly game of horseshoes.

"Cmon maggot! You have one horseshoe left, and we're down by two points! You cannot afford to screw this up! Do you understand me?!"

"Ham! Wat up wit the marine talk?"

"Sorry. I'm a Tomas. It's in my blood, I guess."

Jonah and Hamilton were on one team, while Ian and Dan were the other. The score was 20-18, and the first team to 21 wins.

As the others watched, Jonah released the horseshoe. It flew in the air... and landed two feet from the peg. Jonah groaned, while Hamilton buried his face in his hands.

Dan and Ian grinned. They just needed one point. Jonah and Hamilton tried to psych Dan out, but it didn't work. They could only watch as the shoe flew in the air... landing right on the peg.

Dan pumped his fist. "Yes! Ringer!"

Ian dusted his hands. "That's game."

Hamilton's voice was muffled through his hands. "Two outta three?"

"Maybe later. I wanna go swimming."

-Five minutes later-

Dan, Phoenix, Hamilton, Jonah, Ned, Ted and Ian were enjoying the cool, refreshing ocean. Dan and Phoenix were sharing a boogie board, Ted and Ted floated on silly noodles, and Ian, Jonah and Hamilton lounged on inner tubes.

After awhile, Ned, Ted, and Phoenix drifted off on their own, leaving Dan, Ian, Jonah, and Hamilton.

Hamilton was lying on the tube, checking on what the girls were doing, when he heard someone snicker. He turned around, to see that it was Jonah. "What's so funny?"

Apparently, he didn't understand. Dan and Ian, who were drifting in peace, paddled over to see what was up.

Jonah put on a straight face. "Oh nothing. I just saw you eyeing Sinead for what has got to be the tenth time today."

Hamilton turned red with embarrassment. "I wasn't looking at her! Besides, I'm not the one with girl issues, right Ian?"

The Lucian crossed his arms. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Dan paddled over next to Jonah. "Oooh, things just got good."

"Ya know. The whole scandal with you and Amy? Ring any bells?"

Dan scoffed. "Never mind."

Ian held Hamilton's gaze. "I don't know what your talking about."

Ham rolled his eyes. "Oh come on Ian! Don't deny it. You got it bad for her dude."

Jonah nodded, jerking his thumb in Hamilton's direction. "He ain't lyin."

"There's nothing between us, alright?"

Jonah nodded sympathetically. "Denial. First sign of love."

"Hello! That happens to be my sister your talking about."

Ian smirked. "What about you Dan? Taking any interest in a girl? Maybe a... um... Lucian perhaps?"

Hamilton scratched his chin. "Yunno, opposites usually attract."

It took awhile for the words to sink in. "What?! Are you suggesting that I'm crushing on... her?!"

He pointed a finger in Natalie's direction.

Ian shrugged. "You guys bicker like couples."

Jonah nodded. "You even have nicknames for each other."

Hamilton snickered. "You should let her know how you feel."

Dan scoffed. "Look who's talking. Big, bad, Tomas. Falling for an Ekat. Now I've seen everything. By the way, am I gonna be your best man at the wedding?"

The others laughed as Hamilton's face turned beat red. "Shut up." He muttered.

-Meanwhile, on the beach-

Madison and Reagan were currently digging a hole big enough for their dad to stand in. Sinead and Amy were reading their books, while Natalie and Nellie continued to sunbath.

They could hear the boys laughing, razzing each other down.

Nellie sat up. "What do you think they're talking about?"

Natalie shrugged. "Probably girls."

Madison flew a shovelful of sand out of the hole. "Well then, Amy's definitely a topic."

Said Cahill blushed, while the other girls just nodded.

"I don't know what your talking about, Maddy."

Sinead snorted. "Oh, come on. We all know you and Ian have something going on, even if you two don't. It's not rocket science, Ames."

Again, everyone nodded.

Amy put down her book. "What about you, Mrs. Sinead Holt?"

The girls burst out laughing, only Sinead and Madison scowled. "That's not funny. And I don't even like him."

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh. And I'm not a Lucian."

"You won't be, once you and Dan get married."

Natalie whipped off her shades, while everyone giggled.

Nellie wiped a tear from her eye. "Can I plan your honeymoon?"

Another fit of laughter passed through the group. Natalie's face was the color of a tomato. "I am not marrying Daniel!"

"It's DAN!"

Reagan batted her eyelashes. "You guys even argue like a couple. What's your couple name going to be: Natan, or Danatalie?"

Natalie glared at the other girl. "What's your's gonna be? Teagan? Or Neagan? Maybe even pheagan? Oh, the possibilities."

The others laughed, even Madison. "We're getting off topic. We were talking about Amian."

"Amian? Oh! Amy and Ian. Amian... I like it. It'll look good on the wedding invitations, don't you think?" Nellie mused, which led to another round of giggles at Amy's expense.

"Let's go Ian!"

"Hold on! It takes a while to look good."

"In that case, we'll be here all night!"

The boys laughed. Ian came outside of the bathroom, and the laughter intensified.

Dan wiped his eyes. "Dude, what are you wearing?"

Ian had on pink, silk pj's with flowers and stems on them.

Hamilton struggled to catch his breath. "Pink pj's? Really?"

Ian glared. "They were white! But they got mixed in with the reds."

Jonah was rolling on the ground, clutching his sides. "Really Ian? Flowers-"

"They're cherry blossoms! They represent tranquility."

"- and stems?"

"Those are bamboo poles!"

Phoenix held his hand up, signaling to stop. "Stop. Le- let me catch my-" The boys all dropped to the floor, racked with laughter. Ian stomped to camp, where the sound of the girls' hysterical giggling echoed through the night.

Dinner that night consisted of chicken alfredo, in white cheddar sauce, with garlic bread on the side. The food was excellent, and the atmosphere was cheery.

After dinner, everyone quickly cleaned up. Ted, Ned, and Sinead were boiling hot water on the grill. Amy and Natalie were filling mugs with cocoa powder and marshmallows. Reagan was breaking Graham crackers in half, while Madison was putting pieces of chocolate on them. Phoenix was busy finding skewers for roasting marshmallows.

"Make way! Hotness coming through... and brownies too."

Everyone turned to see Nellie carrying a pan of gooey, moist, and chocolatey brownies.

Amy looked at her. "How did you bake brownies?"

"Ned set up a portable oven. Now let's enjoy."

Everyone settled down and the lights were turned off as brownies, marshmallows, s'mores, and hot cocoa were passed around, making everybody feel warm and toasty.

The brownies melted in your mouth, and the corners were crispy, while the center was gooey. Every bite had warm chocolate chips inside.

Ned swallowed his sixth brownie whole. "Man Nellie. You bake amazing brownies. You have to teach Sinead."

He glanced around, before leaning in. "She's a terrible baker." he whispered. "But don't tell her I said that."

"I heard that!"

Ned flinched. "Love you too, sis!"

Meanwhile, Amy and Dan were trying to teach Ian and Natalie how to roast marshmallows.

"Amy! It's on fire! Quick! Take it!"

Ian practically threw the stick at her. Amy blew the fire off the marshmallow and showed him how to make a s'more. "And then, you cover it in another Graham cracker. Now you bite."

Ian cautiously took a nibble. "This is great. And I made it all by myself!".

Amy snorted.

Dan wasn't having it so easy. "Grab the stick! What are you scared of?"

Natalie shrieked. "It's on fire! Quick, put it out!"

"You have to blow it out!" Dan tried not to laugh.

After a few tries, Natalie finally managed to extinguish the flame. "It's totally burnt! This is all your fault!"

"Me?! Your supposed to eat it like that!"

Natalie wouldn't eat the marshmallow, and demanded that Dan make her a new one.

"I want it brown, not charred."

Dan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Do you want to take it?"

Silence. "Didn't think so."

Dan showed Natalie how to make a Nutella s'more. "What's that blackish, brownish spread your putting on?"

"It's Nutella. It's a hazelnut spread."

Dan finished assembling it, and handed it to her. "Go ahead."

Natalie took a small bite, chewing delicately. Her eyes widened. "This is delicious. Why haven't I had this before?"

"Because it's very fattening."

Natalie finished the s'more, and her nails and makeup looked perfect. "Note to self: hire s'more chef."

Fiske cleared his throat. "Alright, settle down. It's time for some ghost stories."

The boys, Nellie, and Madison cheered, while the other girls looked nervous.

The campfire cast an eerie shadow over his face, making him look sinister. "Let's begin."

_END CHAPTER 1_

A/N: So? How do you guys like it so far? I've tried to keep them in character, but they've grown up a little so they're more mature. Remember to review, fave, and follow. It means a lot. Thanks!