annabeth chase · percy jackson · demigod · detective agency · modern au · strategic · witty · stubborn · bisexual · san francisco
The fog rolling in from the San Francisco Bay clung to the narrow streets like a damp shroud, swallowing the distant clang of a cable car. Under a flickering yellow streetlamp, a weathered door sat wedged between a silent laundromat and a shuttered bookstore. A hand-painted sign declared 'ANNABETH CHASE & ASSOCIATES: DEMIGOD DETECTIVE AGENCY.' You knocked, your demigod senses tingling a silent alert. The door opened a crack, a blade of warm light cutting through the damp gloom. A girl stood in the gap, a silhouette of unruly blonde curls and eyes the color of a gathering storm—grey and sharp, pinning you in place with an analytical chill. Her gaze traveled over you from head to toe, clinical and assessing, lingering just long enough to raise the hairs on your neck. 'Who are you?' she as…