Author's Note:

So this is the Fifth Night. As I said, there's no real reason to read the other stories. All you need to know is that Maggie broke a tv set and is now being punished. She goes through the movie, (tries not to die), and then wakes up the next day.

Sorry it took me a while to post. I lent my copy of National Treasure out and I just now got it back. Hope that everyone enjoys this! Thank you if you are following this story from the last night!

I've reposted since there was a problem with the first one.

Previously:

"Why won't anyone believe me?!?" I asked Philo Farnsworth as he appeared next to me.

"I'm sure you're a very persuasive person," the gloating man told me, "but you'll still find it next to impossible to convince anyone that what you are talking about is true. You're better just shutting your mouth and accepting your punishment."

"So what movie is it this time?" I asked.

"National Treasure," the ghost/hallucination told me with his usual evil grin, "you are a recently fired FBI agent."

"Sounds fun," I growled at him.

"Maybe not for you," he replied, "but it's a lot of fun for me!"

Chapter #1:

I was sitting outside the FBI building, and I was very depressed. And when I say depressed, I mean that I had been sitting on the same bench for almost five hours without moving. I hadn't even gotten up to eat.

You see I had just been fired from the FBI, and it had not been pretty. To cut the story short let's just say that I was not expecting to receive a positive recommendation from them.

"Is it really so hard to believe that someone's going to try to steal the Declaration of Independence?" a man asked. I turned to see two men exiting the FBI building, both of them looked discouraged.

"The FBI gets ten thousand tips a week," the second man told the first man, "they're not going to worry about something they're sure is safe."

They sounded a little like the average crazy conspiracy theory person. But they didn't look the same as the hundreds of others I had encountered. With nothing better to do I stood up and casually followed, eavesdropping.

"But anyone that can do anything is going to think we're crazy," the first man said. He was shorter and had darker hair. I was guessing the taller one was in charge. "And anyone crazy enough to believe us isn't going to want to help," he continued.

"We don't need someone crazy," the taller man pointed out, "but one step short of crazy." Hmm, I think my boss had just used the turn of phrase to describe me this morning during the whole firing scene. "What do you get?"

Well apparently according to my former boss that was me. But the shorter man wasn't thinking of me.

"Obsessed," he answered.

"Passionate," the other man corrected. He looked back and noticed that I was obviously listening in on their conversation. "Are you following us?" he demanded. Damn, busted.

"Maybe," I answered.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name's Maggie," I told them, "I'm recently unemployed."

"What do you want?" the shorter man asked.

"You're desperate for help," I shrugged, "and I'm desperate to get my job at the FBI back. It seems that maybe we could help each other out."

"You're willing to believe us?" the taller man demanded.

"Hey," I confessed, "I'm willing to believe anything if I can do something to get my job back." The two men exchanged looks.

"All right," the taller one said finally, "there is something that you could do. We," he indicated himself and the other man, "have another stop to make. But if you could call around to people you know in the FBI maybe you can get attention we couldn't."

"I can try," I said doubtfully.

"Do you know where the DC Diner is?" I nodded yes. "How about we meet there in two hours?"

"Sounds good," I answered. The two men began to walk away. "Hey," I called, "you didn't tell me your names."

"I'm Ben," the taller one answered, "and he's Riley."

"-and then Ben lit a flare," Riley said, "and pointed out to Ian and Shaw that they were both standing in a pile of gunpowder."

Riley was telling me all about how Ian Howe had betrayed them north of the Artic Circle. I hadn't even met the guy and I already hated him. We were sitting in the DC Diner sipping our drinks and waiting for the food to come.

"I definitely did not like the plan," he continued, "but it was the only thing we could do. But it didn't faze Ian, he is unflappable. He asked Ben what he needed to know. So Ben threw the flare at them. Ian caught it, but then all of the sudden his whole arm burst into flames. And then he dropped the flare to the ground."

"That doesn't sound good," I murmured. It was an incredible story.

"Shaw began taking shots at Ben and I, but he missed us. Then Ian and Shaw left, locking us in with all of the about to go boom gunpowder. I was scared out of my mind. But Ben managed to find a Smuggler's Hold and we crawled away just before the whole ship exploded."

"You guys sure were lucky," I said shaking my head, "they really meant to kill you. But I guess Ian took the pipe with him?"

"Yeah," Ben answered, "so we had no proof of what Ian is about to do."

"So no one would listen to you," I nodded, "that makes sense. I wouldn't have listened to you, you sound like nut jobs."

"Thanks," Riley said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Hey," I defended myself, "I didn't say that I wouldn't try to help."

"And will you help us if we decide to do something a little illegal?" Ben asked.

"How about a lot illegal?" Riley seemed to be talking more to Ben then me. Ben ignored his friend.

"Sure," I grinned, "why not?"

After all, I thought to myself, if they were right then I would part of the group that saved the Declaration of Independence. They would have no choice but to hire me back at the FBI then!