SPECIAL NOTE: LAURA U BETTER NOT READ THIS! (actually, do. I put something in you might like.... ; )

A/N: Here's my try at a well written good fic (like anything from me could be well written...lol). Before I get started I want to say a couple of things:

-thankyouthankyouthankyou to all of you who reviewed and read!

and.....

-Sorry to all the people i offended w/ my dumb Nigel...he'll be better in this, i swear.

Without further adeu....::bows, curtains open::

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Sydney walked into her office, her usual stack of paperwork in hand. "Claudia! Did you pick up the students' forms?"

The college Sydney taught at was planning an archaeological dig to Mexico, and the students needed to turn in the usual form: "We are not responsible if your child gets bitten by a poisonous snake and we just stand there." Well, maybe not quite like that but you get the idea...."We are not responsible..." stuff.

Claudia just sat there filing her nails.

"Claudia?" Sydney was more stern that before, probably kind of ticked off.

Claudia looked up. "Oh, the forms and the mail are on your desk."

Sydney looked at Claudia (rather sternly). "Thank you."

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A small, bald man walked through the dark museum. It was well passed it's closing hours, being nearly 4:00 AM. The man was trembling from head to foot. His footsteps echoed off the walls with each step that he took. Surprisingly enough, there was no caretaker to be seen around.

The man reached a door labeled "Staff Only" and entered. A raspy voice sounded as a welcome.

"Ah. You've come then, Peteson. Fifteen minutes late, I see."

The small man trembled even harder, and nodded.

"S-sorry Sir. I had to-to-"

"To what?"

"To search for it!"

"Where would you find it? Use your head, Peteson. The only place where it could be would be in the Temple."

"Of-of course. I just thought that it might be here...."

The man with a raspy voice sighed, annoyed.

"Here's your flight information. Bring it back. You know what I'll do if you don't."

The small man nodded, took the package and hurriedly left.

He glanced at the package and saw his own name, address, and phone number written on it.

Jake Peteson
Apartment #2
E. 4th St.
Boston MA

(769) 123-4567

He gasped. He had never told the man that.

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Sydney picked up her mail and glanced at each one.

Taxes (ugh!)........Postcard from Aunt May (good to hear she's still alive....I mean-).......Bank account information (who cares?).......Letter from Bob Johnson-

Sydney pulled back out the letter from Bob Johnson. Wasn't he that famous archaeological expeditioner? What could he possibly want with her???

Sydney tore open the envelope and began to read.

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A/N: ahhh..... so ends part one!!!! ::bows:: im writing really wacked nowadays....... ::shrugs::

part dos will be out soon i hope.

Disclaimer: i own wut i do i dont own wut i dont