:NOTICE: I'VE BEEN VERY BORED, SO TO HELP MY PRODUCTIVE JUICES FLOW I DECIDED TO DO A FANFIC OF ANGELS & DEMONS (OF WHICH I HAVE JUST READ) WITH SOME WEIRD STUFF. THIS DOES CONTAIN SOME CARLO/OC (YES IM CALLING HIM CARLO NOT PATRICK BECAUSE PATRICK IS A STUPID NAME FOR A GUY ORIGINALLY NAMED CARLO 8U AND IVE ONLY READ THE BOOK AND I LIKE THE BOOKS CARLO NOT THE MOVIE'S PATRICK THING) ANGSTY I GUESS. MAYBE? I DON'T KNOW. BUT STILL DO CRITIQUE OR TELL ME WHA T YOU ENJOYED I DO LOVE KNOWING WHAT PEOPLE THINK IM GOOD AT. EVENTS MAY NOT BE IN PERFECT SYNC WITH BOOK! IM REALLY SORRY IM GOING TO TRY TO WRITE WHILE I HAVE THE BOOK WITH ME! :NOTICE END:

Sitting alone in Vatican City, wonderful, no? Not exactly, I had been sitting on this bench forever. I thought this holy city would lift my hopes and make me feel something but it didn't. I checked my watch; it had been a whole hour since I had moved from the bench.

An uncomfortable pressure came from bellow my stomach, I groaned.

"I have to pee again really?" I asked myself aloud. It was probably because I wasn't sweating all of my fluids out like others constantly moving around the city observing every old and new piece of art. "Tourists," I sighed. Slowly getting up I headed to the nearest restroom I could find.

I finished drying my hands and looked at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. It was bland, just a girl, brown hair, brown eyes, round cheeks and a so-so figure. The stereotypical American-female tourist. I sighed, slowly pulling back my hair behind my shoulder; I had been here on a vacation for weeks trying to study the art of this place. I shook my head, wouldn't my college professor be proud, we talked about religion so often in his class and now I was studying it where it all began.

I walked out of the public restroom, then squinting my eyes I looked toward the horizon that was crowded with churches. Too many to view all the art the Vatican held. My vision blurred as something decided to bop me on the back of the head.

"Oh goodness, sorry," A man's voice apologized, his voice nervous and slightly frazzled. I recognized it.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," My vision cleared. An older man stood before me, with dark hair. "Professor? Professor Langdon?" I was surprised. How come he was here? He'd never said he was planning a vacation in class.

His face suddenly made it clear he realized that I was one of his students. "Oh wow, what are you doing here Mac-?" He was cut of be a tan woman grabbing his arm and running toward the Piazza del Popolo.

"We don't have time to waste its almost time!" The young woman whispered to him.

"I-I'll talk to you later!" Langdon called quickly running to keep up with the woman.

I gave a weak wave and watched as they scurried their way around the church. They must've just gotten here and not realized it was closed. I shrugged it off and looked around a bit. Figuring they'd give up sometime soon I sat around and waited for the Professor's return, maybe we could catch up or something.

I looked out and sighed, it had been to long since I had just talked to someone. I was too anti-social to do it constantly. Something near the church caught my eye, as the Swiss Guard randomly showed up at the church. Curiosity beckoned me to stare and watch but I noticed Langdon run out the side with the tan female.

"Hey, wait!" I yelled to them running after them. Luckily they didn't run far. A few Swiss Guards had maps set out the Langdon was going over. I pondered closer.

"Mac!" Langdon gasped, quickly slapping his hand over the map. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked confused.

The tan woman looked at Langdon confused as well. "Mac?" She asked.

Langdon cleared his throat. "Vittoria this is one of my students Mackenzie Jobe. Ms. Jobe this is Vittoria Ventra. Now please, let's get on with on with this there isn't much time."

"Much time till what?" I asked. "What's the matter with you?"

The woman Vittoria looked at me. "You wouldn't believe us." She stated calmly. "Please," she looked at me concerned. "Leave before Olivetti-" She was cut off as someone hung over my back menacingly.

"Langdon, are you anywhere close to finding out yet?" His voice hissed. "We are on a very strict time frame." He spoke fluent Italian to one of the Swiss Guards whom grabbed my shoulders and began dragging me away. "She knows nothing correct?" The man asked Langdon.

"Nothing, she didn't even know what I was doing." Langdon replied, his gaze making its way over to me. "What are you-?"

"She'll be fine," The Italian snapped.

Vittoria's face lit up. "Robert! She's your student couldn't she help?"

The Italian scowled at Vittoria.

"Maybe," Langdon replied following his finger on the map.

Vittoria looked up at the strong man before her with an even stronger gaze. "The more help we have the more chance we have of catching the-"

"Shush," the man hissed. "Not in public." He looked over at me. He knew he was going to lose the battle, if they needed help in anyway, if it was that desperate of a situation they would take me. "She'll go to the carlemengo." He decided. "He can catch her up and see if she can help in anyway, we don't need more people attracting attention." He looked over his shoulder. "She can be phoned if needed, but I will not allow putting another woman, especially not a young woman in the field."

Vittoria rolled her eyes as the man shot orders at the guard holding me. The guard released me and instead escorted me to a dark car. Quickly I got in the car with how fast every guard pushed forward beside me. To the camerlengo? To Carlo? My heart skipped a beat, what a stressful position. What a perfect position to be in.