"He's so hot" drawled Mary who was sat next to me. I rolled my eyes and looked over to her.

"That's my dad you're on about" I whispered harshly back to her and she shrugged.

"There is no avoiding it" she whispered, as I was searching for a reply Dr. Jones interrupted us:

"Is there something you would like to share with the class?" he asked and me and Mary quickly shook our heads. Dad looked sternly at me before going back to his teaching:

"So forget any ideas you've got about lost cities, exotic travel, and digging up the world. You do not maps to buried treasure and "X" never, ever, marks the spot."

As soon as he had spoken the door began to creak open and in walked Marcus Brody. I saw dad peer over at him once and then he concluded his lesson as the bell rang:

"Next week: "Egyptology." Starting with the evacuation of Naucratis by Blinders Petrie in 1885. I will be in my office if anybody's got any problems for the next hour and a half"

Everyone began to pack away and by the time I had packed away everyone had left. I sae Mary leave through the door and began to make my way there myself.

"Where do you think you're going?" I heard my dad say. He was sat at his desk still and glancing over at me. I looked back and returned to his desk.

"I was going home" I replied to him and he nodded.

"I'll take you back if you wait" he said and I nodded.

Brody who had remained ignorant to mine and my father's conversation now began to walk towards the desk and he stood by my side. Dad stood up and slapped his pocket with a gleam in his eye.

"Marcus! I did it!" he exclaimed. Brody jumped up a little like kid at Christmas and then spoke:

"You've got it!"

Dad began to open the top drawer of his desk and then he pulled out some cloth and opened it. Dad peered down at it and took of his glasses. I leant on dad's desk and took the apple which was resting on the wood and drew a bite from it.

"How many people did you kill to get it this time?" I drawled and took another bite of the apple. Dad looked at me and the apple and then back to the cross.

"I don't kill Grace. And that's my apple" he stated and I shrugged.

"I thought we shared dad?" I said and he grinned faintly and turned back to Brody.

"You know how long I've been looking for that?" he asked him as he stared at the cross.

"All your life" Brody stated.

"All my life" dad confirmed.

"Well done, Indy. Very well done, indeed. This will find a place of honour in out Spanish collection."

Dad began to pick up his books and he passed me a few to carry because obviously my bag wasn't heavy enough. Dad began to make his way to the door with me in tow and then he turned to Brody as I placed my apple in the bin.

"We can discuss my honorarium over dinner and champagne tonight" he said as he opened the door. He allowed me to go first and then turned back to Brody and said something. When we was out in the corridors I turned to face him.

"So you come in late last night and say nothing to me and now on your first night back you're going to spend it with him?" I said and placed a hand on my hip. Dad rolled his eyes and began to make his way down the corridor.

"I'll take you out tomorrow night" he promised and I made a snorting noise.

"Doesn't matter" I said and he turned to look down on me.

"So you don't want me to take you out? You're just like your mother" he complained and I smiled.

"I take that as a compliment" I replied. When I looked ahead I saw masses of people who were stood outside and shouting. Dad made his way through the crowds and I followed him. His secretary handed him over some papers and some mail. As we finally approached the door to the office dad turned around:

"Okay. Irene put everyone's name on a list, in the order they arrived, and I'll see each and every one of them in turn"

"Very efficient" I mumbled as I stepped into dad's office and placed his books onto his desk.

"I try" he replied and took a seat at his desk. I occupied the seat which is on the other side of his desk and looked at him.

"Venice, Italy" he murmured as he looked at a thick brown envelope. I raised a brow and looked at him questioningly

"Do we know anyone from Venice?" I asked and dad shook his head.

"No." He replied and then he stared back at the door.

"Come on" he told me and stuffed his mail into his pocket. I stood up and watched him go to the window. He slowly slid it open and jumped out. I walked over to the glass and peered down at him from inside.

"Are you crazy? Irene is going to kill you!" I scolded and dad smirked up at me with a mischevious gleam in his eyes.

"Come on Gracie" he said, using his nickname for me. With one last look back I passed him my bag and then began to attempt to gracefully climb into the window ledge. Dad placed my bag on the grass and held his arms out for me to jump into. Once I was safely on the ground he slid the window shut and picked up my bag and placed it onto his shoulder.

"You know...I'm glad you're back" I smiled and he grasped my hand.

"So am I" he replied. As we walked down the street neither of us said anything. It wasn't until a man in a black car pulled up and shouted for my father. Dad looked wearily at them and then handed me my bag.

"Stay here" he instructed and began to make his way over to the men. I watched intently as they talked in hushed tones and then dad nodded once and motioned for me to go over to him. I wearily went over to dad as the other men climbed into the car.

"What's happening?" I asked and dad opened the door of the backseat.

"We're needed by Mr. Donovan. Nothing to worry about Gracie" dad assured me and indicated for me to climb into the car. With weariness I did as he said and then as soon as he was sat next to me the car began to move. When we finally arrived at a building it was a large Art Deco apartment and we were left alone. Dad began to peer at all the artefacts as I just stood there and looked around the room. After a few seconds a man entered the room and I heard brief music. The man strides over to dad and extended a hand.

"I trust your trip down was comfortable, Doctor Jones. My men didn't alarm you, I hope"

Dad allowed a sly grin at me at the mention of being alarmed and I glared back at him. Dad offered him his hand and they shook hands.

"My name is Donovan. Walter Donovan" he introduced himself and dad nodded.

"I know who you are Mr. Donovan. Your contributions to the museum over the years have been extremely generous. Some of the pieces in your collection here are very impressive"

"Well like yourself, Doctor Jones, I have a passion for antiques. Have a look over here. This might interest you"

As dad walked over to a table I remained stood. Apparently Donovan noticed me at this moment and he grinned.

"And you must be Miss. Jones" he guessed and he shook my hand forcefully.

"Yes sir" I replied and he beamed.

"My, my, Doctor Jones. What a pleasantly charming young lady" he spoke to father who was preoccupied with the stone tablet he was looking at.

"Yes...she is...Well, it's sandstone. Christian symbol. Early Latin text. Mid-twelfth century, I should think"

Donovan walked over to peer over dad's shoulder and he looked intrigued.

"That was our assessment as well" he spoke. I was becoming fed up with their conversation and so I began to wander around the room and staring at Donovan's collection of books. Once his wife came in and then they went back to boring conversation. It wasn't until dad spoke about grandfather did I start to listen. Dad wasn't exactly fond of grandfather. It was something about their past, but, I loved him and I hoped that he loved me.

"You've got the wrong Jones, Mister Donovan. Why don't you try my father?" dad suggested with a grin. There was a brief silence before Donovan spoke again:

"We already have. Your father is the man who's disappeared."