A/N: Firstly I have to thank you for viewing my fan fiction! I promise more stories to come (actually I might upload another one today, I don't know.) Hold on, I have to get something out of the way first.

*clears throat* DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tintin and company, they don't belong to me they belong to Herge and Mouslinsart (Probably spelled that wrong). I only own my writing and my OCs!

Whew! Getting that out of the way, I wanted to apologize for not doing this chapter sooner, and I do admit it isn't the best chapter I've written, but I wanted to get a new one up and running as soon as I could.

But enough about me, I finally give you what you've been waiting for.

Chapter 2: Meeting Old Friends

With a delicious dinner, Tintin tried desperately to forget the note, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't.

Calculus strolled in just as Nestor set down the final touches. "I'm so sorry I'm late Captain I was just-." He stopped short when he saw Castafiore sitting at the table.

"Madame." He stated taking off his cap, ears slightly red.

"Professor! It's such a lovely surprise to see you. Your friends said that you were around."

"No not at all, Miss. I was just in my laboratory around dear old Marlinspike." Calculus said, his friends noticing the absence of his hearing aid.

"Umm…. Professor." Tintin tapped his ear and Calculus blinked.

"Sorry, I guess I forgot again." Calculus apologized, discreetly putting it in as the people around him started to eat.

Snowy snuck around their feet, sniffing for scraps that possibly fallen to the floor. As Tintin ate his spaghetti and meatballs, the note burned in his mind.

What did that note mean? Was it just a joke played from a child, or was it something else? Was it a coincidence when we heard the broadcast about the Black Dog? Why did it go to me?

"Blistering barnacles, lad! Are you alright?"

Tintin looked up from his bowl to the Captain's worried face. "Yeah Captain, I'm fine. Just tired, that's all."

Captain Haddock scoffed, "Thundering typhoons, you do look a bit pale. Maybe you should retire for the night."

"Yes… maybe I should. See you in the morning, Captain."

"Goodnight landlubber."

Bidding goodnight to everyone else, Tintin started up to his room, Snowy trotting alongside him. He changed into his favorite periwinkle colored nightclothes and crawled under the sheets. As he let out a sigh, Snowy snuggled down next to him. Soon enough, he felt his eyelids starting to droop.

Tintin was running, his bated breath coming out of his mouth as frost. He ran through a wheat field in what seemed like night. The violet and dark black bleed into each other, turning the sky black as pitch. The plants created a rustling noise as he pushed past them, alerting anything around of his presence. In his right hand, he held a pistol, and he reloaded as he ran. Tintin had no idea why he was running or what from; but he felt panic and fear as he picked up his pace, breathing even harder .

A low growl sounded behind him as he was joined by another rustling of the plant and it was closing in fast.

"Snowy! Snowy, where are you?" He cried out in the darkness, but no white terrier came to his aid. He was all alone. No one would find him.

Feeling like his chest would burst; he risked a glance behind him just as a dark, red eyed, smoky form pounced, its jaws wide open.

"Ah!" Tintin yelped as he fell off the bed with a thud. His alarm clock screamed in his ear as he looked around him franticly. He was sitting on the ground in his bedroom, the bed's sheets twisted around his legs, and his pillow was thrown halfway across the room. With his heart still hammering in his chest, he shut off the clock, sweat beads lining his upper lip.

"What a dream." He murmured as Snowy looked up at him from his position on the bed. Snowy yapped as Tintin rubbed his forehead.

Standing up on his feet he started to make his bed, straightening out his blankets and rearranging his pillows. After he was finished, he walked over to his dresser and pulled out his favorite blue sweater and brown trousers.

He shuffled around his sock drawer for a pair, his fingers touched something cold. Sitting inside was his automatic. Picking it up, he observed the clean black surface. It wasn't loaded of course, he kept the bullets in the closet.

Strangely, Tintin felt a twinge in his gut. Are my instincts telling me I need it? Why now?

Shaking his head, he set it down on the bed and grabbed his socks. Finished with his look, he tucked the pistol inside his shirt and Snowy gave him a raised look as he searched inside his closet for a bullet.

"Just in case, boy. You never know these days." Tintin whispered as he placed the silver object in his pants pocket.

Snowy snorted, but followed Tintin out of his room. As the pair reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard the shrill voice of Castafiore. "Do you have my purse Irma? Packed and ready to go?"

"Yes Madame."

"Excellent, Irma, that's a girl!"

Tintin saw Captain Haddock as grumbled to himself, he walking out of the living room. His eyes were stormy and full of thought.

"Good Morning Captain!" Tintin called at him as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Tintin! By golly! You're a sight for sore eyes." Captain Haddock greeted as he walked toward the lad.

"What's going on in there?"

"Castafiore is going on of how she's visiting the town."

"That's nice, I hope she has fun." Tintin replied with a small smile.

"Thundering typhoons lad! Are you alright? You seem kind of flushed." Captain Haddock asked with concern.

Tintin rubbed his weary eyes, "I didn't sleep very well last night… I kept thinking of-."

"The Black Dog?"

"How on Earth did you know?"

"Tintin, I'm your best friend. I can see when your reporter instincts kick in gear."

Tintin laughed, "The robberies that have been happening; I have a funny feeling about them." Tintin peered up at his companion with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking Captain?"

Captain Haddock pulled his cap out of his black jacket, "What are we doing, flapping our gums here for? Let's get going to that museum!"

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A few hours later, the pair of friends plus Snowy, jumped out of the Captain's black car. Walking up the steps of the Museum of Natural Science, their hearts fluttered in their chest. Police and reporters alike, flowed in and out of the giant building, talking worried amongst themselves and a few people were being ushered out. Pushing past a few onlookers on the street, they walked inside and took in the sights.

A giant dinosaur skeleton stood in the middle of the foyer. Marble floors shone brightly against the sun streaming through the stain glassed windows. It was quite obvious where the crime scene was, yellow police tape roped off a section that read in big, bold letters above the archway: Stones and Fossils Exhibit.

"Come on Captain, let's have a look around." Tintin whispered as they approached the yellow tape. People with cameras stood in front of it, a few standing on their toes, trying to catch a glimpse past the guards.

Showing them proper I.D. Tintin, the Captain, and Snowy walked inside. Shadowboxes with stones, and ancient bones lined the walls. A few smaller skeletons of dinosaurs sat scattered across the room. The once busy museum was now eerily quiet except for the padding of feet against the tile floor and the discussions between a few officers as they past.

Suddenly Tintin heard a soft voice, "Psst!"

"Did you hear that, Captain?" Tintin asked as he stopped abruptly.

"Blistering barnacles! Hear what?"

"Psst!" they both heard clearly this time. Turning their heads left and right, they spotted a dark figure of a man that stood behind a stone column. He motioned for them to come over and with caution they did. Snowy sniffed the man's shoes and made a noise deep within his throat. Tintin hushed him.

"Thank God you came." The figure stated, breathing a sigh of relief. Shadows still obstructed their view of the man's facial features.

"Who are you?" Tintin asked with a raised eyebrow, feeling the tip of his pistol tucked in his coat pocket.

"Tintin? Don't you remember me?" Finally he leaned into the light and took off his hat, "It's me, Barnaby."

*Laughs evilly* Sorry for leaving you in suspense (I'm so mean) I wanted to send a special thank you to Chocoegg333 for being my first reviewer.3 Please leave tips and reviews in the review box! Love you guys! Cheerio for now! 3