The four boxes by Emmylou
Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me!
Archive; if you want it, take it, but just send an email so I can go look.
Summary-4 boxes affect Sydney and Nigel's behaviour.
PG/PG-13
Feedback- Yes please!! I try to thank everyone who reviews in the author's notes, but if I forget you, tell me and I'll apologise.
Thank you; Razial, Beth, Dramawriter. Aryea and Jemma for the reviews.
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"He kidnapped your son?" Well, this couple were just full of surprises. Nigel tried to look sympathetic but inquisitive.
"Why you? Why kidnap the son of total strangers? And why not just take him to the police if you know who has him?" Sydney asked.
Mallory took the cup that had been slammed down by his wife and added in another three sugars; then he placed it back in her hands and made her take a few shaky sips.
"Because we used to work for him." She made a noise as if to sniff the tears back up. "It's how we met." Dolores' voice strained against another wave of teary hysterics. Mallory seemed to sense this and went on to explain.
"We were the one's who'd steal the art or antiques and get them back to Spiro. We were good, you may have got a hint of that the other week. But we were getting old; we wanted to retire from the thieving. Spiro was very gracious about it; he even paid for our wedding." The phrase was accompanied by a humourless laugh. "And so we settled into proper jobs, moved away from America and settled down."
"Then last week Callum was snatched away from us, we were at the fair, he'd- he'd been begging to go for days." She sniffled again.
"We searched all day. Then when it was too late, we got back home to a message from *him* saying that we had to find you and take one of the boxes, when he got it, we'd get our son back."
"But let me guess, you've not got him back?"
"No, he said that we won't get him back until he gets his money."
"Um, this may be a stupid question, but why doesn't he just ransom your son? I'm sure you'd pay a lot more for him than a museum would for a silly box." Dolores gave the assistant a look that clearly stated that she thought he had just dropped in from mars.
"And you've spent how long around antiques? You should now by now that most men will sell their soul if it means that they get their paws on a priceless relic. Anything we could offer would be like buttons in comparison." Nigel nodded, not finding anything amiss with that. "Please, please, just get the museum to pay. I can't loose my son;I don't want him to profit either, but I just can't take that risk."
Syd didn't want any harm to come to the boy either, but wasn't going to let this Lazlo get away with theft and kidnap. She glanced above where Dolores was sitting, there were Mallory and Dolores with a small boy. They were smiling and looked every inch the perfect family. Syd vowed she would get that boy back to his parents.
"Don't worry, we will get him back safe. We've been in much worse situations that this before. But we need you to tell us all you know about Lazlo, where he lives, where he would keep the box, etc."
Dolores seemed to be teetering on the edge of a decision, fiddling with her outfit, her cup and a nearby cushion, before she finally nodded and gestured for her husband to tell.
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Whoo, that was hard to write, lemme tell you. I realise that this chapter is fairly boring and short, but I really had terrible writers block. You will be pleased to know that I have finally planned this out and that there will be seven more chapters. I'm actually quite interested in doing a sequal, but I'm not sure if you'd want me to do one.
Anyway, thank you for reading, please review.
Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me!
Archive; if you want it, take it, but just send an email so I can go look.
Summary-4 boxes affect Sydney and Nigel's behaviour.
PG/PG-13
Feedback- Yes please!! I try to thank everyone who reviews in the author's notes, but if I forget you, tell me and I'll apologise.
Thank you; Razial, Beth, Dramawriter. Aryea and Jemma for the reviews.
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"He kidnapped your son?" Well, this couple were just full of surprises. Nigel tried to look sympathetic but inquisitive.
"Why you? Why kidnap the son of total strangers? And why not just take him to the police if you know who has him?" Sydney asked.
Mallory took the cup that had been slammed down by his wife and added in another three sugars; then he placed it back in her hands and made her take a few shaky sips.
"Because we used to work for him." She made a noise as if to sniff the tears back up. "It's how we met." Dolores' voice strained against another wave of teary hysterics. Mallory seemed to sense this and went on to explain.
"We were the one's who'd steal the art or antiques and get them back to Spiro. We were good, you may have got a hint of that the other week. But we were getting old; we wanted to retire from the thieving. Spiro was very gracious about it; he even paid for our wedding." The phrase was accompanied by a humourless laugh. "And so we settled into proper jobs, moved away from America and settled down."
"Then last week Callum was snatched away from us, we were at the fair, he'd- he'd been begging to go for days." She sniffled again.
"We searched all day. Then when it was too late, we got back home to a message from *him* saying that we had to find you and take one of the boxes, when he got it, we'd get our son back."
"But let me guess, you've not got him back?"
"No, he said that we won't get him back until he gets his money."
"Um, this may be a stupid question, but why doesn't he just ransom your son? I'm sure you'd pay a lot more for him than a museum would for a silly box." Dolores gave the assistant a look that clearly stated that she thought he had just dropped in from mars.
"And you've spent how long around antiques? You should now by now that most men will sell their soul if it means that they get their paws on a priceless relic. Anything we could offer would be like buttons in comparison." Nigel nodded, not finding anything amiss with that. "Please, please, just get the museum to pay. I can't loose my son;I don't want him to profit either, but I just can't take that risk."
Syd didn't want any harm to come to the boy either, but wasn't going to let this Lazlo get away with theft and kidnap. She glanced above where Dolores was sitting, there were Mallory and Dolores with a small boy. They were smiling and looked every inch the perfect family. Syd vowed she would get that boy back to his parents.
"Don't worry, we will get him back safe. We've been in much worse situations that this before. But we need you to tell us all you know about Lazlo, where he lives, where he would keep the box, etc."
Dolores seemed to be teetering on the edge of a decision, fiddling with her outfit, her cup and a nearby cushion, before she finally nodded and gestured for her husband to tell.
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Whoo, that was hard to write, lemme tell you. I realise that this chapter is fairly boring and short, but I really had terrible writers block. You will be pleased to know that I have finally planned this out and that there will be seven more chapters. I'm actually quite interested in doing a sequal, but I'm not sure if you'd want me to do one.
Anyway, thank you for reading, please review.
