(A/N: One thing I forgot to mention in the previous chapter, with the new season of "The Curse of Oak Island" coming soon it means longer waits and I plan for this story to have a fair amount of chapters (meaning 10 or more). But I'll tell you what, if this story ends up becoming very successful and popular, I might write a sequel to this and it will take place primarily on Oak Island.

I know you've probably heard this a million times but I'm not the one who decides this, it's you guys, the readers, who decides if a sequel is a good idea. So far, this story has exceeded my expectations and an "Oak Island" sequel is looking very possible.

Before I forget, from this chapter forward in scenes where the "Civil War Gold" team and the Scooby Gang are together, I will refer to Fred as "Freddie" and Frederick Monroe as "Fred". It's for identification purposes and I'll only be doing this if they have scenes together where both have dialogue.

Just so you know, there is one cuss word in this that some probably wouldn't call mild. If your sensitive to cuss words, you should probably skip this chapter.)

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"Nice to meet you," Fred replied politely after his introduction. He then introduced himself and his friends, "I'm Fred Jones, this is Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake, Shaggy Rogers, and of course you already meet Scooby-Doo."

Scooby laughed when he heard his name and began to chow down on a plate of various cheeses, meat, crackers, and sliced fruit that had been placed on the table just after they arrived. Shaggy gave him a look and put his hands on his hips. He laughed again and presented him the half-eaten plater.

Kevin then introduced his team members, "This is my younger brother, Al, Brad Richards, Jeff Zehr, and Fred Monroe."

Shaggy just couldn't help but crack a joke after the introductions were finished, "Like, hey, we have two Freds now!" Normally, only Scooby would be the only to laugh at his jokes, but this actually got a few chuckles from almost everyone in the room.

Meanwhile, Velma just couldn't help but to ponder on where she had heard those names before. 'I know I've heard of these men before, but where?,' she questioned in her thoughts.

A new voice entered the room and it sounded somewhat irritated, "Jillian, for the last time, we don't keep our doors closed just because I have a meeting."

The hostess, now identified as Jillian, complained like a child at his statement, "But, Mr. Lagina-"

She was cut off by her boss, Marty Lagina, turning his attention to his guests, "Welcome to Mari Vineyards, I'm the founder Marty Lagina."

Velma suddenly brightened up when she heard that name and she remembered where she had heard Kevin's name before. "Jinkies, you're the Marty Lagina? The famed Oak Island treasure hunter?" she asked.

Marty chuckled, "Well, "famed" is kind of a strong word."

She then turned back to Kevin and his group, "Now I know where I've heard of you guys, you've been working to trying to prove that a fortune in stolen Confederate gold is at the bottom of Lake Michigan."

Kevin nodded with a grin, "Right you are, Marty here has been helping us by funding our searches of the lake."

"So, like, that's what that hostess meant by her boss having a meeting today," Shaggy voiced his thoughts out loud.

"Yeah and 'that hostess' is telling you to put that mutt outside!" she snapped at him and roughly jabbed him in the chest with her finger.

"Like, chill out, ma'am," he tried to get her to calm down, while rubbing the area on his chest where she repeatedly poked him.

Marty rolled his eyes, "Jillian, the dog can stay."

"B-But, but Mr. Lagina-!" she tried to protest, it was then Velma noticed that she had a slight southern accent.

"No 'buts'!" he stressfully shouted, surprising everyone in the room, especially Kevin and his team, they have known him long enough to know that he rarely shouts at people out of frustration, especially in front of his guests. She finally gave up and went over to her place at the door to greet any new guests that could possibly come in later.

"So, with that done, should we get started with our meeting?" Kevin asked Marty, feeling a tad uncertain.

He looked at him and his team and nodded, then turned his attention to his guests and their dog, then to his other employee, "Luke, would you mind giving them a tour?"

Luke jumped slightly when he heard his name, but agreed, "Oh! Yeah, sure." He came around the counter and stood before the gang, "Now, if you could please follow me and we'll get started on the tour." They all looked at each other and followed him into another room.

"If you fellas could follow me and we'll get started with our meeting," Marty joked slightly, receiving grins and some laughs.

Kevin and Al grabbed what they needed from their massive stacks of evidence, which was only a folder and a briefcase. The five of them followed Marty to the conference room, though they already knew where it was.

Once they were out of the room, that left only one person: Jillian. And she decided to take this time to see exactly what kind of evidence Kevin and his team had.

Marty, Kevin and his team walked into the conference room and sat down at the table. Marty's son, Alex, was already in the room, waiting for them at the table. He smiled at them as they walked in and sat down.

Al opened the folder and spread out the papers inside out on the table for them to see. Marty immediately eyed the telegram Kevin had mentioned the other day.

He adjusted his glasses and picked it up, "I'm guessing this is the telegram you were talking about."

Kevin grinned, "Yes, it is," he picked up another paper, "and this what it says when the morse code is deciphered."

He showed it to Marty, who leaned forward slightly and removed his glasses. It read:

"I want all operations in my Utah mine to stop by the end of this month. Rumors are circulating and people are becoming suspicious. I trust you will understand this and that there will be no hard feelings between us nor between you and your men. Make sure nothing is left behind, destroy the entire mine if must.

Sincerely,

Charles H. Hackley"

Once he was finished reading it, he turned his attention back to Kevin, "Well, Kevin, while this is interesting, I have to ask, why do you believe this telegram is so important?"

"Well, it proves that Hackley did have at least one gold mine out in Utah and that he had ordered this gentleman's great-grandfather to stop all operations so abruptly leads me to believe that he wanted all of it be halted for reasons other than what Hackley tells him," he explained.

Alex decided to give his own theory of Hackley's motives, "Do you think it's possible he heard about the boxcar that got pushed into the lake?"

"Oh, absolutely!" answered Jeff, enthusiastically.

"Alex, I think you need to spend a little more time here and less time with your Uncle Rick!" Marty joked. Receiving laughs from everyone in the room.

"Speaking of your brother, how are things on the island?" Brad asked.

"Pretty good," he replied, nodding his head, "it would be better if we could find the treasure. But that's typical Oak Island for you."

"Alright, with that aside," Kevin started, searching through the briefcase they brought with them into the room, "there's something on the underwater footage from last year and the year before that I wanted to show you." He continued to search then furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, "No."

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned by his facial expression.

"I can't find the thumb drive with all the footage on it," he replied, feeling slightly frustrated.

"Thumb drive?" he questioned, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"I transferred the footage into it in case something happened to my laptop," he explained, "but now I can't find it anywhere."

"It's probably in another briefcase," Frederick told him, before he started to panic.

"I think I can remember picking up a few thumb drives and putting them into a pocket inside of the briefcases," Al told his brother.

"Okay, okay, before everyone starts to panic," Marty started, "how about we just send a couple of us down to the front to find the thumb drive and make sure that everything is there."

"I'll go look," Al volunteered.

"I'll go, too," Alex also volunteered.

Both stood up from their seats and left the room to go search. They both knew that it would be a difficult search considering the amount of stuff Al, his brother, and their team brought with them. But what they didn't know was that it would be much more difficult than first thought.

Luke lead the gang through the entire building, explaining the wine making and distribution process. At that moment they were in the wine storage room.

He picked up a tube-like object, a device known as a thief, and a manual hand drill. He explained what they were for, "This object is called a thief, we use it to take a small amount of wine from a barrel to see if it's ready to be put into bottles."

He drills into the top of a barrel and uses the thief to take out a small amount of wine. He then puts it into small plastic cups.

He gives the cups to the gang, "Try it."

Shaggy made a face after taking a sip, "Like, either it needs more time or it's been in that barrel too long."

"Yeah, it's a little sour for my taste," Fred agreed, making a face as well.

Daphne disagreed with them, "Well, I think it tastes just like how wine should."

Velma just shrugged, "Everyone's entitled to their opinion."

The four of them threw away their cups as Luke lead them to see something else. He showed them the machine used to get all the liquid out from grapes and turn it into wine.

Shaggy decided to take a picture of the machine and all the barrels. He reached into his pocket for his phone, but couldn't find it. He checked his other pockets, but still nothing.

"Zoinks, I can't find my phone," he told everyone.

"Maybe you left it in the front," Fred guessed.

"Do you mind if I, like, leave and go look for it?" he asked Luke.

"No, go ahead," he replied.

"Like, thanks," he gave a quick wave to them before he took off.

Daphne knelt down to Scooby's height, "Scooby, why don't you go with him and help him look."

"Rokay," he replied and ran after his owner.

Al and Alex took the stairs down to get to the front area, since it was the quickest way. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the building, Shaggy and Scooby were also on their way to the front area.

Since Alex didn't know the extent of what they brought with them, he decided to ask, "So, Al, how much did you guys bring with you anyway?"

He smiled sheepishly and chuckled, "Oh, man, we packed up so much stuff I lost track."

He grinned and joked, "Sounds like we got our work cut out for us."

Al just shrugged, "Well, ever since the fake gold bar incident last year my brother has been kinda, you know, worried about everything. He wanted to bring pretty much every last piece of evidence we've gathered."

They finally made it down to the front room, but what they saw was beyond what anyone would expect. They now completely understood why Kevin had been so paranoid about taking every last piece of evidence with them.

Every single briefcase and folder they brought with them had been opened and their contents scattered all over the floor. It looked as if a band of thieves or misfits had taken everything out and carelessly tossed them like pieces of trash.

"Holy shit! What the hell happened here?!" Al shouted in disbelief.

Alex frantically exclaimed, "Come on! Let's go back and tell my Dad and the others!"

They quickly ran back up to the conference room to inform everyone. Just as they left the room, Shaggy and Scooby walked in. At first they didn't see the mess, it wasn't until Shaggy was just about to grab his phone that he saw it.

"Holy moly! Look at this, Scoob!" he cried.

Scooby looked at what he was referring to, the items he helped bring in. He gasped at the sight and mess, he had only seen such a mess in his owner's bedroom.

"Come on, Scoob. We gotta go get the gang," he told him.

"Right," he replied. Both ran back to the wine storage room to inform their friends.

Just as they ran off to go get the rest of the gang, Al and Alex had made it back up to the conference room. Everyone in the room jumped slightly when the door suddenly flew open, but they were even more surprised to see that they were completely out of breath, as if they had just ran a marathon and back.

"Alex, Al, what's wrong? What happened?" Marty questioned.

"Someone... opened... cases... evidence... everywhere!" Alex tried to explain in between his gasps for air.

"What?" Kevin asked lowly, shock and disbelief clear on his face.

"Everything... we brought with us was opened... and it's all over the floor," Al explained also in between breaths, although he was much more audible than Alex.

"No…" Kevin trailed off, eyes as wide as saucers. He immediately stood up from the conference table and ran out of the room and downstairs. This was something he definitely needed to see for himself.

Shaggy and Scooby ran back into the wine storage room and were slightly out of breath. The gang and Luke were surprised by their sudden entrance into the room and were wondering what was wrong.

"Like, gang, you need to see this!" Shaggy cried out.

"Shag, Scoob, what happened?" Fred asked.

"Ask questions later, you really need to see this!" he responded. "Come on!" he and Scooby ran back to the front area.

"Come on, girls, let's go see what's up!" he stated.

Everyone, including Luke, ran after them, both concerned and curious by what could have gotten them so worked up. They eventually caught with them and just as they came into the room, Kevin entered, completely out of breath. The Laginas and his team came into the room shortly after.

"What the hell/heck happened here?!" Fred, Kevin, and Marty all shouted questionably. No could give an answer, mainly because most people in the room were trying to wrap their minds around what could have taken place or who could have done it.

Kevin walked over to all the papers and items strewn all over the floor. He fell to his knees and muttered to himself, "Ten years of hard work... all for nothing."

Al and Marty came up to him and placed a hand on each shoulder. He tightly shut his eyes and started to weep at the mess.

His brother knelt down and gave him a side hug, "It's okay, big brother. Everything will be alright."

He wiped away a tear and muttered in response, "I just wish that was true."

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(A/N: Well, I guess this as good a place as any to stop. I'm sorry if it's too short and if you guys have been waiting too long. I've just been so busy and stressed out to the max!

I just want to clarify something, I'm definitely aware that the Knights Templar were Christian warriors. Just because I know doesn't mean that Velma knows, there's no way she can know everything. She even admitted in one episode that "mechanics are not [her] cup of tea." That's proof that she doesn't know everything.

Plus, the Templars are a group of warriors that most people wouldn't learn about in school, not even high school. Unless you studied religion in college, you likely wouldn't know unless you watch "Oak Island" a lot. Which I'm assuming is how most people would know of the Templars.

For those of you who watch "Oak Island" and "Civil War Gold" a lot, I apologize if the main cast seems out of character. But good news, in less than a week, the next season of "Oak Island" will be premiering!

Happy Halloween, everybody!)