Chapter two.

"Should we press it?" Emma asked as she and Nigel continued contemplating the effects of that action, whilst Sydney and Dirk continued catching up.

"Hmmm…what if it's a trap?" he replied.

"Well that's what we've been discussing for the past 15 minutes. We need to come to a conclusion or we'll be here forever. I can already feel the damp air getting to my lungs."

"Urgh. Sydney usually makes these decisions. Why aren't they helping anyway? They have all the time after we find the relic to chat."

"Eh, let them talk for a bit. Dirk'll probably end up making a stupid decision that'll get us all killed anyway."

"I heard that!" Dirk called from the corner of the room. Emma merely smirked back. "Anyway, what do you do now?" he asked, turning back to Sydney.

"Well, I work at Trinity college now. Nigel's my assistant. How about you?"

"Me and Em work for…well, I can't really say. It's, kinda top secret. Hehe. All I can say is we're scientists. Embarrassingly enough, she's actually my superior." he grinned. "I say she's my assistant to annoy her. And…I didn't want to admit that a girl who's seven years younger than me is my superior. What kind of impression would that make?"

Sydney smiled. "Well, it was very brave of you to admit that. Please tell me who you work for. I won't tell anyone. Please?" Sydney put on her best puppy dog eyes.

Dirk sighed. "Fine, fine, but you can't tell Em. She'll freak." he watched Sydney expectantly. For a moment she just stared back him, waiting for him to go on, then she realised what he was waiting for.

"Oh, right. I swear." she shrugged.

"Okay, we work for…um…no. I'm really sorry, Syd. I can't. I'd probably loose my job. Anyway, I fear Em's wrath more. She'll take your head right off."

"We're just over here, luvy." Em informed with a nod and giving him a thumbs up. "So watch it." she added darkly and let her hair fall around her face, giving her a 'Ring' sort of effect.

"She scares me when she does that." Dirk said to Sydney.

"Seriously, Dirk. Right here."

"Whatever. So, what are we doing?"

"Well, Nigel and I are trying to figure out what to do, and you're just sitting there. That clarify things for you?"

"So what's our decision?" Dirk continued, ignoring Emma's comment.

"Well, our decision is," she turned to Nigel and he nodded. "We should not make decisions."

"So…what have you been doing for the past 20 minutes then?" Emma gave him an I cannot believe you just said that look.

"You're joking right?" Dirk just stared. "So you are asking me what I've been doing for the past 20 minutes when you're the one who's been just sitting there, talking to your girlfriend! Get off your backside AND MAKE A DECISION YOU LAZY-"

"Woah! Calm down there, Emmy. Remember what Doctor-" he stopped dead as he saw the murderous look that had taken over her face.

"What did you call me?"

"Um…my darling Emma that I really, really love and is so very smart?"

"Dirk…"

"Um…Emmy." he finally admitted and covered his head. When the slap didn't come, he looked up to see Emma with a smirk that scared him more than any murderous look she could ever give him.

"Okay then. Sydney," she turned to Sydney. "Wanna know what Dirk's mother calls him?"

A grin passed Sydney's face.

"Please enlighten me."

"Her little Dirky Wirky Diddumy poo."

"I'll get you for that." Dirk said surprisingly calmly. "And what Mommy…I mean my mother calls me is none of your concern!" he said in a slightly weepy voice and pouted heavily.

"He works out for 5 hours of the day and he has the maturity of a 3 year old. Figures." Emma said sideways to Nigel, who grinned.

"Okay, people. As much as I'm enjoying the name calling and…creepy pet names, I really think we should do something." Sydney interrupted.

"Fine, fine." Emma replied.

"Okay then, partner. What do we do?" Dirk asked.

"Well, part of me thinks we should find another way in. But another part of me is saying: why the hell are we standing, pondering? Pull the God damned leaver!" Emma answered, putting on a strangely accurate American accent in the last bit.

"And, what are we gonna do?"

"Pull the God damned leaver."

Not referring to the Vicky Pollard saying for those who watch Little Britain.