It's the evening before we're supposed to leave and I am freaking out.

I haven't even packed!!

I'm running around my room frantically, packing all clothes I can think of into a GIANT BROWN SUITCASE.

I emphasize the GIANT BROWN SUITCASE part because it's literally so big I could pack myself in it.

"Okay, I've got seven pairs of jeans, ten blouses, four skirts, two pairs of shoes, several pairs of stockings, socks, a pair of men's pajamas because I refuse to wear a nightgown in Cairo, a nightgown just in case Abner finds out about the men's pajamas and flips out, a nightgown cover up and two dresses in case I need to play the part of a real woman." I say to myself, throwing all my favorite books that I stole from the library into the suitcase.

"Who are you talking to?" Jones asks as he walks into my room.

I ignore him, knowing I am forgetting something.

"BLOOMERS!" I yell, leaping over to my drawers and scooping out many pairs before packing them.

Indy blushes as I basically display my undergarments to him.

"Oh don't be a prude." I snap. "I'm sure you've seen much worse than this with other women."

I'm obviously right, because his face turns a particular shade of maroon.

I turn back to my suitcase and try to close it, but it won't zip shut.

"Help me with us." I demand, sitting on the case in an attempt to get it shut.

"You know, with your weight, sitting on the case is not going to make it close any further." He points out, zipping it shut as I squeeze the two sides shut.

"Thanks." I say, both for the comment on my tiny weight and the help with sealing the GIANT BROWN SUITCASE.

"Are you ready for Cairo?" He asks, looking me over.

"Are you?" I ask back.

"Yes. It's one of my first major digs." He explains. "I've been on a few...umm...trips for the local museums collecting certain artifacts, but nothing major."

"Well, this is the most exciting thing thats ever happened to me, so I'm not going to miss out on anything." I say.

He laughs at my eager smile and lifts me off my suitcase, his firm grip on my small waist. As he sets me down on my bed, the fabric of my shirt slips up and his fingers are touching my bare skin. He jerks his hand away and mutters, "Sorry."

I dismiss it, pretending it's not a big deal. I then pick up my suitcase and drag it out my door, down the stairs and towards the cab waiting outside to take our luggage to the airport or tomorrow.

But I notice, as I trip and break a vase in the hallway and it shatters, I can still feel the imprint of his fingers on my waist.

Didn't I tell you this was going to get exciting?? Cairo here we come!! Let me know of any typos in these shorts. Review!!