Yes, I'm back, can you believe it? Now, before you all start killing me, I would like to explain the reason my updates might be fewer these days. I just started high school today, a freshman, and I'm already suffering from stress attacks, so please give me some time to balance. I have a lot written on this story, it's just a matter of finding the time to post it that makes this a problem. Please bear with me.

I feel nervous, mortified, even, as I step out of my tent this morning.

This isn't just any ordinary day. I'm about to test out my hypothesis; I'm about to discover the truth.

Today, my mission is to find out one thing:

Is Indiana Jones even remotely attracted to me?

I COULD make this situation easy. I COULD just walk up to Jones and ask him, but my conscience, Carrie, refuses to let me go about this the easy way. No, I had to get ready for an hour and take flirting lessons from an invisible best friend on my shoulder.

"Remember," Carrie coached me as I brushed out my hair earlier, "Smile and say something wise. Guys love it when girls have them tongue tied."

The problem at this particular moment in time seems to be that MY OWN tongue is tied. I have never been good at this, this smooth talking, totally blase flirting. Nevertheless, I have taken Carrie's imagined advice and gone all out. My hair is down, oddly and gently wavy as opposed to it's usual puffiness. I put on my modernized woman's slacks, the ones that hug my normally missing hips. After five minutes of arguing with myself, I slipped on a short sleeved button up blouse, which hugs my torso and makes me look not-so-flat-chested. And just for extra effect, I undid the top two buttons of the blouse, revealing cleavage that can't possibly be mine. I also put on these high heeled boots that I've never worn before. Probably some long lost gift from Abner.

So, all in all, I look presentable and girly. I don't FEEL like that, but it's enough. I hope.

I'm trying to walk a straight line without tripping over my own feet, and I guess it's going smoothly. I take small, light steps forward, keeping my eyes trained ahead of me. It's with smug satisfaction that I realize many heads turning as I pass. I feel like laughing out loud at this far fetched behavior from the workers, who suddenly seemed to have realized I'm a female, yet I simply give a tiny smile.

The dig is focused today in areas around the entrance to the tomb, and everyone is digging trenches. I scan the heads peeking out of the trenches, my breath hitching when I spot a familiar, tattered brown hat. I remind myself to keep my pacing even, but it doesn't stop the frothing of the butterflies in my belly.

I keep my eyes fixed on Abner and Oxley, who are at the end of the trenches, as I try to ignore the fact that everyone's eyes are fixed on ME.

I walk by HIS trench, clicking my heels sharply on the ground so he hears me. I feel the familiar pair of burning hazel eyes on me as I pass him.

With a small intake of breath, I walk up to Abner and Ox, both who are staring at me as if I'm a stranger.

"Abner," I say, trying to make my voice sound sure and firm, "I'm going down to Cairo to pick up some groceries. Do you need me to get anything else?"

Abner shakes his balding head, sharing a bewildered glance with Oxley.

"Okay." I beam, pivoting away. "See you later."

I can hear the low whistles as the workers smile at me. Knowing it's all in good humor, I whistle back, much to the laughter and enjoyment of them all.

My sight is now set on a new target; much more attractive than Abner and Oxley put together. I decided to try something Carrie did not teach me, swaying my hips just a fraction of an inch as I saunter over to him. The move does not go unnoticed.

He's watching me, his explosion-of-hypnotic-color eyes widened in surprise and stupefication. My smirk is more apparent than ever as I stand over him, me on level ground and him in a four foot trench. I feel an odd warmth spread throughout me as his gaze lingers on every single inch of me.

Indy's mouth is hanging open, I note with more satisfaction. I bend down, so we are face to face, me smirking and him staring still.

"What's the matter?" I ask, smiling wider than ever. "Cat got your tongue?"

When he doesn't respond, I do the only thing that seems sensible and flirtatious at the same time.

I reach out and sweep his Fedora off his head. He blinks, looking confused by my actions. With what I hope is a seductive wink, I settle the hat on my head.

He catches on, and with a knowing grin, he puts his hands up in surrender, "Alright. You win. You've earned the Fedora. But you'll have to give it back sometimes, you know.

I stand fully erect, letting out a small giggle.

"You have yourself a nice day, Dr. Jones." I nod, winking once more.

His eyes follow me as I drive away from the camp, and I smile as I conclude the experiment, deeming it a success. Victory wells up inside me; wining the Fedora is no small feat. Carrie the conscience is screaming happily at me, telling me she knew I could do it. Somehow, I knew I could do it as well. I beam again, plenty excited by the outcome of my day.

But its not until I'm speeding through the desert that I finally open the windows and let out my exultant scream.

Ha, there's a nice over 1000 word short for you all.

Now, please review and look for typos.

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