A/N: See? I told you guys I wouldn't leave you hanging (Which has honestly been a struggle with school). Whoo! What a week! Timeless season finale leaving us on the edge of our seats. Not to mention Agents of SHIELD has got me like ... guys I honestly don't know how I survived that finale, and the 6 week hiatus will be the death of me. But honestly it coming back might be the ACTUAL death of me, so we'll see. #letFitzSimmonsbehappyforonce #Whedonwillpayforthis #hailhydra

So! I think the end of this story is coming close. I'm thinking maybe three more chapters. I would love to keep it going, but without it on TV right now, and with school, my motivation is dead. Plus, without watching the show weekly, its a real struggle to keep the characters IN character.
This chapter is shorter because if I didn't end it where I did then it would be a really long chapter - plus I was tired of making you guys wait so long for an update. Hope you enjoy!

Waking up with something pressing on your chest is always unexpected. Especially when its breathing. Stone's eyes cracked open, seeing Cassandra curled up in his side, her head and arm resting on his chest. She was so peaceful – should he wake her? He bent his head, seeing the clock. It was only two in the morning. He couldn't dare wake her up – she may not fall back asleep.

Jake closed his eyes, smile on his face, and happily dozed back to sleep.

The door creaked open, a foot entering the room with a tiptoe in its step. The other foot entered, and then silently the door closed behind him.

Flynn stopped, frozen in his tracks. The TV was on some kind of blue screen, the bed closest to the door was empty, and Cassandra and Jacob were spooning on the bed closest to the window. The covers under them hadn't even been touched, Cassandra didn't look like she even took the time to take off her makeup.

He smiled to himself. Eve would want to see this more than anything.

But he didn't have time to gather Baird here and show her so she can take pictures and go all goo-goo-mom like she always did on them. No, he had a schedule to keep to. If he didn't keep to it Jenkins might just find a way to tattle on him to Charlene. Flynn Carsen was not the kind of Librarian to slack his responsibilities at home!

However, he did tell Jenkins they were going on a mission to find hidden treasure and the location was door-less. Now, well now he had to keep to his word! – Also he just really wanted to find buried treasure.

Cassandra writhed a little, seeming restless in her sleep. Her brow was furrowed and she murmured a whimpering, "Wait…" She must've been dreaming. Then, almost as if on cue, Jacob's arm tightened around her and Cassandra was calm instantly.

Okay, he needed to stop watching them. It was getting creepy. "Ms. Cillian, Stone," They didn't move. He sharply inhaled. "Cassandra," he said louder. "Stone," he said even louder.

Jacob jumped, his eyes jolting open in a startle. He then jerked back a little, seeing Flynn. "What the he-" he was half asleep as he hissed, "What the hell are you doin' here man?"

Flynn eyed Cassandra, then back at Jake. "We have a treasure map to follow, my fellow Librarian."

Jake took a moment to realize his surroundings – like Cassandra curled up in his arms. He would've pulled away but his arm was gripped on to; if he pulled away she'd wake up. He then twisted around to see the clock. "It's-! Its four in the morning?"

"It's better to get up before the sun does, Stone. Get an early start to the day."

Jacob dropped his head on the pillow, which also happened to have Cassandra's hair on it. He groaned. "Baird must really love ya to put up with this crap."

"Don't be ridiculous, Stone." Flynn laughed a little, heading towards the door. "Eve will be asleep in the car. I never can get her to wake up 'till at least eight. That's why I need you," he looked at him, standing in the open door. "You are the designated driver."

Stone growled. "Why can't you-?"

The door closed, Flynn gone. Stone really struggled to find the good qualities in Flynn at times like these.

Cassandra rustled around, seeming to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open, and then she froze. Jacob could tell she was also a little thrown off by their circumstances, which gave him comfort that he hadn't forgotten anything from last night.

"Um…" Cassandra said to herself, now gently pulling up his arm to release herself from his hold. Jacob debated if he should let her know he was awake or he should just fake it. He chose to fake it, letting her assume he was still fast asleep. Minimized the awkwardness.

Cassandra laid his arm on his side and scooted away some, wiggling from his grasp. She then just laid there, watching his face – he was so peaceful when asleep. She wasn't expecting to wake up like this, but she honestly wasn't opposed. It almost felt… natural.

Jake couldn't help but wonder what she was doing, just lying there. He felt her soft breath on his nose, and all he could imagine was that she was staring at him. He wanted to open his eyes, but he chose against it, and then he felt Cassandra get up from the bed. After a moment he realized he would have to wake up, and then explain to Cassandra that Flynn just recently told them they had to leave soon, yet he had fallen back asleep somehow. He rustled around and opened his eyes, seeing Cassandra drag her feet to the bathroom. That explained why she was willingly awake so early.

Jake decided to get up and get dressed, before Flynn decided to come back with Eve. As he sorted through his small amount of clothing options, Cassandra came out of the bathroom, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"What're you doing?" She tried to focus her eyes on the clock by the bed. "Its four in the morning."

Jacob looked up at her and smiled. "Mornin' to you, too." He sighed, ready to explain, when Cassandra groaned. She then grabbed something off the door and showed him the sticky note that was stuck on there. He couldn't read it, due to the lack of light in the room, but Cassandra would soon explain.

"Flynn does realize we actually need sleep, right?" Her comment made Stone assume the sticky note was from Flynn, and it said the gist of what he said to him earlier.

Jacob grunted. "I reckon in his mind we did get enough sleep."

She let out a short breath through her nose and heaved her body weight to her bed she had yet to sleep in. Cassandra was a morning person, he knew she was, but even this early (plus after falling asleep so late) was too much for her body to handle. She collapsed on the bed. "I'll just sleep. You guys go ahead; I'll meet you there later."

Stone snickered a laugh. "Really think Flynn will let you sleep in if he doesn't even let Baird?"

Cassandra groaned. "There better be coffee."

Jacob smiled to himself. He had to agree, there better be coffee.

Ya know, I really shouldn't spend my nights watching TV and movies when I know I have a Librarian known as Flynn Carsen leading this … whatever this was. Let's call it a Treasure Hunt. After I finished watching this movie on TV I fell asleep, but that was probably around one in the morning. Needless to say, I hate Flynn right about now.

However, I don't regret watching the movie. It was awesome. Never seen it before, and I should've, because like I said, it was awesome! Can't remember the name, but I remember this one scene in the end that was great. "Nobody puts baby in the corner."

That should be my next plan. I think I could make some dance lessons happen. Couldn't be too hard, yeah? I mean, we already seem to take some random vacations as it is. Shouldn't be too hard to convince Baird.

As I was thinking of how I could make that work, Cassandra and Stone themselves entered the lobby of the hotel. Cassandra looked like the walking dead, and Stone surprisingly looked chipper. Never thought I'd ever call Stone chipper. If I didn't know any better I'd think a body swap happened last night, and I'd be playing a role in Freaky Friday. Yeah, I watched that last night, too. Not as great, but still worth the reference, I think.

"Mornin', Red." I gave her a smirk. She just glared at me.

"There ain't any coffee." Stone said to me, saying it a little hushed so Cassandra wouldn't hear. "She's not exactly happy 'bout it."

Cassandra crossed her arms and pouted. "Can we just get out of here so I can go back to sleep?"

Eve, entering the lobby with Flynn, raised her hand. "I am with Cassandra on that. Hundred percent."

"Then," Flynn said with a spring in his step, "Let's be off!"

I could rent a house at a retreat for a week. Sign Casone – no, no, nope. Cassandra and Stone up for dance class but tell the instructor not to show up. Nah, Stone would just show her how to line dance – no one needs to know that. Ever.

I'd figure it out. I've got plenty of time!

"Ezekiel," I felt my arm being rattled around.

"Jones," Stone yelled in his deep, gravelly voice. I winced open my eyes to see Cassandra and Stone staring at me. Not a sight I expected to see.

"C'mon, we've gotta catch up with Flynn and Eve." Cassandra said gently, acting her normal self again.

"Wait," I sat up, seeing we were still in the car. We were parked, mountains in view, and Flynn and Eve out of sight. "Where are we?"

Stone groaned. "Where'd ya think?"

I rubbed my eyes. "We're here already?"

Cassandra handed me a bag of unknown food. "We've been on the road for hours. We just couldn't get you to wake up."

"Got ya some food when we stopped for lunch." Stone informed. Now that I was awake I could see that Cassandra was sitting in the car with me, Stone at my right – but outside, standing out the door.

Okay, so maybe I didn't have all the time in the world to think of a plan. But that was all right, I'd have plenty of time on the way back.

"Jenkins called," Cassandra started. "The clippings book gave us a mission. Flynn has given us today to find this lost treasure of … something, and then we're taking the back door back to Portland."

Fate just wasn't on my side today, was it?

"Right," I cleared my throat and ran a hand through my hair. "Lost treasure you say? Is there a means of finding it?" I raised a brow.

"Yeah," Stone answered. "Flynn's followin' the map now. If you hurry up, we can probably catch 'em."

"Right, totally," I jumped out of the car, bag of food in my hand. "Let's go find ourselves some buried treasure!"

Cassandra watched as Ezekiel practically leaped ahead, stuffing a burger in his mouth as he ran. Guess it made sense – a master thief would find stolen treasure that's now lost and going to be stolen and/or claimed by whoever finds it first fun. Cassandra found it fun like a game of sorts, but it wasn't exactly making her want to do whatever means necessary to find it. Normally, well maybe. But she was a bit distracted by the guy walking next to her, looking ashamed by the enthusiastic Aussie thief.

Ever since she woke up this morning, waking up by his side, feeling so… comfortable – ever since then she's had this pit in her stomach. A pit that doesn't seem to want to go away. This pit also always seems to become a whole lot more apparent every time she looks Jake in the eyes. She didn't know what it was at first, but around lunch she figured it out. She needed to tell him how she felt – soon. It almost worried her. Not the telling him part, no that terrified her. What worried her was why she felt this sudden rush. Her brain grape was pretty impressive with stuff, but it never could tell the future. Yet, for some bizarre reason, she felt like it was trying to signal her to confess before it was too late.

She grabbed his arm, stopping them in their tracks. "Hey, um," she started, looking him the eyes. Jake looked concerned.

"You all right?"

"Yeah, yeah," she sighed. She could do this. "I just… I need to tell you something." He looked at her expectantly. How on earth was she going to say this. It was so random, so out of the blue. "I just – I've realized – or, I've known for a while now, really, but I just… I need to say that I-"

"Guys, guys." Ezekiel came running up beside them, taking heavy breaths. "You know that ol' lune at the diner yesterday? He told me not to order the omelet?"

Cassandra huffed. "What about him, Ezekiel?"

"Look." He pointed behind them. Jake and her both turned, seeing the exact man, standing on a hill, watching them. "Creepy, right?"

Cassandra shook her head. "That's … that can't be him, right? A sweet old man, stalking us?"

"He was at the hotel last night, mate." Jones said. "I told myself I just needed some sleep – but there he is. Watching us."

"We need to find Flynn and Baird." Jacob said, voice gruff. "This could have to do with whatever this dang treasure of his is about."

They left to find Flynn, Cassandra's thoughts completely diverted from her previous inner thinking. But every time she caught Jake's eye, that pit never failed to come back to bite.

So I might've gotten carried away about the whole old guy thing and possibly interrupted Cassandra and Stone from having a probably very revealing and big-development-in-my-plan moment. I blame the burger. I was too distracted about how fantastic is tasted that I forgot about anything else – that is until Old Guy Creeps a Lot came 'round. But, I mean, treasure and food? A bloke can only take so much on his mind at once. Doesn't matter anyway, right? They've made plenty of progress just in these few days. Besides, if it really had to be said it would be said. Cassandra usually can't keep it in for too long before she pops.

That reminds me, I'm a bit parched. I could use a soda pop right 'bout now.

"So the same man who told Jones to not eat an omelet is here right now, on the grounds?" Baird said with a raised brow. Her and Flynn shared a look before she said, "And this should worry us why?"

"Well, it's a little on the weird side, ain't it?" Stone said, Cassandra at his side. I chose to lean on the wall and observe. See how the two love birds approached the subject to the Librarian and Guardian. "I mean, the guy was at the hotel last night, and today he was just standin' there – watchin' us."

"If we were normal people living ordinary lives maybe I would shrug it off as a coincidence," Cassandra chirped in. "But we're not exactly normal, last time I checked. More like … abnormal."

Flynn nodded, unfolding his arms from across his chest. "Cassandra's right. Take away the creepiness this elderly gentleman clearly seems to possess and we still seem to have a case that's out of the ordinary. Fits right up our alley, does it not?"

Baird sighed. "Yes, it does. But that doesn't mean we need to take on another mission. Can we please just finish this one first? Then we can go chase ghosty old men who have an irrational fear of omelets?"

Cassandra's brow was scrunched up as she said, "I would like to think that search wouldn't be too vast."

"Ghost – Eve! You're a genius!" Flynn gave her a kiss on the forehead, Eve blushing.

"What'd I do?"

"Don't you all see?" Flynn said with a grin on his face.

"Considering that you just figured it out yourself … I'd say probably not." Cassandra said with a smug expression. We all just stared at him blank faces after her comment.

"This is the clue we've been looking for! Ha! The map has been giving it to us this whole time! We just had to look to see!"

"I'm confused." I said. "What's a clue?"

"'Look and you will see. See and you will find.' That's it!"

"Flynn," Baird said, her voice trying to hide her irritation. "Explanation? Please?"

"Right, right, right, sorry, just assumed at least Cassandra was catching on."

Cassandra glared, clearly finding that statement a challenge. She then huffed and said, "The man following us is a clue to the map of whatever treasure hunt this is."

Flynn grinned. "Exactly! Nice job, Ms. Cillian, I knew-"

"So this old guy," I started, walking up to the group. "He's a clue? And he keeps showing himself to me?"

Flynn looked at me, his face fallen. "Jones might have a point."

"No, barb wire fences gotta point. Jones? He's got nothin' but schemes."

Stone's gotta a point. But still, ouch. "Hey," I looked at him with a hand over my heart. "I got feelings too, ya know."

Stone just rolled his eyes and grunted. To be expected.

"No, no it is interesting that it would single one out of all of us." Flynn placed a hand on his chin, staring at me as he thought. "The question is why."

"Isn't it obvious?" I could see everyone basically cringing, knowing exactly what I'm going to say. "It's because I'm awesome."

"You know, Jones, you've gotta a great point," Baird's voice carried deep tones of sarcasm. "But I think we might need to keep thinking up a reason."

"Yeah, a good reason." Stone mumbled.

It's all right. They're just too blind to see my greatness – it's called denial. They'll get there, one day.

"Oo!" Cassandra squeaked. "What if – what if it's the opposite of what Ezekiel said?" We all looked at her confused. Obviously because that was ridiculous. "This treasure, it was stolen, right? I mean, all lost treasure is usually lost because it was stolen and someone had to hide it."

Flynn nodded. "Well, yes, stolen by pirates. They took it from the Queen of Spain herself."

"Okay! So, that's it!"

We all just looked at her a little longer. I finally asked, "What's it?"

"Pirates were thieves!"

Cassandra might actually be losing it.

Stone's face lit up though, seeming to finally be catching on. "And who, out of all of us, is the dang ghost hauntin'?"

Baird and Flynn finally caught on, looking at me. "The thief." They said in unison.

The greatest thief, ever, thank you very much. "I think what you mean is the best thief, ever. As in, to ever live."

Cassandra blinked. "Right. Point is, this man, he's a ghost of one of the pirates who buried this treasure in the first place."

"Wait, wait, hold on here for a minute," Baird scoffed, "We're not actually saying this guys a real ghost … right?"

"Eve," Flynn paused, searching through his satchel. "We work with magic on a daily basis. A simple ghost isn't going to make you question things, is it?"

"What? No. Of course not. Just … really?" She said with another laugh. "A ghost? A pirate ghost, for that matter! That's just...!" She looked at us and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Santa Clause is real, pirate ghosts might as well be, too."

"Ah ha!" Flynn pulled out what looked to be another treasure map. It was rolled up like a scroll and an old, deteriorating string tied it closed. Flynn untied it in an instant and scanned the document. He then rolled it back up and looked at Cassandra, Stone, and I. "This ghost – describe him."

"Umm," Cassandra furrowed her brows. "His clothes sagged off his shoulders, like they were too big."

"Or-" Stone snapped his fingers and grinned at Cassandra. "Like they were wet."

"Oh! Yes!"

"He also had white hair," Stone listed off, "on the long side."

Cassandra scrunched up her nose. "He had a very scruffy, untrimmed beard."

"Uhh, he was old." I stated. "What else matters? The guy was a freakin' pirate – let's go summon the guy or whatever and find us some bloody treasure!"

"Because, Jones, this 'old guy' you've made friends with may not be the happy, lucky guide to the treasure like I had hoped." Flynn sighed, putting the document back in his bag. "The man you just described was not exactly what historians would call a friendly pirate."

"There were friendly pirates in the history books?" Baird retorted.

"Yes, actually. Black Beard was surprisingly quite a catch." Flynn shook his head. "The point of the matter is legends say this ghost of yours is why no one has ever found this treasure."

I folded my arms over my chest. "But I thought you said he was the clue from the treasure map?"

Flynn sighed. "He is."

I think it was safe to say I was never going on treasure hunts for fun again.

We were now scavenging for treasure in a damp, moldy cave, avoiding Ol' Man Omelet, and Cassandra was humming Whistle While We Work.

Did I mention I hated group bonding trips?

"Jones, keep up!" Baird hollered back at me. I grumbled in reply, picking up my pace. I voted we call up Ol' Man Omelet and ask him where the treasure was. Everyone else voted that it was best to not risk our lives for buried treasure.

Risk is the whole fun of survival! Probably why the ol' wet ghost picked me in the first place. He knew I would do anything to find it – I would risk anything. The guy probably just wants to see some spine for once. So what he had a reputation for guiding people to the treasure and also to their death – we could fight 'em, yeah? Ghosts don't scare me.

"Jones, if you don't hurry it up I'm gonna let the ghosts kill you instead!" Baird shouted at me again. I leaped ahead, catching up with Cassandra and Stone.

All right, so maybe just a little scared. Could you blame me though? The stories Flynn gave us were brutal. I'm too young and incredibly awesome to die now. Besides, there's no way I'm dying in Canada. I shivered at the thought.

Walking closely behind Stone and Red I could sadly now hear Cassandra's humming much more clearly, but I could also now see how close they were walking together. This whole ghost thing has got me so wrapped up in the treasure, I almost forgot about my brilliantly awesome plan. Stone said something to her, but it was too low for me to understand. Cassandra giggled and they kept walking.

Seems to me my plan is fool proof. That said, they still haven't hugged. Not that I know of anyway – there's always the possibility they hugged when I wasn't around to see. But I doubt it, they're still acting stiff around each other. Guess I'm just going to have to intervene again … somehow. It'll come to me. It always does.

We all seemed to stop so I looked ahead, seeing a wall covered in writing. Most of it were warnings to go back.

"We're getting close." Cassandra said to Stone.

"Yeah," Stone grumbled. "Just can't help but feel like that's a bad thing."

"We'll be fine – we're Librarians!"

Stone scoffed a little, smiling at her. "Considering what Flynn has for clues is from dead Librarians, that doesn't give me a heck of a lot of comfort."

Cassandra tightened her lips and nodded. "Good point. But still," she gripped his forearm, giving it a tight squeeze. "We'll be fine. I can feel it."

He grinned down at her. "Well Cassie, it's a good thing I have a whole lot more faith in you than in that map of Flynn's."

Cassandra beamed back at him, her arm now tight around his.

When I make progress, I really make progress, don't I? I should get an award. Award for being that awesome.

"Stone," Flynn shouted out to him. "Right or left?"

Stone looked up, seeing all the writing. He scanned it for a while, reading the different languages, the different messages. "Am I crazy to say neither?"

"C'mon, we can't back out now, Jake." Cassandra said.

"No, I don't mean to turn back either. Everything's sayin' not to go left, or not to go right. I say fine, then we go straight."

"I'm guessing you don't have a clue on how to do that?" I asked. I actually am a bit intrigued. Couldn't let Stone know that, of course.

"No, no, you're on to something there, Jacob." Flynn looked overly excited again. "Of course, why didn't I think of it? Jones, you're the master thief. Come, help me find some kind of trigger or lever."

I walked around the two love birds and approached the wall. The first thing I noticed was an obvious discoloration in the rock. I felt around it, until I found an opening hidden in plain sight. I slid my index finger in and –

Hearing a rumbling sound I looked back to see a wall now behind us. That was not there before.

"Flynn!" Baird's voice strained.

Flynn twisted around. "Oh no."

There was also no Cassandra and Stone. This was probably not good, at all.

On the upside, the wall in front of us opened, so treasure for me...?

Without even realizing what had happened, Cassandra felt Jake pull her back from a wall squishing her into a pancake. They were on the ground in a swift moment, and all Cassandra had to do was blink before it occurred to her that the very wall trying to crush her now blocked her off from the rest of the team.

Cassandra jolted up, banging a hand on the stone wall. "No!" She let out an exasperated sigh and looked back at Jake.

"Dangit." Jacob grumbled. "I'm sorry, Cass." He started to stand, dusting off his jeans. "I was just tryin' to get us outta the way." He wagged his head, clearly upset. "I instead got us stuck."

"No," Cassandra gave him a small, sympathetic smile. "Jake, this isn't your fault." She looked back at the wall, irritated that they were cut off. But they could find their way to them, right? Cassandra turned to see a new wall behind them as well. When Jacob said they were stuck he wasn't lying. They were trapped inside a cell made of rock.

"Like I said," he grunted, now dusting off his hands. "Thanks to me, we're stuck."

"You did nothing but save our lives." Cassandra said with a huff. "I'm sure there's an easy way out of this." Then she realized – oxygen. They were trapped, and sealed. They were going to run out of air, probably fairly soon. There better be an easy way out.

"Well, got any ideas?"

She looked up, eyes panicked. You have to stay calm, Cassandra. She could keep a cool head. No big right? She stepped closer to him to feel something under her foot click – then a large rumble graveled under them. She looked back up. "Jake, what's happening?"

Before Jacob could answer the walls started moving – moving in.

The small space they were held captive in was getting smaller, inch by inch.

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