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"Yeah dad, you're never going to guess who was in my office today." Indy said into the phone shifting through the few letters that were on the small table.
Dr. Jones wondered for a moment then shrugged. "I have no idea," He told his son.
"Ren Grant," Indy told him with a smile picking up one of the letters from the museum and opening it.
"Ren?" The older Jones asked in disbelief as the image of her as a teen came into his head. "Well how is she?" He asked not hearing from her since her dad died.
"Oh she's fine." Indy said tossing the letter aside deciding to read it later. "Rather than she thinks she got a letter from her dad."
"Good god,"
"Yeah, she got it a few weeks ago. It told her he was still alive and that he wanted her to meet him." Indy told him trying to remember what else it said.
"Well why did she come to you?"
'Thanks dad,' Indy thought. "In the letter it told her that she needed my help. And why wouldn't she come to me?" He wanted to know.
"Oh well, I just thought after how you two parted last time she wouldn't be on friendly terms with you," Dr. Jones reminded and Indy winced at the memory of the fight.
"Yeah, I don't think she wanted too, but sine her dad asked her she did."
"Well what did you say?" The older Jones asked impatiently.
As soon as Indy was about to reply a knock was heard on the door. "Hey someone's at the door, hold on." Indy told his father setting down the receiver and going to the door.
Indy opened to find Ren standing at the door. He was about to make smart comment when he noticed tears were glistening in her eyes.
"Ren what's wrong?" He asked as she just stood there. Ren closed her eyes and for a second he thought she was going to faint. "Indy, he needs our help." She said in a low tone.
Indy gently pulled her into the house and into the living room where the receiver still sat on the table. He ignored it for the moment and watched as Ren began to pace around the room.
"There was another note waiting for me when I got back at the hotel," She began to explain. Indy sat down in one of the chairs and waited for her to continue.
"But it wasn't from him," She moaned. "It was from someone who told me NOT to come to South America or he WOULD end up dead."
As she walked by Indy grabbed her hand and gently pulled her towards him. To his surprise she sat down in his lap and buried her face in his chest.
"I just want him back Indy," She sobbed. Indy protectively wrapped his arms around her and set his chin on top of her head. "I know," He assured.
He knew if this was any other woman in his arms he would probably be thinking about how great the night was going to be but he didn't.
Ren and him weren't like that, sure he liked her but they had always been just really great friends from the beginning. And from what he understood on their last encounter that's all they ever would be.
He quickly turned his attention back to his friend who was looking up at him.
"Why do I always come back to you Jones?" She asked with a sigh.
Indy was about to open his mouth when Ren noticed the receiver was sitting on the table. "Uhh, Indy whose on the other line?"
Indy quickly remembered his dad and reached out to grab the phone. "Dad? Are you still there?" He asked hoping his father was.
"Yes, and is that Ren?" His father asked completely shocked to hear her voice.
"Who is it?" Ren asked just above a whisper. 'My dad' Indy mouthed. Ren's eyes grew wide and she grabbed the phone away from him.
"Dr. Jones?" She asked in complete shock.
"Ren! How nice to hear from you!" The older Jones greeted warmly.
Indy stared in amusement as Ren got up from his lap and started walking around talking to his dad. 'Always did seem to get along with him,' He thought with a shake of his head.
Ren always seemed to be perfect. She always got good grades, always had a good head on her shoulders, was drop dead gorgeous, and was one of the greatest friends he'd ever had.
But the key word was seemed. He knew more about her than she probably knew about herself. He knew of her strengths, her weaknesses, her fears, her likes, dislikes. The only thing he didn't know was why the hell she wasn't already married.
"Yes well, Indy and I's last adventure was when we were sixteen, I think we can handle ourselves now." Ren said with a grin turning around to face Indy, who had the identical grin on his face. Their last adventure was the one neither would forget any time soon.
"Yes, I will. I always did bring him back in one piece, but I cant promise you he'll be alive, since he is getting old."
"We're the same age sweetheart." He reminded playfully getting up from the seat and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Don't touch me Jones," Ren warned slapping his arms. "Really Dr. Jones, why couldn't Indy pick up your manners?"
"Just testing the line," He assured and Ren rolled her eyes. 'God I wonder if she'll ever let me kiss her again.' He wondered then smacked himself at the thought getting an odd stare from Ren.
"And no Indy, you'll have more luck kissing the Queen of England."
"Damnit how do you do that?" He asked in surprise. She was always seeming to be able to read his thoughts.
"What? Oh all right. Yes, I will make it a priority to go out and see you. Bye."
Indy watched as Ren hung up the phone and tossed her dark raven hair behind her back.
"Hairs gotten longer," He commented noticing that it came down clear to her waist. She turned and gave him a 'how stupid are you again' stare.
"Yes well I've had some time to grow it out since your dream of becoming a barber failed miserably." She said with a laugh. Indy had to laugh with her.
She was referring to when he'd gotten dared to chop it off when she was asleep on night while she and a few of their friends went out camping. He had done it and nearly got killed for it.
"I'm still not sure wither I like it or not," He told her teasingly. She smiled at him then remembered why she was there.
"Look I love going down memory lane and all, but why we're chatting my dad's somewhere out in South America waiting for us."
Indy nodded and stood there for a moment. "So you're going to let me come along?"
Ren gave him another look. "If you don't hurry I wont."
"So what am I supposed to tell Marcus?" He asked with a grin.
"Tell him.." She trailed off trying to think of an excuse. "Tell him your taking a well earned vacation."
"I'm not sure about the well earned part, but a vacation sounds lovely to me." He said and hurried upstairs to pack knowing that this trip was going to be no less than amazing.
"Yeah dad, you're never going to guess who was in my office today." Indy said into the phone shifting through the few letters that were on the small table.
Dr. Jones wondered for a moment then shrugged. "I have no idea," He told his son.
"Ren Grant," Indy told him with a smile picking up one of the letters from the museum and opening it.
"Ren?" The older Jones asked in disbelief as the image of her as a teen came into his head. "Well how is she?" He asked not hearing from her since her dad died.
"Oh she's fine." Indy said tossing the letter aside deciding to read it later. "Rather than she thinks she got a letter from her dad."
"Good god,"
"Yeah, she got it a few weeks ago. It told her he was still alive and that he wanted her to meet him." Indy told him trying to remember what else it said.
"Well why did she come to you?"
'Thanks dad,' Indy thought. "In the letter it told her that she needed my help. And why wouldn't she come to me?" He wanted to know.
"Oh well, I just thought after how you two parted last time she wouldn't be on friendly terms with you," Dr. Jones reminded and Indy winced at the memory of the fight.
"Yeah, I don't think she wanted too, but sine her dad asked her she did."
"Well what did you say?" The older Jones asked impatiently.
As soon as Indy was about to reply a knock was heard on the door. "Hey someone's at the door, hold on." Indy told his father setting down the receiver and going to the door.
Indy opened to find Ren standing at the door. He was about to make smart comment when he noticed tears were glistening in her eyes.
"Ren what's wrong?" He asked as she just stood there. Ren closed her eyes and for a second he thought she was going to faint. "Indy, he needs our help." She said in a low tone.
Indy gently pulled her into the house and into the living room where the receiver still sat on the table. He ignored it for the moment and watched as Ren began to pace around the room.
"There was another note waiting for me when I got back at the hotel," She began to explain. Indy sat down in one of the chairs and waited for her to continue.
"But it wasn't from him," She moaned. "It was from someone who told me NOT to come to South America or he WOULD end up dead."
As she walked by Indy grabbed her hand and gently pulled her towards him. To his surprise she sat down in his lap and buried her face in his chest.
"I just want him back Indy," She sobbed. Indy protectively wrapped his arms around her and set his chin on top of her head. "I know," He assured.
He knew if this was any other woman in his arms he would probably be thinking about how great the night was going to be but he didn't.
Ren and him weren't like that, sure he liked her but they had always been just really great friends from the beginning. And from what he understood on their last encounter that's all they ever would be.
He quickly turned his attention back to his friend who was looking up at him.
"Why do I always come back to you Jones?" She asked with a sigh.
Indy was about to open his mouth when Ren noticed the receiver was sitting on the table. "Uhh, Indy whose on the other line?"
Indy quickly remembered his dad and reached out to grab the phone. "Dad? Are you still there?" He asked hoping his father was.
"Yes, and is that Ren?" His father asked completely shocked to hear her voice.
"Who is it?" Ren asked just above a whisper. 'My dad' Indy mouthed. Ren's eyes grew wide and she grabbed the phone away from him.
"Dr. Jones?" She asked in complete shock.
"Ren! How nice to hear from you!" The older Jones greeted warmly.
Indy stared in amusement as Ren got up from his lap and started walking around talking to his dad. 'Always did seem to get along with him,' He thought with a shake of his head.
Ren always seemed to be perfect. She always got good grades, always had a good head on her shoulders, was drop dead gorgeous, and was one of the greatest friends he'd ever had.
But the key word was seemed. He knew more about her than she probably knew about herself. He knew of her strengths, her weaknesses, her fears, her likes, dislikes. The only thing he didn't know was why the hell she wasn't already married.
"Yes well, Indy and I's last adventure was when we were sixteen, I think we can handle ourselves now." Ren said with a grin turning around to face Indy, who had the identical grin on his face. Their last adventure was the one neither would forget any time soon.
"Yes, I will. I always did bring him back in one piece, but I cant promise you he'll be alive, since he is getting old."
"We're the same age sweetheart." He reminded playfully getting up from the seat and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Don't touch me Jones," Ren warned slapping his arms. "Really Dr. Jones, why couldn't Indy pick up your manners?"
"Just testing the line," He assured and Ren rolled her eyes. 'God I wonder if she'll ever let me kiss her again.' He wondered then smacked himself at the thought getting an odd stare from Ren.
"And no Indy, you'll have more luck kissing the Queen of England."
"Damnit how do you do that?" He asked in surprise. She was always seeming to be able to read his thoughts.
"What? Oh all right. Yes, I will make it a priority to go out and see you. Bye."
Indy watched as Ren hung up the phone and tossed her dark raven hair behind her back.
"Hairs gotten longer," He commented noticing that it came down clear to her waist. She turned and gave him a 'how stupid are you again' stare.
"Yes well I've had some time to grow it out since your dream of becoming a barber failed miserably." She said with a laugh. Indy had to laugh with her.
She was referring to when he'd gotten dared to chop it off when she was asleep on night while she and a few of their friends went out camping. He had done it and nearly got killed for it.
"I'm still not sure wither I like it or not," He told her teasingly. She smiled at him then remembered why she was there.
"Look I love going down memory lane and all, but why we're chatting my dad's somewhere out in South America waiting for us."
Indy nodded and stood there for a moment. "So you're going to let me come along?"
Ren gave him another look. "If you don't hurry I wont."
"So what am I supposed to tell Marcus?" He asked with a grin.
"Tell him.." She trailed off trying to think of an excuse. "Tell him your taking a well earned vacation."
"I'm not sure about the well earned part, but a vacation sounds lovely to me." He said and hurried upstairs to pack knowing that this trip was going to be no less than amazing.