Indiana Jones Meets California Jones

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Chapter 4: I HAVE AN UNCLE!

Indiana was confused. And it wasn't because he was getting a major headache from the things hitting his head. "California Jones?" he whispered while he looked at the bag still a little stunned.

California began to look around herself to see if there was anything else she could chuck at the man's head. A golf ball! "That'll do!" She quickly grabbed the golf ball. She threw it as if she was a pitcher in the major leagues and it was a baseball.

THWACK! Indy felt something extremely hard hit the top of his head. The minute it hit him, he knew he would be out cold. He hit the floor for the second time but this time he was down for the count.

California dragged the unconscious man into the living room by his feet. "Man, this guy must weigh a ton!" She let his feet hit the ground and she ran into the kitchen and got a chair. She placed it next to the man's head. Then she when to the storage room and got some thick, long rope, "I sure am glad I am here a lot." She ran back to the living room. With great struggle she pushed the lifeless body up into the chair. "They make this look so much easier on TV!" Still trying to keep the man in the chair she grabbed the rope. First she tied the back of the chair and the man's back together. Then she tied his hands behind the back of the chair. "Now I know why the 'boss' always has his 'goons' tie the people up!" Finally she tied the man's feet and the front legs of the chair together. "That should do it." Cali took a step back and marveled at her work. She began looking over every inch of her work. She checked every knot to make sure that there was no way he could wiggle out. When Cali checked the knot that was on his hands Cali noticed something, something she wished she hadn't seen. A gun hostler, "But where is the g…" In the hallway that lead to room that she had been in mere minutes ago, laid a gun. She carefully picked up the gun. On the bottom of the gun handle were the letters I J. "How stupid to you have to be in order to put your initials on the bottom of your gun?" She said with a laugh. Then California walked over to the couch, remote in hand and slowly began to flip through the channels with the hope of finding something more interesting than watching this stranger sleep.

60 minutes later

Indy awoke to find that he was not in the same room that he had gone unconscious in. he tried to bring his hand to his head but he found that it was tied behind his back. He tried to untie it but it was tied to tight. He would have to burn through it with his 'lucky charm'. "Now if only I could reach my lucky charm." He said in a low voice.

"Look who finally woke up."

"Who are…" He was interrupted.

"Listen Mr. I don't know who you are or what you're doing here but I'm the one who's going to be asking questions. Got that, Bub?"

"You have been watching way too many cop shows."

"Oh Yeah!"

"Yeah."

"Well there is nothing else on so, ha."

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Don't change the subject! I want to know what you have done with my Grandfather and I want to know now!"

"Grandfather!"

"Yes, Grandfather!"

"What's Your Grandfather's name?"

"It is none of your bees wax!"

"I came here looking for my Dad! This is his house! And it is my 'bees wax'!"

"What's your name?"

"Indiana Jones."

California's eyes widened. "Jones! But…um…you…and…um…the gun…and…how?"

"How about this, I will tell you my dad's name if you will tell me your grandfather's name. Ok?"

"Yes." She said still in a state of stock. "I mean what are the odds that they will be the same."

"My father's name is Henry Jones." Indy watch her face closely.

California's eyes grew even larger than before. "My Grandpa's name is…" She paused.

"Yes!"

"Henry Jones."

Dun, Dun, Dun

"Sorry that was the TV."

"Well, at least it came on at the right time."

"Yea." She giggled. "So if my grandpa's name is your dad's name that means that you're my uncle!"

"And that you're my niece!"

"I HAVE AN UNCLE!"

"Apparently. You know you can untie me now, right?"

"Oh yea, Of course I do." She tried to untie it. "Man these ropes are tight"

"Well you're the one who tied them."

"They weren't this tight when I tied them. You only made them tighter by pulling on them. Let me just get a knive to cut the ropes with." California said.

"This is weird. I wonder why Dad would keep something like this from me."

"I don't know. But he kept it from me too. So unless my dad…" She said as she came out of the kitchen with a steak knife.

"Who is your dad?"

"Dakota Jones"

"So Dakota, California, and…um…what is your mom's name?"

"I don't know." California's eyes became filled with sorrow.

Seeing this he quickly changed the subject. "I see you have a knife. Will you untie me already?"

"Ok. No problem Uncle…um…what was it again?" She finished cutting through the rope on his hands.

"Indiana but you can call me Indy." Indy stuck out his hand for her to shake it.

"Ok Uncle Indy." She shook his hand and mockingly said "California but you can call me Cali."

"Just Indy, Cali." He said with a smile.

"This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"Sorry, TV again." She ran and turned the TV off and then went back to cutting her uncle's restraints.

A/N: This isn't the end of the story, don't worry. We still have to save Henry!