Disclaimer: I don't own Night at the Museum or any of the characters and historical figures used. I only own Viola and the DVD's of these movies. :)

After we got home from the worst night of work ever, Dad only stayed in the apartment long enough to change his work clothes. He asked me to pick up Nick at school around three o'clock and left the apartment keys on the table. Then he was gone again, off to be the executive of Daley Devices. To be honest, I missed the days when he would just now be coming home from the greatest job in the world.

I changed out of my work uniform into a pair of jeans and a navy blue t-shirt. I placed the uniform into my closet, knowing that I wouldn't need it for a few weeks. I didn't have any classes today, so I just spent my day taking a quick nap and reading up on my history. Ever since I moved in with Dad, that has become one of my favorite pastimes.

It was getting close to three o'clock, so I went to get Nick. On the walk back home I told him about the events that took place at the museum last night. He was sad about it and shared my sentiments about it all, but he also agreed with Teddy and Ahkmenrah. "I know you can be very vocal about things Vi, remember that time you were trying to explain the truth about Paul Revere's midnight ride when you came to observe my class?"

I laughed, "Hey, its true! The credit should really go to Dr. Samuel Prescott, because he got the message Concord. All Paul Revere and William Dawes did was tell one village and get caught by a British patrol. Well, they both escaped but Dawes got lost in the dark and Revere got to Concord just in time to witness part of the battle that began the revolution."

Nick smiled and said, "See? Thats what I'm talking about right there! If you know something is right Viola, you shouldn't be too shy to speak up and defend it."

That got me to smile. I had to hand it to him; even though Nick was still just a kid, he was wise far beyond his years. I slipped my arms around his shoulders and said, "Come on, lets get you home kiddo."

We got back to the apartment and I spent the next few hours trying to help Nick with his Algebra. I wasn't much help, because I could barely understand it myself. "Finding X is only useful when you're a pirate anyway," I mentioned to him as he finished, a few hours later after we began. That got him to laugh, and he agreed.

I glanced out the window, I hadn't realized how late it actually was. It was dark outside, which was weird. Dad was usually home by now. As soon as I though about it, I heard the door open.

"Hey Dad," I heard Nick greet him from the other room.

"Hey sport," He replied to Nick as he shut the door. "Where's Viola?"

"I'm here Dad." I emerged from the kitchen and saw he was carrying a large amount of Chinese food in his arms. I helped him by taking the food and went to set it on the kitchen table.

"Geez Dad, thats a lot of food," I heard Nick remark to Dad as he began unpacking the food. Dad said something about how Ed from work was coming over, so I went to our "kitchen closet", as I had affectionately dubbed it, and pulled out four plates. I set the plates on the table as the phone rang.

I went to go answer it when Nick looked at me and said, "Let the machine get it." I sighed, and went back to setting the table.

"Gigantor, it's me, Jedediah!" We all froze as we heard a familiar voice on the machine. I glanced at Dad who ran over to the phone, then at Nick. We both gave each other a worried look as Jed yelled something about Ahkmenrah's big brother, Kahmurah, and how he was 'not a friendly'. Dad picked up the phone frantically and asked Jed what was going on. He hung up the phone a few moments later, and turned to face us.

"What was that about, Dad," Nick asked nervously.

Dad shook his head, "I'm going to go find out. Nick, I'm going to drop you off at your mom's." Nick walked off to grab his backpack, then Dad turned his attention to me. "Viola, you're coming with me. Grab what you need quickly."

"Yes sir," I replied and ran to my room. I grabbed my messenger bag and threw my iPod and phone into it. I also threw my wallet in, just in case I should need it. I grabbed a black hoodie out of the closet and met Dad and Nick outside the apartment.

We dropped Nick off at his mom's and quickly headed to the airport. We were able to get tickets rather quickly, thanks to Dad's new-found popularity due to his job. It was really one of the only upsides to his new job. Anyways, we boarded the plane and found our seats quickly. I was impressed that Dad was able to get two first-class seats, but then again, he could do it now that he was the head of a major corporation. We sat down and Dad tried to get comfortable in his seat.

I pulled out my iPod and began listening to some Phil Collins and Billy Joel. I was really worried about the trouble my friends had gotten themselves into at the Federal Archives. I turned towards Dad to ask, but he was sound asleep. I decided it was best not to bother him, his work had been wearing on him due to late nights and stress. He rarely got a decent night's sleep, and its probably just what he needed right now.

I closed my eyes after about twenty minutes of wondering what was going to happen when Dad and I got to the Smithsonian. I then found myself falling asleep to the soft lyrics of Phil Collins' "Come With Me".

I felt a hand lightly shake my shoulder, I opened my eyes to see Dad motioning for me to take my ear-buds out. When I did he quietly told me that we had arrived in DC. I quickly put my iPod away and followed him off the plane.

From the airport, Dad hailed a cab and we went to a hotel. We spent the night there, it was late and we were both tired as it was. Although the flight was short, we both decided it would be best to continue on in the morning. It was probably for the best to, because after we checked into the hotel I didn't even recall my head hitting the pillow.