Disclaimer: I don't own Night at the Museum or any characters and historical figures in affiliation with the films. I just own Viola.

I guess one of the requirements to join the mob was that you have to walk quickly, because I could barely keep up with my captors. We walked through the Smithsonian Castle, searching for my dad, and Al Capone was constantly pulling at my arm whenever I slowed down.

"Geez toots, could you hurry up a bit," Al Capone asked in aggravation.

"I'm sorry," I murmured quietly.

"Don't be sorry, just hurry up!"

I sighed quietly and tried to keep up with the pace. It wasn't just the pace that bothered me, it was the rather distasteful looks I was receiving from the other members of the mob. I tried to ignore them, but that was difficult even when I heard their suggestive murmurs and behavior.

The whole situation was bothering me, and Capone picked up on it. He pulled at my arm again and we hastily made our way to the art gallery part of the museum.

"All right boys," Al Capone ordered gruffly, "We got a job to do. Split up and find me this Larry Daley."

"Hey boss," one of his men asked him before he walked away, "What are you gonna do with the girl?"

"The girl is gonna stay with me," Al Capone replied as he slid an arm around my waist.

My face flushed a little as he pulled me closer to him; I froze, unsure what to do. I didn't want him thinking he could take push me around, but I also wanted to live to another day too! I glanced quickly up at his face, trying to figure exactly what he was doing. His face was blank and serious, so I lowered my gaze to the floor.

After the man left, Al Capone took his arm away from around my waist and grabbed my arm. He lead me in the direction of a beautiful fountain and away from the rest of his men, thank God.

"All right toots," He finally said, "ya better start singing if you know where your dad is."

"If I knew where my Dad was going, I probably wouldn't be here right now," I retorted.

Capone laughed, "That's some wishful thinking for ya! Truth is with my boys on guard, ya wouldn't get as far as thirty feet away from me, toots."

"Don't call me 'toots'," I stated in an annoyed tone, "I have a name, and it's Viola."

Capone stopped dead in his tracks and turned on heel, standing very close to me with a threatening gaze. "Ya better watch what comes out of your mouth girl," He said menacingly as his grip tightened on my arm. "With the favor I just did for ya and considering ya position in this situation, I don't think ya have the right to be telling me what to do."

I took a step back and muttered an apology, in which Capone loosened his grip on my arm. We continued over towards the fountain. I was surprised when he actually let go of my arm when we got to the fountain. Remembering what I used to do as a kid, I stood on the edge of the fountain. Capone gave me questionable look, but didn't say anything.

"So," I broke the silence between us, "other than giving me a bruise on my arm, what do you mean by this 'favor' you've done for me?"

Capone scoffed, "I thought ya would of figured it out by now, but I guess I'm givin' ya too much credit there toots."

I shook my head and let insult slide, "Well maybe I must of missed it."

"I know my boys creep ya out, it's perfectly obvious. I'm gonna keep ya with me so the boys won't bother ya no more, got it toots?"

"Why," I asked as I glanced at him.

"Why what?"

"Why would you do something like that for me. You're one of the world's most fearsome mob leader, and it just seems a little out of character for you to be doing someone a favor," I explained quietly.

Capone shuffled his feet and shrugged, "Well, ya seem like a nice girl. I figured that I would cut ya a break and do ya a favor." He paused, then added in a more threatening tone, "But don't give me any reason to take back my favor, cause whatever my boys decide to do with ya won't bother me."

I cringed at the second part of his answer, fearing what could happen. "Well, thank you for looking out for me," I managed to say.

"You're welcome," he replied, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Well," I changed the subject, "Since I'm going to be spending time with you, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Viola Daley."

"Al Capone."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Capone. Even though I wish we met under different circumstances," I said politely.

Capone shrugged and replied, "I don't, I just want my cut of world domination. Plus, call me Al."

"Only if you call me Viola," I tried to bargain with him.

Capone chuckled and glanced at me before he looked down at his shoes, "Nice try, toots."

There was an awkward silence between us for a few minutes, until I heard what seemed to be faint singing. "Do you hear that," I asked Capone.

Capone looked up from his shoes, "Hear what?"

The singing gradually got louder, " You don't hear that?"

Capone paused and replied, "I hear it now, Who's singing?"

We both looked around the room for the source of the noise. Other than the statues, no one else was in the room with us. The singing now sounded like it was coming directly from above us now. When I looked up, I discovered three cupids, who reminded me of the Jonas Brothers, were the culprits we were searching for.

"Great," this caught Capone's attention and he followed my gaze.

"What the Hell are those things," Capone asked.

"They're cupids, gods of love," I sighed, "and now we have to deal with them."

The cupids seemed to be rather offended by this, and the next thing I knew I was being dived bombed by them. I swatted at them, trying to shoo them away, but it didn't help. Without thinking, I took a step forward and found myself slipping off of the fountain's edge.

"Whoa!" I fell forward as I lost my balance. I honestly expected to fall face first into the floor like I had earlier, but a pair of arms wrapped around my waist before I could.

I quickly glanced up at him, and I found his monochrome eyes gazing into mine. For a few fleeting moments, it felt like time had stopped. All I could focus on was how his eyes met mine, how close he held me, and his cool breath on my lips.

I blinked, looked away, and removed myself from his arms; ruining the magical illusion we were both entranced by. I felt my ears burning, and watch him readjust his trench coat nervously.

"Damn cupids," Capone was the first to speak.

"Y-yeah," I stammered.

He smirked and chuckled, "You're a real klutz, toots. That's the second spill you've taken in the past hour."

I laughed slightly, "Yeah, I'm not known for being graceful." I looked at my shoes for a moment before looking back up at him, "Thank you for catching me."

"Eh, it's no big deal," Capone said as he looked away.

I followed his gaze and what a saw made rage well up inside of me.

Two of Capone's men were tormenting the statue of the ballet girl, make rather distasteful comments to her and frightening her. The poor girl didn't look much older than twelve or thirteen, and she was frozen with fear. The scene brought back many painful memories, and I couldn't watch it for much longer.

I ran towards the scene, totally ignoring Capone's reaction as I ran away from him. I placed myself between the two men and the girl, staring at them coldly.

"Well, well, well! Look who showed up," one of the men exclaimed, "looks like the girl has come to join us!"

"Leave her alone," I stated assertively.

"Looks who's trying to act tough," the other man remarked. "Just so ya know, honey, ya kinda cute when you angry."

"I mean it, you two assholes better leave her alone."

"And who's gonna stop us, toots?" The first man retorted, unamused. He shoved me, causing me to fall since he was obviously stronger than I was. "We both are stronger than ya, and we got our faithful Tommy's too. So why don't ya shut up and let us do whatever we wanna do!" They both started laughing, until the first man was whipped around only to come face to face with a very angry Al Capone.

"B-Boss," the man managed to stammer as his face paled, "I-I was just..."

Capone shoved the man and shouted, "NOBODY EVER TREATS TO MY GIRL LIKE THAT. I oughta kill ya both right now just for the way ya looked at her!"

Both of the men backed away submissively, "We're sorry Boss!"

"Yeah ya better be sorry ya jackasses! Go do what I told ya too! And if I ever catch ya two slackin' off or treatin' my girl like that again, I swear to God ya won't live to see tomorrow!"

"Yes boss," the two men stammered as they ran off into another section of the art gallery.

Capone sighed angrily, and turned around to face me as I picked myself up.

"Those two are very charming," I stated to him as I rubbed my shoulder.

"Trust me, it won't happen again toots. Especially if you don't go running into a situation like that again."

"Yeah, well I don't do well with seeing kids get picked on," I replied harshly.

Capone looked at me and arched an eyebrow, "Whoa, sounds like they struck a nerve there."

"Yeah they did."

Capone's eyes seemed to soften a little, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really," I sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Ya sure," He asked, looking deep into my eyes.

I blushed and looked away, "Can we just go back to Kahmunrah and see if anyone found dad yet?"

Capone shrugged, "Sure, I guess." We began to walk back to the Smithsonian Castle, just after Al Capone stopped one of his men to instruct him to gather the rest of his men and report back to Kahmunrah. It didn't surprise me that he gripped my arm as we walked back, but it was surprising that he didn't say anything. The silence between us gave me time to think.

For the most fearsome mob boss of all time, Al Capone was actually a pretty decent guy. A little rough around the edges, but he was nice. Well, at least he was nice to me. Not to mention... No, I couldn't be. I felt my ears burn and my cheeks blush just at the thought of it! It couldn't turn out this way; he is keeping me captive, he's the bad guy! But even if he was a bad guy, I did trust him.

I stopped abruptly, causing him to stop too. "Larry Daley isn't my real father," I told him before I could stop myself. As he stared blankly at me, I gently pulled by arm away from his grasp and started searching through my messenger bag.

"And what does that got to do with anything," He asked me in confusion.

I finally located my wallet and quickly took a picture out of it. "Because this has to deal with what I did earlier," I answered him as I handed him the picture.

I watched Capone study the picture, waiting for him to say something. There was nothing special about this picture. In truth, it was just a regular family photo, but it was my most prized possession.

"Ya look a lot like ya old man," Capone finally said as he handed the picture back to me.

I laughed slightly, "Yeah, my mom always used to say that to me." I sighed, "I'm don't really tell people that Larry isn't my dad, because I hate having to relive this experience. This picture was taken two years ago, about a week before the accident. We were just going out for dinner, like we always did every once in a while. Dad never saw the car coming around the blind curve..." I felt a tear roll down my face, but I quickly wiped it away.

"I was always close to Joel," thinking about my little brother. "I promised myself that I would always be there to protect him, but I couldn't protect him from that damn car. He was only twelve, he didn't get the chance to live life like he should have."

Capone placed a hand on my shoulder, "Ya stood up for that girl because ya felt it like ya owed it to ya brother, right?"

I nodded solemnly, holding back the tears held in from years ago. Capone then continued, "Ya know, I dunno if this helps, but I know exactly how ya feel. I lost a brother too, ya know?"
I rubbed my eyes quickly, "No, I didn't know that."

"Yeah, Frankie was my older brother. He always looked out for me, but he ended up getting killed while we was going to the station to check up on my election candidate. The cops shot him while I some how got out alive. It hurt knowing he was dead, but I kept up the business as usual. I know Frankie would have wanted to," Capone explained solemnly.

"I'm sorry to hear about your loss," I murmured apologetically.

"Eh," Capone shrugged his shoulders, "there's nothing ya can really do about. I can't bring him back, even if I wanted to. Ya just gotta go on livin' the way you think they woulda wanted ya to live, and if Joel sounds like the kind of kid ya makin' him out to be, I know he woulda wanted ya to be happy."

This brought a small smile to my face, "You're right, Joel would have wanted me to be happy. Like Frank would have wanted you to be happy." Capone nodded in agreement and continued, "Thank you."

"For what?"

I smiled, "For just listening. Who would have known that a well-known mob boss and a 19 year old college student had so much in common?"

Capone flashed a sly smile back, "Yeah, who woulda guessed?"

I nodded, "Well, we probably should be getting back."

"Yeah." Capone grabbed my arm, with a gentler grip this time and began to walk. However, he stopped after a few paces.

"What's wrong," I asked as I glanced over at him.

He looked down at his shoes, like he was deep in thought. He then took off his trench coat and slid it across my shoulders. "So my boys won't bother ya when we get back," he added quickly before he grabbed my arm again and lead me off to Kahmunrah.

This couldn't be happening to me. This feeling inside me couldn't be real. I didn't want to be falling in love with the enemy, but I couldn't help myself. I was falling in love with Al Capone.

Author's Note- 3/24/11

So, I rewrote this chapter today after having a chat with my older brother about Al Capone, and finding out an interesting fact about him. I'll incorporate the fact into a future chapter. After finding out this fact, I kind of changed my story around a little, taking a standing point that Capone could have feelings for Viola. Anyways, please tell me what you think! :D