Disclaimer: I do not own Night at the Museum or any of the characters and historical figures used. I only own Viola Daley.

We returned to Kahmunrah only to be sent back to the Air and Space museum with Ivan and Naploeon in tow. Kahmunrah was angry with me, but he was absolutely furious with my dad. He made that very clear through his rant.

Al, Napoleon, Ivan and I walked outside to find Capone and Ivan's men waiting for us.

"Sorry boss, but we lost 'em," one of Capone's men explained.

"Great, now what do we do," Ivan remarked.

"Ask the girl, she can give us an idea," Napoleon suggested. Now all eyes were on me, and I hated it.

"Well," I said quietly, "knowing Dad he probably made it into the Air and Space museum, but I'm not sure if he would have figured out the combination yet."

"All right," Al said, "I guess we can all just go under the buildings to give this Daley guy a some time to figure out this combination, then we get 'em and bring him back to the Egyptian whether he knows the combination or not."

Everyone nodded in agreement, except for me. "You know I'm not a huge fan of this plan for my dad's sake, right," I whispered to Al quietly.

"Yeah, but what choice do we have? I'm still employed with the 'axis of evil'."

I sighed and reentered the building with Al, following the huge crowd back into the "STAFF ONLY" part of the building. Al and I walked in silence, which I could tell was making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"So..." He turned to look at me as I tried to start a conversation, "Tell me something about yourself."

Al scoffed, "I'm the world's most notorious mobster, what else do ya wanna know?"

I shook my head, "That's not exactly what I meant."

"Then what did ya mean toots?"

'Will, I meant like any hobbies you have. I know you just don't go around making deals and killing people all the time," I explained

"Not all the time, just the majority of the time." He paused then continued, "Well there is one thing, but I dunno if I should tell ya."

"But now I want to know," I insisted.

"I don't gotta tell you nothing," He scoffed.

"Hey, I told you about my family." I gave him a serious look.

"And I told ya about my brother, I don't gotta tell ya," He replied.

"Well, consider it an exchange of information," I said after a minute, "I'll tell you something about myself if you tell me something about yourself."

Putting it that way got him to think about it for a second, but he still wasn't completely sold on the idea. "I dunno, why should I?"

I looked at him with pleading eyes, "C'mon Al, please?"

Al let out a sigh, "Women, they're all so stubborn. All right! I'll tell ya, but ya gotta swear that ya won't laugh and ya won't tell anyone. If ya tell anyone, ya won't like the consequences."

"I promise I won't laugh or tell," I rose my free hand, "Scouts honor."

Al flashed me a questioning look, "What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"

I sighed, "It's just an expression Al. Kind of like a pinky promise."

Al blinked undaunted, "What the Hell is a pinky promise?"

I shook my head, "You know what, just forget it and let's get on with it."

Al nodded in agreement, and looked around to see if how far we were from the group. We were at a good distance, so he finally whispered, "I write love songs."

I had heard him, but I wanted to hear him say it again. "What?"

He gave a frustrated sigh, and glanced behind him to make sure no one would hear. "I write love songs, okay?"

I smiled and shook my head, causing Al to shake his head and sigh in frustration, "See? Ya were about to laugh at me."

"No, I wasn't," I assured him.

"Then why did ya smile and shake your head like that?"

"Because I never expected to hear that one from ' the world's most notorious mobster', as you put it," I explained.

"Well, I'm a surprising person I guess," he said haughtily.

I laughed slightly and played along, "Oh you most certainly are."

He chucked and asked me with a smile, "Ya gotta hold up ya end of the bargain, so what about you? What makes ya a surprising person?"

"Well," I admitted quietly, "I can actually sing pretty well."

Al arched an eyebrow at me, "Get outta town! You sing?"

I shrugged, "Yeah."

"Geez, I woulda never pegged ya with that one. I would think ya were to shy to sing," he admitted.

I sighed, "Well that's just it. I don't like singing in front of big crowds of people."

"Oh," Capone nodded, "well I'd still love to hear ya sing something for at some point."

"I'll tell you what," I suddenly had a great idea, "You write me a love song and I'll sing it for you!"

Al smiled slightly, "Ya know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea. You've got yourself a deal."

We stopped as the came to at the end of the hall. To the left was a door to the stairwell and to our right was an elevator. Al turned to the left, intending to go up the stairs but I stopped him.

"What's wrong," He turned and asked me.

"Nothings wrong," I told him, "why don't you just use the elevator instead of the stairs?"

"What's an elevator," Ivan asked curiously, butting into the conversation as he neared Al and I.

"It's this thing over here," I told them as I lead him over to the side of the hall.

Napoleon looked over the metal doors and the buttons, allowing his men to catch up. "So what does this elevator do, exactly?"

"An elevator serves the same purpose as stairs, except its automated and quicker."

"All right," Ivan butted into the conversation, "We shall take this... elevator. So how does it work?"

"It's simple really," I explained, "you just press buttons indicating where you want to go."

"Then you work it," Napoleon suggested.

"All right, I guess." I stepped up to the elevator with Al on my heels. I pressed the button and everyone studied how it lit up.

"So... what do we do now," Ivan asked curiously.

"We wait." A few moment after I said it, the elevator doors promptly opened. I stepped into the elevator, only to turn around to find everyone stating at me. "Well, come on," I shouted in an aggravated tone.

I, of course, got stuck in the corner where all the buttons were located while everyone piled into the elevator. I had no idea how many people were in the group until we were all crammed into the elevator. I pressed the button to go up to the next floor as the doors shut.

I turned to make my way to Al, only to find out that he was right behind me. And with my luck, his machine gun rammed me right between the ribs. "Ow!"

Al looked at me with concern filling his eyes, "You okay?"

I winced before replying, "Yeah, I'm fine. The stupid gun hurts when it hits your ribs though."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault the elevator is so crowded anyway," I told him, giving him a small smile.

"How much longer is this contraption gonna take anyways," Al asked.

"Not much longer," I assured him.

After a few more seconds, the elevator doors opened again. Al grabbed my arm and led me out of the elevator quickly. He gave me the impression that he wasn't too fond of the elevator.

"Hey, there they are," we heard someone cry out. I turned to see my dad and the red-headed lady running up the stairwell not too far away.

"Come on," Al said, almost dragging me up the stairs. We seemed to gaining on them, until we ran into some trouble. It was the Tuskegee Airmen blocking the way for Dad and the red-headed lady. I didn't mind it so much, Al was a completely different story though.

"They're getting' away," he yelled as he tried pushing through the airmen. He was soon joined by Ivan, then Napoleon, and then everyone else started to help.

I managed to squeeze through that mess, in hopes that I could at least catch up with Dad. I saw him and the lady in the replica of the Wright brother's aircraft, as they began to fly. "Dad!"

"Viola, look out," he called out to me. No sooner than he said it, I was tackled by someone from behind and hit the floor hard.

I opened my eyes to see Al standing over me, "Viola, are ya okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why did you tackle me," I asked, taking his hand as he helped me up.

"Why did I tackle ya," He asked in shock, "Viola, ya almost got hit by a damn plane!"

I shrugged, "Hey, if I'm going to get hit by a plane it might as well be the plane I researched for the majority of my childhood." I noticed he was missing his fedora, and looked around for it.

"Yeah, well your not gonna get hit by any planes on my watch," He stated as he ran his fingers through his hair briefly.

"And you know I really appreciate that," I told him a I found his fedora. I placed the hat back onto his head and glanced around quickly, making sure that no one was paying attention. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "Thank you for saving me, again."

Al chuckled, "How many times does this make, five times?"

"You wish! Try four times."

"It's still more time then you've saved me."

I was silent for a few moments, "All right, I'll give you that one."

"All right, Daley's probably going back to confront Kahmunrah and save your buddy. So we better find whoever he got the combination from and get them to sing," Al said to me as we followed the crowd rushing down the stair well, "Ya have any ideas on who he mighta ran to for the information?"

I tried thinking back to earlier this afternoon when Dad and I walked through this part of the museum. What would of brought him back hear? I suddenly realized exactly who he would have came to for information, so I pulled Al out of the crowd heading for the elevator.

"Who are we looking for," Al asked quickly.

"Small guy, wobbly head, with long and stringy hair," I described to him.

"Found him," Al announced as he walked up to the PA desk. He paused and then continued to ask, "What the Hell is he?"

"He is a bobble head of Albert Einstein," I explained to him.

"A what of who?"

"Never mind," I sighed, then asked the bobble head, "Excuse me Mr. Einstein. Could you please tell us the combination for the tablet?"

"Oh how strange," the bobble head answered with his thick German accent, "two people just came by asking me the same question."

"Yes, we know. The man you talked to was my dad, Larry Daley," I answered.

"Oh really? Thats wunderbar!"

"This is getting us no where," Al exclaimed in frustration. He pulled out his tommy gun and pointed it at the bobble head.

"Al! There is absolutely no need for that," I tried to reason to him.

He ignored me and yelled at the frightened bobble head, "Tell us the combination, NOW!"

"The answer's pi, 3.14159265!" Einstein tried to back away from the gun.

"Come on," Al said as he picked up the bobble head and tossed him to me.

"Geez Al, be careful with him," I chided as I caught the traumatized bobble head.

"Is he a friend of yours," the Einstein bobble head asked me as we made our way to the elevator.

"Yeah," I said with a sigh, which gave way to a small smile. "You'll have to forgive him, he just gets a bit impatient at times."

Author's Note- 4/14/11

So, what do you think about Al Capone writing love songs? :D It's crazy! He actually did write one while he was in Alcatraz called "Madonna Mia", you should look it up! Anyways, please review and tell me what you think! Reviews make me very, very happy.

Thank you pinkxjellybean for the correction about the elevator! I changed who says the dialogue, but not the dialogue in itself. The plot wasn't changed. :3