-1AN- The second half of this chapter is in the can (that's to say, it is already finished). I just felt that it was too long and there was too information for one chapter. There is a plus to this- it is a guarantee that the next chapter will be put up soon. I'll give this one a week or two- and then you'll have a new segment. (I think that's a record for me!) Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer- Contents will be hot.

To the beloved reviewers:

FlyingLikeaPhantom- Sorry about the a verses an. I am a bit of a grammar freak myself so I went through the whole thing to see what you were talking about it. I haven't fixed it, but I'm glad I know where it is when I go through to edit! Thanks for keeping me on my toes and hope you enjoy this chapter!

InuYasha40- Happy to hear that you're still reading the story. Yeah, I'm basically freaking out about the 4th movie. Did you know they have Indiana Jones fruit snacks at Target right now?! I saw them and about died of delight.

PadmatheQ- I'm glad you're back with the story. This gap is an improvement from the last one and the next chapter will come even quicker. I hope you continue to enjoy it.

CHAPTER 11: "Oh Dear"

She couldn't believe it. Andi was absolutely stunned and humiliated that Indiana had physically prohibited her from going. She slumped in the arm chair, anger absolutely seething through her muscles. In an attempt to control herself, she gripped the arms of the chair fiercely, but it was to no avail. Maybe it was dim or egotistical of her, but Andi was simply positive that she could help Indiana, but he wouldn't even give her the chance.

She had to calm down. Nothing was going to get done while Andi continued to pout like a little child. Taking a deep breath, Andi rose from the chair and stretched her arms above her head. There had to be some way to get out of this room and follow Indiana and Sal. But how?

Andi crept as quietly as she could manage to the door and opened it to the smallest of cracks. Dr. Jones and Marcus sat in the main room, chatting and listening to the radio. There was no way she could get past them to the door without either noticing. She gently closed the door and started to steadily pace around her room, taking in her resources; There was the chair, of course… which was no help. Then there was an open closet with essentially nothing in it but spare towels and bed sheets, the queen-sized four-poster bed, a night stand, and one small window.

The window being the only promising thing in sight, Andi opened it and leaned out to see three floors of falling distance beneath her. Well, jumping would be no good, that was for sure. There were no nearby buildings, soft landings, ledges she could climb on, or even fire escapes on this side of the building. Andi mentally protested that lacking fire escapes had to be some sort of fire hazard, but it didn't do her any good. She sighed and plopped down on the surprisingly comfortable bed. "Think!" she said aloud to herself.

But after five more minutes of going over her ever worsening and increasingly dangerous ideas, Andi groaned in defeat and buried in her head in the Egyptian cotton of her bed sheets… her surprisingly sturdy and long sheets. Andi pulled her head up and gasped with the dawning of a realization. She stared at the material beneath her closely- and it suddenly looked more like a rope than a bed sheet.

Without wasting a single second, Andi ripped the 2 sheets off her bed and tied them together, knotting them multiple times, making them nearly twice as long. She had to secure her make-shift rope to something so it would hold her up. The only reasonable idea Andi could come up with was to tie it to the post of her bed that was closest to the window. She was sure she had read this escape tactic in a book and, well, now was her chance to see if it would actually work.

Perhaps it was the fact that Andi was 15 and short sighted or that she was simply too determined to let anything get in her way, but the thought that this endeavor of climbing down a building on bed sheets and breaking into a Nazi warehouse could leave her mangled and dead was pushed far away from her conscious mind. Andi grabbed the two remaining bed sheets from the closet, tied them onto her now lengthy rope, and tested how far it would reach down the side of the hotel. The sheets looked to end about five feet from the ground- a drop that Andi had no qualms about.

She opened her door and leaned out, looking deliberately sulky and tired. "I guess I'll just go to bed," she said.

"Would you like us to wake you when Junior and Sallah return?" Henry asked, his tone soft and understanding of the anger he'd seen so many times in Indiana's face when he'd been young. It made Andi feel horrible for lying to him. Not horrible enough to change her mind, though.

She pretended to contemplate it for a minute and then shook her head, forcing a smile for both Henry and Marcus. "No, I'm actually exhausted… maybe if we don't have an arrest warrant here we can see the pyramids tomorrow."

Marcus wholeheartedly agreed with the idea. He and Henry quickly became engaged in a discussion of the best tombs to visit and Marcus mentioned a relative he wanted everyone to meet. It was at this point that Andi felt it was safe to slip back in her room with a soft spoken "Goodnight." Once she was positive the door was securely shut, she made a beeline for the window where her sheets were ready to be repelled down.

It was quite a task to maneuver out the window and maintain a good grip on the sheets at the same time, but after a few minutes of thought, twisting, and turning, Andi found herself on the outside of a building, 3 stories up. She concentrated with all of her might on her grip and she used her feet as a brace against the wall.

Slowly at first, she edged downward. As she became more comfortable with the climb (and the lower she was to the ground), her pace quickened. With in a matter of minutes, Andi dropped softly to the ground below her and landed in a crouch. She stayed there only long enough to make sure no one had seen her escape. The 25 feet of sheets hanging down the side of the building were a bit conspicuous, but there was nothing Andi could do to fix that.

She took off at a trot, her frustration with Indiana and excitement at what she considered a well-thought escape seemed to channel into pure anger toward the Nazis. Andi's eyes were nearly blurred by tears as she ran and as emotions welled up in her throat. But she shoved them away and ran harder toward a danger she had never before experienced and could only try to imagine.

"Marcus," Henry said abruptly, interrupting the only English radio station they could find. "Do you think Andi is alright? She seemed quite upset."

Marcus stirred his coffee lazily and smiled. "Yes, yes. I'm sure she is. You know, she and Indiana have so much in common… I seem to recall an argument so similar to one you and Indiana had when he was about 14."

Henry chuckled with his friend upon recalling it. "Yes, except Junior snuck out afterward."

Both men continued laughing until Henry suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed. There were a few moments of silence before- "You don't think…?"

"She couldn't possibly," Marcus immediately said, although he did not look at all convinced.

Henry nodded, with a look a false confidence. Nonetheless, he only had time to blink before he briskly stood from his chair, walked in a way that failed to look casual to Andi's door and cleared his throat. "I'm sure she's sleeping," he said to Marcus, "but it wouldn't hurt to just-" Henry knocked gently on the door three times.

No answer. "Andi?" he called. Henry turned to Marcus, who's mouth hung slack as he shrugged. Henry knocked again before he swung the door open. He could not hold back a gasp as he saw the scene that lay before him. Marcus promptly joined his friend in the doorway. It was easy to see the sheets hanging out the window, anchored to the four-poster. More importantly, though, Andi was no where to be found.

Marcus shared an exasperated look with Henry and stared back into the room. "Oh dear."