A/N: I got this idea when I rewatched National Treasure 2 where Saduesky shares with Ben that he had a copy of Riley's book. One shot. My second NT ficcy. The first one is on another site. I need to put it on here but I might end up dealting it. No beta. Sorry for any mistakes.
John Hancock:
By: LOSTrocker
Sadusky waited in his office for his afternoon appointment. He arrived right on time. Of course Sadusky would have rather gone to a meeting but with his current appoiment nagging, he gave in. Plus, he owed Ben Gates. "Mr. Poole, I've been expecting you."
Riley had a smug smirk on his face when he entered Sadusky's office. "Sadusky." he greeted and helped himself to the open seat infront of the federal agent's desk. "You read my book." Riley said, shaking his head in disbelife. His own friends wouldn't read it. Hell, they didn't even open their copy but Sadusky did.
"Like I told Gates, you write a book about government conspiracies, we're going to read it." Sadusky informed him as he waved an hand to remind Mr. Poole where he was at.
Sadusky wipped the smirk off of Riley's face. "I really hate you."
Sadusky just laughed. "Trust me, the feelings more then mutal."
"Then why did you ask me here?" Riley asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I was just wondering if I could get you to sign it." Sadusky asnwered him.
Rily gave him a hump and added: "Yeah, right." he shook his head. "Now, why do you think I would do that?"
"Because Mr. Poole, I can have you arrested for several accounts."
Riley held up his hand. "Excuse me, we were all pardoned. Hello, Mr. President. Remember?"
It was Sadusky's turn to smirk. "I wasn't present."
"So!" Riley retorted. "I'm sure it's one those file cases of your's!"
"It never got to me." Sadusky said.
"Yeah, my hatread for you just went from here," Riley gave him visuals with his hand lowered them. "To here!" Then went to his hand went way above his head. This SOB was having one hell of a power trip.
Sadusky pushed his copy of Riley's book closer to him. "Sign it."
"Oh sorry," Riley searched his pockets. "I don't have a pen. What a shame."
"You're forgetting where we are," Sadueky said, pulling a pen out of his desk dwarer. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Riley replied with much sarcasim, snatching the pen from the agent's hand.
Sadusky watched as Riley gave him his John Hancock. Then Riley pushed the book back to Saduesky. Saduesky looked at it. "With Love, Riley Poole." Sadusky read alloud what Riley had written down. He noticed the added touches Riley put with his signature.
"I even gave you a heart and a smiley face." Riley explained. "Happy?"
"Very," Sadusky.
"All this crap for a lousy signature." Riley said.
Sadusky laughed. "I thought you would enjoy it." he replied. "Ben said you were having trouble in the fan department."
Riley couldn't believe it. This was all Ben's doing. "I'm so going to kill him." Riley promised.
"I didn't hear that." Sadusky said.
Riley pushed himself away from the desk. "If you don't see him in the next 24 hours, I didn't do it."
"Will you get out of my office all ready Mr. Poole." Sadusky ordered playfully.
"I'm leaving. I'm leaving." Riley promised as he began to exit the agent's office. Before he was out Riley turned back around.
"What?" Sadusky asked.
"Okay, my hatread for you just lowered itself from up here," Riley once again went with visuals of his hands. His hands were above his head now, then he lowered them.
"Likewise." Sadusky said, with a smile and a small salute. "Good day Mr. Poole."
"Good day." Riley replied back, in a English accent. Then he took his leave. Riley Poole was now on a mission to kill Ben Gates but not before thanking him first.
Sadusky laughed when Riley left. Ben was right about him. He was fun to mess with. Sadusky made a mental note to call upon Riley Poole again when ever he needed the entertainment.
Fin.