Disclaimer: I DO NOT own National Treasure. I'm working on buying Riley though. ;)

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"You're kidding…"

"Uh… No Mam,"

"Oh… my goodness… Uh… Thanks for calling us,"

"G'bye. Mrs. Gates…"

"Goodbye,"

I hung up the phone and went into the living room, where Ben was on the couch reading the newspaper.

"Get up!"

"Why?"

"We've got to go to the hospital. Riley was in a wreck!"

That got him listening. "What?"

"Riley was in a wreck. He's in the hospital," Ben jumped up.

"Let's go! Should we take the kids or call a sitter?"

"Dunno. I think Abe would be okay, but what about Jackie? She's a little…"

"Sensitive?"

"Not exactly the word I was thinking of, but… yeah. Especially… I mean… she's pretty close to Riley…"

"Do we have time to find a sitter? Riley's always watched them before…"

"We do, but we can't leave them if they don't want to be left,"

"Should we ask them?"

"Okay. I'll be right back."

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"Now… Abe, Jackie, we've got something very important to tell you, so listen very carefully…"

"What is it, Mom?" Abe asked rather impatiently.

"Yeah, Mom. What's going on?"

"It's about Riley. He was…" I closed my eyes, waiting for the turmoil that would follow. "…In a wreck…"

Jackie gasped, and even Abe looked surprised. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. We're going to the hospital. Our question is, do you guys want to go with us or stay with a sitter?"
"I want to go!" Abe exclaimed. "I wanna see Riley!" I was surprised. Abe doesn't usually get that excited about much of… anything.

"What about you, Jackie?" Our daughter looked as if she were deep in thought.

"I… I want to go,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…"

"Okay. Let's go."

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"And… who are you trying to visit?"

"Mr. Riley Poole,"

"Ah, yes. Room 227,"

"Thank you,"

We walked down the hall to the room the receptionist had specified. Ben rapped his knuckles against the door. "Riley?"

"Come in," We heard Riley's voice faintly.

Ben opened the door, and there was Riley. He waved, smiling a little.

"Uh… Riley…" Ben muttered, walking slowly into the room.

"Hi, Ben," He said, his smile widening a bit. "Hi, Abigail, Jackie, Abe…"

"Hi, Riley," We answered in perfect unison.

"Wh-What happened?" Ben asked, sitting on thee corner of the hospital bed.

"I was just driving along, minding my own beeswax when-"

"Where you-"

"Forty in a fifty zone,"

"Ah,"

"Anyways, this car pulled up behind me and rear ended me, which… kinda caused me to rear end the dude in front of me. I got a bump on the noggin and woke up here with a concussion,"

"What did the car that rear ended you look like?"

"Dark green SUV, relatively new, tinted windows, fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror..." I couldn't help but chuckle at the last remark. Ben, however, looked grim. He quickly pulled out his cell phone.

"Who're you calling?"

"Sadusky,"

Riley made a face. "I don't think he likes me…"

"He wasn't in the best mood right then…" Ben said, smirking. "Besides, he likes you better than the guy that rear ended you…"

"You don't think it was accidental?" I asked.

"No, I don't. And I'll bet I know who planned it,"

"Ian?" Riley guessed. Ben nodded. "That guy is crazy!" Riley continued.

"It took you that long to figure that out?"

Riley glared at Ben. "Not funny,"

"Am I laughing?"

"Not out loud,"

"I'm serious, Riley," Ben said. "Ian has-"

"Nearly unlimited resources and he's smart," Riley finished, smirking. "But really, Ben, I've got a horrible headache. Can we discuss our impending doom some other time?"

Ben chuckled. "Sure. Just… get some rest or something…"

Riley nodded and almost immediately dropped off to sleep.