A/N: Really short bit here until I finish NT2 and some other odds and ends. Hope you like it.
It was one of those really fancy things, not, for once, a museum exhibit-opening party, but a museum-thrown party for the four of them, to celebrate them and their treasure-finding abilities or something. Riley was looking for Kara and trying to avoid talking to people. They were supposed to have lunch, but then her flight to Washington got delayed and she had decided to fly straight from Halifax to – here. Where was here? There were people speaking French off to his right, but there were often international people at these sorts of things, so it didn't necessarily mean France or a French-speaking place. He started thinking how sad it was that fabulous European travel was so lost on him now. He was fairly certain that they were in Europe. Or was it Canada? No, she wouldn't have planned to fly down to Washington and then back up to Quebec. The plane ride had been long. Really long. And not just because Abby and Ben were behind him bickering about a dead president's favourite food.
"Fleet of private jets." He muttered, shaking his head.
"Riley!" he turned at the sound of her voice. "There's someone I want you to meet." She dragged forward by the wrist a teenage girl. She was several inches shorter than Kara and just as fine-boned, her hair was blonde and her blue eyes were striking, not so much as Riley's, but close. She and Kara shared some similar features, but Kara's nose was a little too long for traditional beauty, and a little crooked from a break. Kara was pretty. The other girl was beautiful, by anyone's standards. Riley preferred Kara, and not just because of the younger girl's well, younger-ness. She looked to be in high school. She also looked like Riley felt; uncomfortable and sullen. "This is my little sister Morgan. Morgan, this is my friend Riley."
"Morgan. Morgan your sister. A girl."
"Do you have a problem? With that, or in general?" Morgan's bored, sullen expression gave way to a sweet smile.
"Morgan," Kara's smile was carefully frozen on her face.
"Nice to meet you, Kara's friend." Morgan reached out to shake hands with him, sending a look at Kara, who glared.
"Hi, Kara's sister." he replied. "I didn't know Kara had a sister."
"I didn't know Kara had a friend." Morgan deadpanned. Riley immediately liked her. She turned to Kara. "I'm hungry."
"Eating at these things can be dangerous. I'll show you what's safe and snail-free." Riley offered.
"Okay. Then I guess I'll go find Abby." Kara said uncertainly.
"Okay." Morgan waved. Kara didn't see them for another hour. Just when worry was escalating to panic, they showed up again. Both in sneakers.
"What are those?"
"Shoes."
"Morgan, your luggage is at the hotel. I packed those in your luggage myself."
"Yes, you did."
"I locked them in your luggage myself."
"Well then how did I get them?"
"Riley, are you corrupting my sister?"
"She's the one corrupting me!" he protested. "The thing with the Belgian ambassador was genius." He bowed to Morgan.
"Oh, please. The First Lady? That was inspired."
"I don't want to know." Kara threw up her hands.
"Come on. I want you to see the thing Ben's face does when it goes all purple." Riley and Morgan left again.
"And I was worried she would be bored with no one her age here." Kara shrugged. "And now they've got me talking to myself. Joy. And now I'm stopping."
"Kara, your sister is just charming." Abby came over.
"You should go check on Ben."
"Why?"
"Because there's only one reason Morgan is ever charming." They heard a strangled, definitely angry yell. "Let's go." Abby looked shocked. "She's got the face of an angel, but trust me, underneath is … well, let's just see what we're dealing with."
