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Ian Howe signaled his men Aaron and Marcus to move to either side of the back door of Ben and Abigail's mansion. He had different henchmen than when they were finding the templar treasure, since those men had had their fill of excitement. Now he had to rely on these two idiots to accomplish what needed to be done. What needed to be done was to break in to his old friends' mansion and get his long awaited revenge. Because of them, he had to spend those precious six months in jail. A hostage situation in exchange for his fair share of the treasure. He'd noticed three nice cars parked in front of the house, so he assumed the kid, Riley was his name, was visiting. Even more leverage was that a car that had to have been Patrick Gates's.

He gave the signal and Marcus began to pick the lock. When it clicked unlocked, Ian pushed his way through. Much to their surprise, an alarm sounded. "Now we've got to do this quick." They ran through the home and into the main corridor. Just as they rounded the corner, Ben attempted to smash them over the head with a baseball bat. Ian grabbed the weapon before it could do any damage. Then he used the baseball bat to choke Ben.

"Ian," he wheezed. "What are you trying to do?"

"You are going to tell everyone it was a bird or something."

When the chokehold was relieved, Ben said, "It's okay, just a bird smashing through a window." Ian led Ben to where he heard voices. The two henchmen were in tow. They stopped at the room where the rest of the dinner party was settling back in. Abigail was preparing the dessert that Ben knew they probably wouldn't have a chance to eat. Riley was explaining to Patrick and Emily, though not in a way any one but he could understand, the method in which they should hook up a security system that even he couldn't break. "I still recommend you get a dog too." Ben overheard him say. He was starting to doubt the effectiveness of security systems, as he was being held hostage.

"Now, any funny business and someone's going to get hurt." Ian, Ben trudging along beside him, stepped into the room. His henchmen followed. "No one move, or I'll blow his brains out." Everyone complied. Aaron and Marcus attempted to gather up the group and have them all sit on the floor in the kitchen. When Riley politely refused, as Ben had a feeling he would, Marcus got out his gun and held it to Riley's head.

"Okay, okay. My word!" Riley quickly scuttled over to the kitchen and sat next to Abigail. She comfortingly rubbed his arm. Ben was shoved forward and sat on the other side of Abigail.

"Wow, I've really missed you guys. How's all that treasure suiting you?" Ian asked.

"What do you want, Howe?" Ben asked, though he already knew the answer.

"What do you think?"

"A nice chat with old friends and some delicious apple pie?" Riley inquired in his usual sarcastic tone.

"Always the charmer." Ian turned to his henchmen. "He'll be the first to go," he said intentionally audibly. Abigail reached over and squeezed Riley's hand. "No, I'm here for the treasure you cheated me out of."

"We didn't cheat you out of anything! You were going to leave us for dead, you DID leave us for dead," Patrick argued. "It's your own thick head that cheated you out of that treasure." Ian made a move.

"Dad, stop it," Ben said. "No one has to get hurt here. We gave the treasure to the public."

"After you bought this quaint little home. And you Mr. Poole, what's a guy like you doing with a car like yours?" Ian leaned casually against the counter. "I don't care if you have to rob every museum you donated to, you are going to get it all back."

Just then, the phone rang. "Well, answer it." Abigail got up and picked it up.

"Hello?" Ian reached and put it on speakerphone.

"This is the police. An alarm was set of at your home, is everything alright?"Ian gestured for her to lie.

Ben looked over and saw a look in Riley's eyes. He knew his young friend was going to sacrifice himself to alert the voice on the phone what was going on. He put his hand over Riley's mouth. He looked at Ben and rolled his eyes.

"Everything's fine. An accident. That's the last time I forget my key! I'm sorry about the trouble," she continued.

"Are you sure, ma'am?" the voice on the other end of the line persisted.

"I'm sure, thank you. Have a nice night," Abigail ended.

"You too, ma'am." She clicked off the phone. Ben motioned for her to come sit down. When she did, Ben put his arm around her.

"This can be easy, if you let it be," Ian said. "When you figure out how to get me my money, you guys are free to go. Until then, you're mine." With that, Ian left the room.

"Bye now," Riley said, waving with mock friendliness. Aaron and Marcus followed Ian, both kicking Riley on the way out.

"I suppose going out that door over there is too obvious," Patrick said, standing up. Just as he did, he saw a silhouette at the door. Ian had placed an armed henchman there.

"Yup," Riley said. "What now?"

"Let me think a minute," Ben said, standing up and pacing around the room. They sat in silence for a while. Emily was falling asleep in Patrick's arms, and Abigail was cleaning up their dinner. Ben had noticed after living with her that cleaning was her release. Riley sat against the refrigerator with his head in his hands.

As was his style, Riley broke the silence. "I'm hungry. Are we still having dessert? Please, Abi." He smiled.

"Sure, come here." Abigail got out the pie she'd prepared earlier. What else were they going to do? Might as well eat it.

Before they had a chance to enjoy the Pie, Ian and his men came back in the room. Riley was in mid bite. "Figured it out?"

"There is no way to get your money. It's impossible," Ben concluded.

"That's not good enough. You're going to find a way. I recommend you guys get some sleep. I'll escort you to the bedroom." They all stood up, 'helped' by Aaron and Marcus. Riley tried to carry the yet uneaten cherry pie out, but Ian snatched it out of his hands and set it on the counter. He put his hand on the back of Riley's neck and guided him into the spare bedroom.

Emily and Patrick were getting into bed, and Abi and Ben were laying out blankets on the floor. Ian shoved Riley in, causing him to fall to the floor. "Sleep tight." He left the room and closed the door.

"Of course they would lock us in the one room without a way out," Ben sighed. He looked at his parents, who were already asleep. "I guess we might as well get some rest," he said, getting up and handing Riley a blanket and a pillow. Riley took them and laid them out on the floor.

It grew silent as, one by one, everyone fell asleep. Everyone but Riley. Something wasn't right. He could feel something coming.

What's worse is that it's not a foreign feeling. It was far too familiar. He felt his head tilting to the right. This is how they always began. Why hadn't he taken his meds? He felt his muscles contracting all at once. Why did they have to be like this? Why did he have to feel it? The twitching continued, until finally someone noticed.

"Riley?" It was Emily. "Oh my goodness, what's wrong?" It looked as though he was having a seizure! "Ben, wake up!" Emily was now kneeling on the floor, not sure what to do.

Man, these seizures last forever! Never this bad though. Now he heard Ben at his side.

"What's going on?" Patrick asked, waking up.

"Riley's having some sort of seizure!" Abigail said, worried.

"Not again!" Patrick ran over and lifted up Riley's head, stroking his hair back. "Almost over. You're doing great." He whispered to the young man. Everyone sat in amazement. "See, it's almost over. There we go, all over." Riley's body finally stopped its movements, and he lay still, breathing heavily.

TBC

A/N: I've got more written, just wanted to see what everyone thinks.