I said I wouldn't but I did. I have begun writing a BOS sequel to Technical Glitch. I hope you all enjoy it. Sorry for any mistakes I am currently using the subtitles since there is no online transcript yet. I will try to get the updates out regularly. So without further ado, enjoy. :)

This is a story about one Rachel C. Gates. Though her name didn't used to be Gates. But if you read another story entitled Technical Glitch you would know that. And this story isn't all about her either. Its about a treasure. One bigger than that of the Templar Treasure.

She was sitting in on one of Ben and Patrick's lectures. Not that she hadn't heard everything Ben was talking about several times already. She was his favorite speech tester. Still, it was the start of Book Of Secrets and she wasn't going to miss that.

He had just finished his speech and they were applauding. "I would like to thank Ben and Patrick Gates." Mr. Nichols began. "And say what a wonderful addition Thomas Gates is to out civilian heroes exhibit."

Patrick stepped up to the podium. "Thank you, Dr. Nichols. I only wish my grandfather had been here to see this wonderful day."

Just then from the back a man interrupted. "Excuse me. I have a question I'd like to ask." Ben and Patrick turned to him. "What do you think ever happened to that Booth Diary page that was pulled out of the fire?"

"We may never know." Ben answered.

"Perhaps." The man mused. "Perhaps not."

The crowd began murmuring. The man's face was now projected onto the big screen for all to see.

"You see, I have one of those great-great-granddaddies, just like you, way up in my family tree, name of Silas WIlkinson. He used to tell a story about the night Lincoln was shot. As Silas tells it, Booth didn't seek out Thomas Gates regarding the treasure map that night. It was Thomas who called the meeting."

Rachel rolled her eyes. Here it came.

"A meeting to plan the assassination of Lincoln."

"How absurd." She and Ben chorused. Here we go again.

The man got up and reached into his jacket. "Ladies and gentlemen I present to you..." He held out the half burnt page, suspended in a plastic cover. "...one of the missing pages from the infamous diary of John Wilkes Booth with the name Thomas Gates written on a list along with all the other killers."

After his little show the audience left, leaving them to figure out what in the name of Carson Beckett, may he rest in peace (the real one not the clone) was going on.

They carefully placed the page under the projector.

"Booth was a student of Latin. He shouted 'Sic Semper Tyrannis' after he shot Lincoln. Thus always to..."

Rachel cut him off. "Thus always to Tyrants.' we know."

"Surratt, copiae?" Nichols asked.

"Military supplies." Wilkensen replied. "Mary Surratt was convicted and hanged for supplying Booth with a rifle and field glasses."

Ben stepped closer to the screen.

"What if it was a setup?" She asked. They all turned to look at her. "Well, they didn't know that the diary pages would be burned. What if they wrote him into there in case they were caught. He would take the blame." She explained.

"Young lady you don't have any evidence to support that so if you don't mind we're rather busy."Wilkinson patronised.

She glared at him.

"Thomas Gates, artifex." Ben mused.

"Designer." Wilkinson added. "Or 'mastermind'"

"I know what it means." He said.

"He must have planned the assassination." He prodded.

"I see."

Patrick pipped up. "Could mean mastermind of anything." He walked over to the page and pointed to the burnt edge. "You see that? Burned out right there."

"I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you." Wilkinson sighed.

Rachel snorted. "You don't care about our family honor. Why do the villains always act like they care when its so obvious they don't?"

"Excuse me miss, 'our' family honor?" He asked.

She smiled and held out her hand. "Rachel C. Gates."

He shook her hand. "I didn't realise you had a daughter Mr. Gates. Pleasure to meet you Miss Gates."

Her smile changed to a glare. "I'm sure it is."

"May I Mr..." Mr Nichols pressed between them to get to the display case.

"Wilkinson."

"I'll see if this new page matches the Booth diary." He finished, taking out the book and going over to the projector.

"This is an outrage. You're calling my grandfather a liar." Patrick fumed.

"With respect, now you're calling my great-great-granddaddy a liar." Wilkinson rebuffed.

"Yes, sir, I am. This isn't some garbage from a history book. My grandfather told me this story himself. I saw the truth of it in his eyes." He argued.

"I'm sorry, sir. I truly am."

They all watched on bated breath as Nichols slid the pages together. It was a perfect fit. "We'll test this thoroughly, Patrick, to authenticate it." He assured.

"It can't be." Patrick whispered.

"Unfortunately it seems it can be." She sighed.

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