Disclaimer: I do not own National Treasure, just Elizabeth.

Chapter One

"But I don't want to file! It's boring! Why can't I go look at all the documents?" Elizabeth whined to her older sister.
"Because, you'll probably end up catching them on fire or something like that," Abigail replied, not even looking up from her paperwork.

The Chase sisters were at the Archives. Elizabeth had time off from her work in Egypt and was spending it with her older sister. She had already done all the touristy things there were to do in D.C, except see the Declaration of Independence and other documents.

Elizabeth huffed and picked at the edge of her black tank top. She swung her feet back and forth, watching the patterns she had drawn on her high-top converses swirl around. She began to pull on a string attached to her tan short, at least until Abigail smacked her hand muttering about how little sisters could never sit still.

"Dr. Chase?" the secretary asked, popping her head in the doorway. Both women looked up.
"Yes?" Abigail asked.
"There are two men to see you. They say they have urgent news to discuss with you."
"Alright, let them in." Abigail said only to have the phone ring at that moment. "Hello? I have a meeting right now, could I call you back later?" she asked as two young men walked in.

"...Very cute men." one of them muttered.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and stood to greet them, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Hi! My name is Elizabeth Chase, sister to Dr. Chase, who you probably wanted to meet with in the first place." she said shaking both of their hands.
"Oh cool! I love your shoes!" she squealed, looking at Riley's converses. Many different things were written on them with little drawings here and there.
"Tha-thanks! Yours are pretty nifty too." he replied eyeing hers up.

"All right, thank-you," Abigail said, finishing up her phone conversation. "Good afternoon." she said turning her attention to the two men in her office. "Abigail Chase." she said shaking Ben's hand.
"Paul Brown." he said.
"Nice to meet you." she murmured and turned her attention to Riley.
"Bill." he said with uncertainty.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and giggled at his strangeness. Riley glared at her and returned the handshake.

"Nice to meet you... Bill," Abigail said with doubt and gave him a weird look.
"Now," she said moving back behind her desk, "How may I help you?"
"Your accent... Pennsylvania Dutch?" Ben asked.
"Saxony-German," she replied smoothly.
"Oh." he said.

"You're not American?" Riley asked rudely.
Elizabeth burst into laughter and received a nudge from her sister to shut up and a glare from Riley.
"Oh, I'm American, I just wasn't born here," Abigail said firmly.

"And yours, it sounds middle-eastern. But you said you two are sisters." Ben asked, a little puzzled.
"Oh, we're sisters. I work in Egypt translating and preserving hieroglyphics. I'm on leave right now so I can spend some buddy-buddy time with my sister!" Elizabeth answered brightly, giving her sister a noogie.

"Gerruff!" Abigail shrieked and pushed Elizabeth away. "Please don't touch that." Abigail said feeling very harried at this point, to Ben who was looking at her collection of buttons on the mantel.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Neat collection. George Washington's campaign buttons. You're missing the 1789 inaugural though," he said tapping at a gap where it should be. "I found one once."
"That's very fortunate for you," she said unimpressed. "Now, you told my secretary you had urgent news for me," she said seriously.
"Ah, yes ma'am," he said, sitting down. Riley sat next to him as Abigail also sat down. Elizabeth sat on the edge of her sister's desk.
"Well, I'm going to get right to the point. Someone is going to steal the Declaration of Independence," he said, super serious.
Abigail looked to Riley. "It's true," he said.
"I think I better put you gentlemen through to the FBI-"Abigail said, reaching for the phone.
"We've already been to the FBI." Riley said.
"And?" she asked.
"And they assured us the Declaration cannot possibly be stolen," he replied, putting on an air of mocking someone. Elizabeth smiled at him to which he returned it.
"They're right," Abigail simply stated and leaned back in her chair.
"My friend and I are less certain. However, if we were given the privilege of examining the document, we would be able to tell you for certain if it were in any danger," Ben said quickly, finishing up and leaning back in his chair.

"And what exactly do you think you're going to find?" Abigail asked.
"We believe there to be an encryption on the back," Ben said, a little uncomfortably.
"An encryption of what?" Abigail asked, as though talking to a little child.
"Um... a cartograph," he answered, squirming a bit.
"A map?" she asked a little confused.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered.
"A map a what?" she probed further.
"The location of... uh," he cleared his throat nervously. "Of items of historic and intrinsic value.
"A... treasure map?" she asked unbelieving.
"That's where we lost the FBI," Riley muttered.
"You're treasure hunters, aren't you?" Abigail asked little triumphantly.

Ben and Riley looked at each other.
"We're more like treasure... protectors," Ben said.
"Well, I've never seen the back so it's possible," Elizabeth interjected empathetically, patting Riley on the back. He shot her a small smile.
"Mr. Brown," Abigail said, a little louder to make a point to her younger sister, "I have personally seen the back of the Declaration of Independence, and I promise you the only thing on there is a little notation that reads 'original declaration of independence dated-"
"4th of July, 1776. Yes ma'am," Ben finished.
"But no map," she stated.

Ben looked at Riley for help who only shrugged.
"...It's... invisible..." he muttered.
"...Oh... right," she said, clearly disbelieving.
"And that's where we lost the Department of Homeland security," Riley muttered.

Moments passed. "Well, if it's invisible, than that explains some things," Elizabeth said brightly.
"Oh come off it Lizzie! Of course there is no map! It's ludicrous!" Abigail snapped elbowing her.
"Ow! Bloody prick..." Elizabeth whined, rubbing her side.

Ignoring her younger sister, Abigail continued, "And what led you to believe there's an invisible map?"
"We found an engraving on the stem of a 200 year old pipe," Ben said.
"Owned by Free Masons," Riley muttered keeping his head in his hands.
"May I see the pipe?" Abigail asked.
"We, uh, don't have it..." Ben muttered.

Abigail leaned forward on her desk and theatrically whispered, "Did Bigfoot take it?"
Elizabeth opened her mouth to retort but Ben beat her to it.
"It was nice meeting you," he said standing up brusquely.
"Nice to meet you too," Abigail said not moving from her position.
"Lovely break in the day!" said Elizabeth jumping off the desk.
"You know that really is a nice collection." Ben said, referring to Abigail's button collection. "It must have taken you a long time to hunt down all that history."

Elizabeth grabbed Riley's arm as he went to follow Ben out the door. "If it's any consolation to you, you have me convinced," she whispered in his ear so Abigail couldn't hear.
"Thanks," he whispered back and left.

A few moments passed. "Well, I'm going to get lunch, want to join me?" Elizabeth asked her older sister.
"No, you go on ahead. I need to finish up some stuff here at the office, Abigail said.
"Suit yourself," Elizabeth muttered and skipped out of the room.

'Well that was certainly an interesting conversation; they both seemed so serious... Could there really be an invisible map on the back of he Declaration of Independence?' Elizabeth thought to herself. 'I wonder if I'll ever see Bill again. He seems like a sweet and funny guy.'