Ian's "old friend" finds he's in jail.She needs a favor from him and he can't help unless she breaks him out.Who would you go to for help to break a criminal mastermind out of jail? I'd go to someone who knows his way around security cameras and technology.

Rated T for langauge and adult(ish) situations. (Nothing too explicit.)

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

A/N: I know where i'm going with this, so expect updates soon, but i'm not sure how much time i'll have what with a lot of papers for English, articles for Journalism, and projects for Bio and Spanish i have. This particular story won't be incredibly long, but if this one goes as planned i may make it into a series.

Enjoy!

She walked calmly into the concrete building, closing her eyes, reminding herself to breathe. The guards led her to a room and sat her down at a table, to which they directed a tall, blonde man to sit down.

"I wasn't expecting you. You look," he eyed her appreciatively, " you look great."

She scowled, and ignored what he said. "I need your help."

He frowned and glanced around. "I'm a little incapacitated, at the moment," he gestured to the bars surrounding them, "as I'm sure you've noticed."

She leaned forward, and he leaned in as well. "Dani's in trouble," she said quietly.

He straightened up, looking at her warily. "Who with, now?"

"People worse than you. They're going to kill her if I don't do what they say, and for that, I need you," she knew he would be reluctant.

"Not going to happen, princess. Clearly—" he rolled his eyes and she scowled.

"I'll get you out. Just tell me who can help me break you out," she cut him off, her voice quiet but pleading. "Where can I find your old colleague Powell?"

"Cell 327," Ian scowled.

"You mean… shit. Well, you've dealt with others. Who can help me?" she looked at him desperately.

"The only person who can help hates me and wants me to rot in jail until I die."

"What'd you do? Sleep with her and 'forget' to call?" she asked dryly.

"No… I tried to kill him and his stupid friends on several occasions." He didn't look her in the eyes, almost ashamed.

"Yes, I'm sure that can put a damper on any relationship," she glared at him. "Where is he? I'll convince him."

"Absolutely not. I'm not going to him for help."

"You want to get out of here?"

"Yes," he answered tiredly.

"Then tell me who the fuck this guy is. We need him." She wasn't asking anymore. She was demanding.

He cringed. "No."

"Ian. Danielle is in trouble. They will kill her. She's my sister, and your ex girlfriend. I'll do whatever it takes. That includes breaking you out. That means I need this guy." She wasn't budging, and he knew it.

"FINE. Fine. His name is…"

"Excuse me, hey you're that treasure hunter guy, right?" she flashed him a dazzling smile and he looked annoyed, rolling his eyes at his misfortune.

"No. The guy you're thinking of is somewhere over there," he replied shortly, gesturing as much as he could with his hands full, his face clearly showing his disappointment. She shook her head, smiling, not losing her cool.

"No, you're him," she insisted, "You're Riley Poole. I recognize you from your book. Will you... sign it?" she held up a copy of the book he wrote, and bewildered, he dropped the bag he was carrying which fell to the ground with a shattering crunch and took the book from her, glancing down to sign it with the pen she handed him before returning to staring at her in awe and admiration. He couldn't resist smiling like a fool as he scanned her beautiful face. She smiled shyly, looking down before returning his gaze with a slightly blushed complexion.

"I'm Jacqueline Vance," she introduced herself quietly, so he had to strain his ears over the roar of the throngs of people around them.

She hesitantly held out her hand, as if nervous, almost doubting he was real. He hastily took her hand, and, trying to be charming, leaned down to kiss it, but ended up being pushed to the ground by someone walking by not seeing him.

He brought her down with him, as he was still gripping her hand in his, and she crouched over him, smiling adorably. He didn't know what came over him, and he expected her to slap him hard, but he leaned up and kissed her softly as the fireworks over Mount Rushmore exploded. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet cliché.

She pulled away, stood, and helped him stand, smiling awkwardly.

"So… I know this is forward, and not at all like me, but... can I maybe call you? Can I have your number… or actually…" she grabbed his hand and wrote her number on his palm.

"Call me?" she smiled a bit, looking down, embarrassed. "I'll be in DC for buisness, actually, so… if you want to call… and we can grab a cup of coffee?"

He nodded, mesmerized by her eyes, and the way her nose wrinkled slightly when she smiled.

"I'll call you then," he nodded, almost speechless before she smiled again, waved, and turned to walk away. He grabbed her arm, gently, pulling her in for another kiss, before whispering, "Goodbye" in her ear and letting her walk away.

He watched her get lost in the crowd before turning, unbelievingly to the bag of shattered Champaign glasses and other assorted goods he was carrying with him that now lay on the ground. He sighed, but then glancing at his palm, grinned, picked up the bag and strolled over to toss it in the trash. Now to just find Ben and Abigail….

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She glanced over her shoulder one last time as he watched her walk away. She was still dizzy over his kiss, which she certainly hadn't expected.

She felt horrible, knowing that she was only using him to help save her sister. She had to make him fall for her, and keep herself from getting too attached, just in case something happened. She bit her lip nervously, breathing deeply. As she slid into her car, she tugged at her hair, pulling off the blonde wig and letting her dark hair fall around her shoulders. She couldn't help the nagging feeling that her alias 'Jacqueline Vance' would clash with Alyssa Camerino, and that she wouldn't be able to control the "Poole situation"...

A/N:Okay, so instead of doing just a prolougue and a super short chapter, i combined them, and viola, here we have it. I'm typing up chapter two, now. It's going to be dorky and slow-moving, but i'm trying to transition the story from being an idea into being a story, and i'm doing it in a rather short period of time so i get my thoughts down first and go back and switch it up/edit it later. If i lose my drive, i'll never end up finishing, and i really want to finish this story. So, i'm sorry if it's cluttered/confusing/stupid/badly written, but i'll fix it later. For now, i hope you like the first/second chapter. Hopefully, (I'm putting my homework off for a few hours) i'll have the next update up later, so, enjoy this one!

Please review, if you like it. I hate to be a beggar, but it really does keep me motivated, an i appreciate feedback and advice. Thanks.