Author's Note: This story is CO-AUTHORED. (Between Freidon and Breakaway01) If the story seems slightly choppy, like seeing two different writing styles within two different paragraphs, then you shall know why it is that way. Sadly, this story's title was named 'Got Milk', which is going to be the last line in this story. Pretty much, Shaw, Ian's partner whom 'died' near the elevator, is somehow alive. By the way, when you reach the Chik-Fil-A joke, feel free to raise some eyebrows. It's an inside joke. (Just so you know, this is Freidon speaking. Breakaway is good at drama, I'm good with wrapping things up. For instance, I did the end of Chapter five, she wrote the action scene right before that, etc.) Enjoy the story, and please, feel free to keep reading this Author's note if you are bored. I'll stop babbling aimlessly, and cut straight to the story.

Abigail: First Person

BBEEEEEEEPP!

"Ugh." I opened my sleepy eyes. 7:00 a.m. showed up on the clock as my hand reached for the off button to the alarm. My body struggled out of bed like it was all blubber, but it wasn't. I tiptoed off of the bed, and look at my sleeping husband lying beside me. I smiled at Ben when all of the sudden, outside of our room, I heard the refrigerator door close. Wondering what it could be, I walked downstairs. To my surprise, I saw Riley in Spongebob swim trunks, stuffing poptarts in his mouth, right in the middle of the kitchen.

"What?" He said innocently, having food in his mouth while questioning me. Like if it was just normal to walk into someone's house, swim, and then sneak poptarts into his mouth while to owners of the home are sleeping. Yeah, right.

"Riley, why do you have swim trunks on?" I asked him in a serious, but sleepy tone. He stared at me while looking for a reasonable way to say what he did.

"I was uh…swimming." He replied, saying the last word more softly then the others. It was if I had caught a dog doing something wrong, and as if he had an imaginary tail tucked between his legs.

"And how did you get on our property without our security system going haywire?" I questioned him.

"I programmed all of your security codes, remember? DUH, Miss. Smartypants." Riley told me confidently, like nothing was happening. He walked to the counter to his milk, which he needed right about now due to his mouth overflowing with food.

"So, let me get this straight. While Ben and I were asleep, you decided to go swimming. So, then you typed the code to get in our backward and went swimming? In our pool?"

"A little." He responded, a little scared.

"And one more question. How did you even get into the kitchen. The back door is locked."

"I kind of…uh…used the key under the mat…then lost it. Heh heh."

"Very funny, Riley." I replied, rolling my eyes sarcastically.

"Just please, go." Riley got his bag from the hallway and 'left'. I started to get my Swiffer to clean up all the Poptart crumbs Riley had so kindly left for me to pick up. After about five minutes, I was finally done and began making coffee when Ben came downstairs.

"I just had a strange feeling…did Riley come here anytime today?"

"You have no idea….."

Ben: First Person

"What! That can't be possible."

"I'm afraid it's true."

"Thanks for that information, Sadusky. Goodbye."

"Bye, Ben."

I hung up the phone and walked over to Abigail, who had just began reading a book on the couch.

"Abigail, I've got something to tell you. You may not believe me, but believe it no matter what."

"Okay." I winced, hearing the 'You're acting weird' tone in her voice. (Dating her for a year or two before we got married had it's advantages.)

"It's about Ian's undead partner, Shaw."

Abigail: First Person:

I rose an eyebrow, his remark catching my attention.

It had been almost two years since the day the Treasure had been found. Six months since Ben proposed. (One month since Riley received news that someone had made a wallpaper of him. laughs) Ian had long since been in jail, and all of his partners had joined him.

"Shaw? I thought everyone had either joined the jailbirds or the nuthouse?" I rolled my eyes as I heard Riley behind me. I saw Ben be the one raising the eyebrow this time.

"Riley…. are you wearing Swim Trunks? No, let me rephrase the question, why are you wearing a Sponge bob swim trunk at our house?" Ben stated, blinking. I giggled. I never did tell poor old Ben the entire story.

"Riley has been taking dips in our pool again. But who is Shaw?" I said, trying to get back on subject. Men and their short attention spans…

"Remember? Shaw, the guy who died a gruesome death that we almost shared?" Ben sarcastically remarked. He looked back at me and realized that I was dead serious. (No pun intended.)

"The bald man who worked for Ian. He died near the elevator, remember?" He remarked, cocking his head in disbelief. I nodded, my eyebrow still raised.

"If he is dead…. what's the big deal about him?" Ben looked at Riley, then me, as Riley spoke.

"The deal is that he isn't dead, Mr. Square pants. He survived."