"Move, move, move!" David shouted, running past everybody to catch the running suspect. Riley had convinced Charlie to go out for a real cup of coffee, but he hadn't expected to have his rather expensive coffee thrown to the ground and a knife held to his throat.

"Riley!" Ben cried out, opening the door to his car. Abigail grabbed him by the arm, giving him a stern look.

"No," Abigail said, looking at the two FBI agents - she had recognized them as David and Colby - who had their guns held to the woman holding the knife to Riley's throat. Charlie backed up into the coffee shop, where everybody else was cowering behind the window.

"Let him go, ma'am!" David said, managing to get ten feet away from her and Riley. The woman had an annoyed look on her face, and stuffed her hand into Riley's jacket pocket, pulling out his Blackberry.

"Hey!" Riley protested. The woman held the knife tighter to his throat, silencing him.

"Quiet," she demanded, stuffing the Blackberry inside of her own pocket. She pushed Riley away, pulling out a semi automatic gun, shooting at David. It was light, small, but she had excellent aim, the bullets flying past David's head dangerously close.

"Colby!" David shouted. From behind the coffee shop, Colby jumped over the hedge acting as a wall, shooting at the car the woman had jumped into. The car drove off but Colby memorized the license plate, 88DKB9.

Colby ran up to David, running a hand over his head as he caught his breath. Ben and Abigail got out of their car, rushing over to Riley, who had a hand to his forehead and a hand on his hip. That Blackberry had everything - all the buildings, the addresses, the equations… but it didn't have the memory chip!

"The chip!" Riley exclaimed. Abigail gave him a confused look.

"Do you still have it?" Ben asked.

"Yeah," Riley said, digging through his pockets. He held it up to Ben, a smug smile on his face. "I think this is what they were after." David walked over to them.

"She's our main suspect now," David said. He looked at the chip in Riley's hands. "We need to see what's inside of that immediately."

"I already looked at it," Riley said. "It's just a bunch of numbers."

"Then we give it to Charlie," David said, looking back to Charlie who was walking over to them with Colby at his side. "He'll figure it out."

"How did they know that Riley had the chip?" Abigail asked David.

"They must've been watching us at the crime scene," Colby said. "You okay?" He looked at Riley, who nodded, feeling incomplete without his Blackberry in his pocket.

"What happens now?" Abigail asked David and Colby. "Do we just wait for Charlie to come up with something?"

"Yeah," Colby said. "This is FBI business…no offense."

"None taken," Abigail said, giving Ben a knowing, hard stare. "We'll get out of your way."

"We'll call you if we get anything," David said. Riley handed the chip to Charlie, jogging to catch up to Ben and Abigail, who were walking quickly back to their car.

"So we're going to check out LA, right?" Riley asked. "We're going to go hit some clubs and-"

"No, we're going to visit Ian's hotel room," Ben said.

"How'd you get access to that?" Riley and Abigail asked simultaneously.

"I haven't got access," Ben said, turning around to face Riley with a smile on his face. "You're going to get access for us."

"But I don't have my Blackberry!" Riley exclaimed.

"Use your laptop," Ben said. They were all silent until they pulled up to the hotel. Riley protested at every step, making sure that everybody knew he did not agree with what Ben was doing. Unfortunately, nobody wanted to hear it. Ben had made up his mind and nobody could convince him otherwise.

"We can't do this, Ben," Abigail said. "We could get arrested!"

"Or killed!" Riley interjected. Ben opened the trunk and stuffed Riley's laptop into his arms.

"Get to work, Riley," Ben said, another smile on his face. "Please?"

"Fine," Riley said, sitting down on one of the chairs in front of the hotel, setting his laptop on the table. Abigail and Ben sat next to him, watching him.

"Searching for Ian Howe now," Riley said, pressing the Enter key and turning to Ben with a large smile on his face. The laptop beeped, signaling that Ian's hotel room had been located.

"What if he's not in a hotel?" Abigail asked, looking at the hotel homepage that had just popped up.

"He is," Riley said, his eyes scanning the page. "He's staying in the Regency. Room two hundred and eleven."

"I feel wrong not telling the others," Abigail said, looking worriedly at Ben.

"Don't feel that way," Ben said, standing up and smiling at her.

"Your smile doesn't make me feel any better," Abigail said, reluctantly giving him a peck on his cheek.

"Abby, everything will work out fine," Ben said.

"Famous last words," Riley said, closing his laptop and tucking it under his arm while he followed them back to the car.

"The Regency is just down the street," Ben said, covering his eyes from the sun and looking to the left.

"You better be right," Abigail said as she and Ben practically ran across the intersection. Riley called out for him and then stopped. He slipped his laptop into his messenger bag and walked casually after them. He was in no rush to get anywhere.

"Hurry up!" Abigail called. Riley sighed and reluctantly began to jog, dodging a car on the way and meeting them in the front of the hotel.

"Room two hundred and eleven should be on the third floor," Ben said, rushing over to the elevator. Inside was a maid, who clearly wasn't having a good day.

"Room two hundred and eleven is on the third floor, right?" Abigail asked her after having a stare down with Ben. The maid nodded, getting off on the second floor.

"Why did you do that?" Ben asked.

"She's more familiar with the hotel than you are," Abigail explained.

"Stop fighting, guys," Riley said, feeling like the child of two parents on the verge of a divorce.

"Here we are," Ben said, stepping out of the elevator immediately, almost running into a young boy with his mother. They found Ian's room quickly, with the door opened slightly. Looking at Abigail and Riley with uneasy eyes, Ben slowly opened the door, preparing for a trashed room.

"Looks like he hadn't checked in yet," Abigail commented, walking over to the coffee table, which had magazines displayed on the top of it. She spread them all out, finding one that didn't look like it was on the hotel's mailing list. 'Snowboarding Monthly' didn't seem like a regular magazine a Los Angeles hotel would subscribe to. Abigail picked it up, nearly jumping when a file slipped out.

"Hey, guys," Abigail called out, picking up the file. "I think I found something." She opened the file, which contained ten documents.

"What is it?" Ben asked. Abigail shrugged.

"I have no idea," Abigail said. "Looks like bank papers."

"So he was the financial support for these guys?" Riley asked, looking at Ben for answers.

"It looks that way," Ben said. He took the file from Abigail and handed it to Riley to put into his messenger bag. Abigail looked out the window, taking in the gorgeous, sunny sky. It was beautiful out.

She looked down at the street, instantly noticing a black SUV - like the ones that the FBI agents drove - stop in front of the entrance. She turned to Ben and Riley, mild panic on her face.

"We should get out of here," Abigail said.

"Why?" Ben asked, running over to the window and peering out. Don and Nikki stepped out of the SUV and into the hotel lobby. "We'll have to use the stairs."

"Do we close the door behind us?" Riley asked as they rushed out of the room. Ben nodded, closing the door behind Riley. They ran over to the stairwell down the hallway, relieved to see that they were alone. Abigail's heels clicked against the stairs, creating an eerie echo in the empty stairwell.

"Shh," Ben said, peering through the door of the stairwell at the FBI agents, who were being led to the elevator by a hotel employee. "They got here quickly."

"So we're withholding information now?" Riley asked. "We're so going to jail for this -"

"Riley, shh!" Ben said, hearing heels click in the stairwell now. All three of them walked out, Riley trying not to run as quickly as he could out of there. They joined a large group of tourists walking in the same direction they were going.

"I don't like this," Riley said. "I'm officially a criminal now."

"You were a criminal before you met me," Ben reminded him.

"You're ruining the point," Riley said. "I've never done anything this illegal -"

"You helped kidnap the president," Ben and Abigail reminded him.

"I…you…alright," Riley said. "Fine, fine, you caught me, I've done worse!"

"So, can I have the file?" Abigail asked in a sweet voice. Riley glared at her, then gave it to her.

"Ben, tell your girlfriend to stop seducing me," Riley said.

"Abigail, stop seducing him," Ben said. Abigail rolled her eyes and Riley stuck his tongue out at her. He looked through the documents, which were full of addresses, bank accounts, and documentation of transfers.

"Who would kill their financer?" Riley asked as they sat in the lobby of their own hotel.

"Somebody who needed to tie up loose ends," Ben said, frowning as he studied the first page.

It was for an overseas account in Europe, though there was nothing alarming about it. It was registered to a Mr. Jonathon Smitts, which was obviously a fake name. His frown deepened as he remembered that his specialty wasn't with banking and financing, though Abigail was skilled at it.

"Look at this and tell me if anything seems weird," Ben said, handing the paper to Abigail. She gave it a quick look over, stopping in the middle of the page.

"The day the first painting was stolen, twenty thousand dollars was put into this account," Abigail said, pointing it out to Ben. "And the same on the next day, and the day before that. Also, weeks before the painting was stolen, there was thirty thousand dollars put into the account."

"That must've been the starting fee," Ben said. Abigail grabbed the second page, noticing that there was handwritten stuff on the bottom, presumably in Ian's own handwriting.

"It seems like Ian filled in what they'd be paid next time," Abigail said, pointing that out to Ben as well. Riley looked out the lobby doors, watching as more FBI agents drove past to go to the Regency.

"Look at that date," Ben said, pointing to the date on the second handwritten dollar amount.

"What about it?" Abigail asked.

"It's three days from now," Ben said. "That could be when they're going to strike next!"

"I highly doubt that," Abigail said.

"Yeah, Ben," Riley said. "Without their financer, how could they pay for the equipment to get into the museum? With all the new security measures, what they used before won't be enough."

"I'm positive they're going to strike," Ben said, a sly smile on his face. "And we'll be there to catch them."

Abigail and Riley just gave him a weird look.

"When you say 'we'," Riley began. "You mean the FBI agents, right?"

"Of course not," Ben said, holding up the file in front of Riley's face. "We can't tell them about this."

"I really think we should," Riley said.

"Then what are we going to do?" Ben asked. "Wait for them to be caught?"

"Well… yeah," Riley said.

"We could send an anonymous tip," Abigail offered.

"I agree with Abigail," Riley said. "I'm not getting myself in a situation where I could be shot."

"Okay, okay," Ben said. "We'll make an anonymous tip."

"Awesome," Riley said, taking out his laptop. "I'll send it in now."

"Wait!" Abigail exclaimed. "How do we know which museum they'll target?"

"The FBI agents can figure it out," Riley said, his fingers typing away quickly on his laptop keyboard.

"True," Ben said. "They have the chip, all we have are files."

"I hope we're doing the right thing," Abigail commented, a worried look on her face. Ben looked at her with a smile.

"Trust me, Abigail, everything will be fine."

The chapters will be getting longer, I promise! And the updates will get quicker (she said hopefully). Hope you enjoyed it!