Author's Note: Some of the stuff from this chapter references a few stuff from Book of Secrets so I just wanted to let you know although I doubt you'd really know which stuff that I'm talking about unless you've seen the movie.

Also, I see a lot of people alerting this story who have not been reviewing. Hate to sound like a nudge but please review cause I'd like to know what you think what you like or whatever. It's just the polite thing to do!

The chapters are coming slower cause I'm wondering what to do next because of what I have planned mostly happens much later which sucks cause I wanted to do a trailer for the story but no I suck at doing that stuff..haha. oh distracting myself.

Thanks to the reviews guys (Jousting Elf with a Sabre, Thuraya Known, Anarra, Ianmwolf, nemo123489, ShadowWolfDagger, bookworm2011, Lori)!! The coolest thing y'all said is that I captured Riley. That so made my day! Okay now finally..on with Chapter 3!


Chapter 3

The queen sized bed with the white sheets of pure fluff made Sam feel like she had slept on a gigantic marshmallow. Unfortunately for her though she never did sleep well in a bed that wasn't her own, even if this bed was much more comfortable than the one in her room. She would've stayed in that bed much longer just to enjoy herself and rest if her bladder would have cooperated.

Since there was no point in going back to the bed, Sam decided it was the perfect opportunity to look around Riley's apartment. Mainly getting a better sense of who he was and get some good old fashion snooping out of the way before he woke up. Sam tipped toed over to his bedroom to double check he wasn't up. When she cracked open the door she heard him tossing and turning in his own fluffy white marshmallow bed. Sam smiled to herself because she knew she had at least a few minutes to herself before he awoke.

Her eyes first made contact with the kitchen she had become a bit familiar with the night before. Almost everything was completely stainless steel (microwave, fridge, oven, etc) in that area. The exception was the cabinets and the dinette set. Those were nice, dark matching wood furniture.

She smirked. He is way into the matchy matchy aspects of interior design.

So she moved her attentions to the den area that was the center of the place. It held a different vibe for her than the cold, modern kitchen. Whereas the kitchen was cold and dark, the den was full of light and comfort. She went over to the large window to open the blinds and the most spectacular view of Washington D.C. greeted her. Her breath caught up at the scene and she wondered if this hadn't been the selling point for Riley.

Her thoughts wandered as she walked over to the brown leather couch and the matching leather recliner. Both were turned to face the large wall bound plasma screen television. Typical male species furniture she laughed.

Sam was surprised to find a bookshelf notched into a corner of the living area. She tilted her head as she went to get a better look at the books. There was nothing there that blew her mind away: Tom Clancy, conspiracy theories, UFO centered, Lord of the Rings...

She looked over to the next shelf and saw two framed photographs in front of stack of books. One was of Riley with a blond haired woman who was wrapped around a tall brunette male. Upon closer scrutiny she identified the man as Ben Gates, the explorer who had discovered the Knight Templar's treasure. However, it was the other photo that caught her attention and so she picked it up for a better examination. It was a self captured picture with Riley and an auburn haired woman standing in front of Mount Rushmore. Judging by the sky it was obviously daytime and from their clothes, terribly cold.

"What are you doing?" A grouchy voice asked. Sam spun around and caught Riley rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Just admiring your photographs," Sam answered, looking back at the picture. "She's pretty."

"Who?" He puttered over to the cabinets, taking out a box of Chocolate Pop Tarts.

"The...redhead," Sam replied. She held up the picture. "Is she your girlfriend?"

Riley quickly looked over his shoulder towards her and immediately knew who she was referring to. "Why do you care if she is or not?" He put the food into the toaster.

She shrugged her shoulders and made her way to him. "I kind of would like to know if a female like me would cause any problems in your relationship Mr. Poole. You know how jealous girls can be.." She stopped mid sentence. "Although I doubt that anyone would ever really put us together in the first place..."

He let out a miserable sigh. "Ex." He turned to face her directly. "She's...my..ex..girlfriend."

His words slowly came out. Riley finally had the presence of mind to realize something.

"You look different."

"Well that's a rude thing to say in the morning," she attempted to fix her wacky jawed pony tail. "No one looks like Heidi Klum first thing in the morning..well unless you're Heidi Klum..."

Riley shook his head and proceeded to point at the top of her head. "Last night. Your hair was black. Not..brown."

"Golden Brown Mr. Poole," Sam corrected. "And last night I wore a wig."

He stared at her. "You what?"

"A wig. Hold on one sec..." Sam dashed to her room and ran back to the kitchen, holding it up for him to see.

"It looks like a dead, fluffly rat." His face was in complete and utter disgust. "Why do you own such a thing?"

Sam placed it on her head, tucking a few loose strains of her real hair in. "Part of my job is to be inconspicuous. I wanted to have something to hide my real identity and the wig kind of goes along with it. Plus I think I look cool with black hair. I just don't have the guts to actually dye it."

Riley just looked at her. "A simple 'because I wanted one' would have sufficed."

She smiled at his sarcasm and watched him take out his pop tarts. "So..should I feed you or something?"

"I'm not a dog," she replied but kept her eyes on the chocolate pop tarts.

"Good to know," he chewed on his food. "So what exactly goes on with having you guarding me? Should I just stay home until things blow over?"

Sam shook her head. "No. I think you should carry your life as if nothing has happened." Her eyes were back on him. "What were you planning on doing today before I showed up?"

"I was going to sleep until noon," he answered dryly.

"Then why don't you go back to sleep?"

"Because I've got you watching my every move and it's a little annoying." Riley handed Sam the other pop tart which surprised her but she took it since she was starving. "But I did want to head over to Borders..."

"Why?" She grumbled through her food.

Riley shrugged. "No reason. Go fix your wig Sam. We're going out."

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Going to Borders in a red Ferrari wasn't exactly Sam's idea of being inconspicuous. Also with the way Riley drove the car didn't exactly help the idea either since he kept doing the whole stop go stop go routine.

"How long did you say you've had this car?" She asked him, holding onto her black wig as best she could against wind.

"Four years," he told her.

"Don't you think you would've learned how to drive it by now?"

Riley muttered a few profanities which made her relish in her own sarcasm.

Sam had gone to get a cup of hot chocolate from the coffee area while Riley went to look for some book of his. When she came back to him, she noticed he was trying to read a random book but staring straight ahead.

"What are you doing Mr. Poole?" She whispered.

Riley went spastic and dropped his book on the floor.

"That was discreet."

"Shh!" He bent down to pick up the book off the ground and looked to where he had previously been staring. "Oh man. They didn't buy it!"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Riley didn't answer but walked over to the spot that Sam hadn't noticed before. It was the Riley Poole section, apparently, with a cardboard cut out of him in a Indiana Jones type outfit and a display of books with his name and the title The Templar Treasure.

"You. Wrote. a. Book?" She asked, still taking the in the news that this guy had written an actual book and got it published.

"Don't be so surprised," he snarled. He went over and picked up one of the books. "I thought that maybe after the last adventure sales would increase. They did for a bit but it's not that steady as I would've liked."

"I have to admit," Sam walked up to the poster of him. "I like you in the Indiana Jones get up."

Riley turned to her and saw her smiling at him. "Funny."

"No. Really." She leaned over to grab one of the copies. "Looks interesting."

"Yeah but still." Riley turned his back on the display mostly out of anger. Only one book had left the display since he last staked it out two days ago.

"Do you check this out every day?"

"Not...every day." He answered sheepishly. "I sometimes actually sit and work over in the cafe section. If my eyes just happen to glance over to the display and someone notices that it's my face on that cardboard then it's not my fault."

"And how many times has that happened?"

"Not once."

Sam sipped her hot chocolate and looked over at his cardboard cut out. "I think it's your skin."

Riley turned back to his cardboard. "What about it?"

"You're tan in that picture." She answered.

"So?"

"You're not that tanned, Mr. Poole." She pointed with the hand, still holding onto the hardback of his book. "Not in real life that is. Maybe that's why people don't make the connection that this is you."

But he didn't listen. His focus was on what was in her hand. "You've been holding my book the entire time?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah so?"

"Well...are you going to..you know..." He started.

She stared at him. "Buy it?"

He nodded eagerly.

Sam shrugged. "Yeah."

Riley held out his hand in front of her. "Better just save you the trouble and hand me your money over to me right now."

Sam rolled her eyes, put the book back where she got it and walked away from him. "Yeah. Right. Like that'll happen."

"But..my book!" Riley exclaimed. His head went from his display to Sam then back to the display again. "Oh come on! Just..one book! I'll give you the author's discount!!" Then he ran after her as he finally realized she was leaving the store without him.


Author's Note: Haha I love Riley. Especially more after Book of Secrets. Gave me more to work with. So please review y'all and if you have suggestions please give 'em. I'll definatly consider them and give credit to you if I use your idea!!