A/N: A bit of a short one, I know, but it's got plenty of sarcasm. And it's the biggest divergence from the movie.

"Hello there." She heard a British accent behind her. She turned, and recognized Ian – as much by the sling and brace on his left wrist as anything else. He reached for the phone with the other hand, which she handed to him reluctantly.

"To whom am I speaking?" He inquired casually. "A pleasure, Dr. Chase. We didn't have much time for introductions last time, did we? You can tell Ben that I have his chivalrous female counterpart." He listened for a moment. "You can also tell him that my wrist is in rather a lot of pain and it's put me in something of a poor mood. He knows how to get in touch with me when he decides that a piece of paper isn't worth her life." He hung up and turned to her. "Shall we?" She looked around, thinking he might be bluffing, but no – there was the large one, and the bald one, at least.

"You'll understand if we don't quite trust you, don't you?" he continued pleasantly as his second-in-command tied her hands.

"I think I'd prefer it if you were a little more … hostile."

"Excuse me?"

"This gentleman charm thing is kinda weird. Wrong. Creepy, a little. I think I'd rather you just acted mad and ruthless."

"Don't tempt me." Shaw said, finishing with a jerk. She surreptitiously tried a little wiggle, but the painfully tight ropes didn't give at all. The SUV parked just behind another and she was pulled out of the backseat and marched to the other car.

"Mr. Gates?"

"They got you too, huh?" he sighed. A large hand forced her head down as she stepped into the car.

"The FBI – they weren't watching the house? What if Ben came back? I mean, they really believed that you were going to do whatever you could to get your son arrested?"

"I play bitter very well." Just then a phone rang and Ian, standing outside awkwardly flipped it open one-handed.

"Dr. Chase," he said warmly before turning and walking away

Abby made a deal with him to break Ben out of FBI , and, of course, Kara's freedom was one of the conditions. As a show of good faith, Abby asked to speak to Kara.

"Mention him." Shaw indicated Patrick Gates. "And I'll shoot you both." The phone was held up to her ear by Ian, and Shaw levelled his gun at her face.

"Abby?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." She looked at Shaw and then Ian. "Abby, Patrick's-." the phone was snapped shut, and Shaw hit her with the pistol. Her neck snapped to the side.

"Wow. You hit like my baby sister." She lied.

"Shaw." Ian stopped him from trying again.

"Now he dies." Shaw turned the gun to Gates.

"No he doesn't." Kara corrected condescendingly, tasting blood. "A dead hostage is worth nothing and Ben will definitely ask about him now. How cooperative do you think he'll be feeling when he realizes that his father's dead?"

"Let her go." Ian ordered.

"But,"

"She's nothing now except a hindrance. Don't touch the old man."

"Old man, is it?" Patrick was spurred on by Kara's defiance. She was right about his value, after all. "I'm not that much older than you, sonny boy, and if I weren't tied up,"

Ian laughed. "An old man against a cripple? You'll pardon me if I fail to see the heroism."

Kara laughed this time. "You so do not want to do this."

"What?"

"He can out-sarcasm you any day of the week. You are just setting yourself up for humiliation. And as much as I would enjoy that," she nodded at Patrick. "It might put a damper on the beacon of sunshine you've been thus far, and I feel that it might have negative repercussions for all involved. And by all involved, I mean the old man and battered young woman you've tied up and, bravely, beaten."

Patrick elbowed her. "If we're accepting the negative repercussions, it's my turn."

"Sorry." Kara shrugged. " I meant it. I just couldn't help it."

"Gag him. And get her out of here."

"Just wait till we've got that treasure." Shaw threatened.

"Promises, promises." She sneered as he cut her loose. He shoved her out of the car, none too gently, and the very small would-be Mafia convoy drove away. She ran, trying to get lost before they could stop around the corner and let someone out to follow her. She couldn't run for long, but found a payphone to call Abby and Riley. She snuck in the back way. The people who worked in the place saw her but didn't comment.

"Oh my god!" Abby cried, drawing shortlived attention.

"What?" Riley turned. "Oh my god!"

"What?"

"You've got a bruise already." Abby traced it gently. "He hit you?"

"Shaw." Riley guessed. She nodded.

"I've got more lip than sense. It's not so bad. The endorphins actually helped with my ribs. Did you tell Ben?"

"Yes. He's on his way. And there is Ian."

"Heere at the Wall."

"Wall Street was,"

"An actual wall," Riley finished. Abby shot him a look. "It was my turn!"

What are we going to do about Mr. Gates?" Kara asked.

"I'm still working that out." Abby confessed as Ben pulled up.

"I don't think we get to decide." Riley said. The two women followed his gaze to the doorway, where three of Ian's men stood.

"You gonna make this hard?" asked Phil.

"Yeah, are you going to make this hard?" asked Riley, elbowing Kara, who winced.

"It's a public place. They have guns." She sighed, "Besides, three of them? After the last twenty-four hours, I probably couldn't beat one of them." She walked towards them, hands linked on the back of her head, like she was cooling out, to show that she meant no harm. They were escorted to the church, where they sat several rows behind Ben and Ian, who were bent over the Declaration. Kara leaned back and then shivered. The church was cool and the wooden pew gave her bare arms goosebumps. Riley pulled off his sweater and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She whispered. They strained to hear what the two men up front were saying. They all spread out to look for Parkington Lane, but Ian's men watched them too closely to hope for an escape. One or two of them might make it out, but not all of them. Once they found it and removed the body,

"Careful no one steps in him."

"Okay. Who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?"

"Right. McGregor, Viktor, you stay here. And if anyone should come out without me, well … use your imagination."

"Oooh. Now I'm scared." Riley muttered to Kara, who looked white as a sheet.

Ben went, then Ian and Abby and Patrick, then Shaw. Phil motioned for her to go next and she shook her head faintly.

"I – I can't."

"I might get dirty." McGregor said in a mocking falsetto.

"I'm claustrophobic."