Disclaimer: I do not own National Treasure (either movie) or any of the characters. I only own my OC's, meaning Arabella, Travis and his henchmen.

Seven: Notes

It would come to a surprise to anyone, including myself, that I was back in my hotel room at the Colonnade Hotel. Except I wasn't there to sit on the bed and wait for Riley to come back; no, I was there because I was instructed to find Riley's laptop so their own resident computer hacker could use Riley's software to hack into some database or such for more info on the necklace. I was suddenly glad that Riley and I had identical laptops. As I logged into both, I quickly scribbled down a note and stuck it against the screen of my laptop, shutting it with a snap. I held up Riley's computer.

" This one's his," I told Travis and Ian, who were standing by the door.

" Great," Travis said, snatching it from my hand. " Now, let's go before your friends come back."

" Yes, Inspector Javert, Sir," I mocked as Ian pulled on a hat to hide his face.

" Ah, so I see you know Les Misérables. Well then, 24601, allow me to escort you back to the car," Travis replied with a smirk, lacing an arm tightly through mine.

I allowed them to pull me back down the elevator and to the car with tinted windows they'd hired; I'd guessed pretty quickly that Travis must be fairly wealthy if he'd hired a car and a group of henchmen… I also noted the designer name on the tag of his suit jacket. The necklace sitting on my neck felt weighted now. If I could just yank it off, hand it over and be done with this insane mess, I'd gladly do it. Then, maybe after the wedding and honeymoon we could all go after Travis and Ian. But I had a feeling that said wonderful notion wasn't about to come true.

Ian had to sneak in the back door as not to get noticed, and Travis took me to the front, probably trying to make it look like we were some sort of couple. I did my best to scowl and walk slowly to the elevators beside him, just to annoy him. I wondered if the two men noticed that I wasn't resisting or putting up fight to get free from them or not. Honestly, I was just hoping that Riley, Ben and Abigail would get my note and figure out some way to get me the hell out of the hotel room.

Riley's POV:

After a day long of close to constant searching, we returned to the hotel, exhausted and completely deterred. As each hour wore on, I was seriously beginning to consider that Ian had everything to do with her disappearance. Ben kept trying to tell me that I was making a completely bigger deal out of it, but what other explanation was there?

I sat on the bed and ran my hands through my hair, shutting my eyes, which were beginning to sting.

" Riley, maybe she's called?" Abigail asked with what was probably supposed to be comfort or hope. Well, it wasn't going to help.

" Has my phone rung in the last few hours? No, I thought not, so she obviously didn't," I grumbled, squeezing said phone in my grasp. " I just want to know what the hell is going on. I want to know where my fiancé is! I want her back."

" You should check the news to see if there's anything on Ian's escape. I hate to say it… but I think you might be right about him being involved, Riley," Ben said, switching the television on.

I tuned out everything as I mindlessly flipped through photos on my phone, staring at pictures of Arabella I'd taken before. Before I knew it, someone was shaking my shoulder in attempts to grab my attention. I slowly looked up, expressionless, and saw Ben's worried face.

" What?" I asked.

" The MFA was robbed. Men after the Gorgon Necklace." My brow furrowed.

" Like the replica I got Arabella?"

" The one in the MFA was a fake. Didn't Arabella say that hers looked more… worn or tarnished than the one in the case?" Abigail asked.

My eyes flew wide and I jumped up to grab my laptop, which had been sitting on the desk. It wasn't there. I began to practically tear the hotel room apart in search of my computer, but it just wasn't anywhere.

" Where the hell is my laptop? I swear to God I put it on the desk! And… Arabella's is on the table, why is it on the table, she left it on the bed?" I muttered, staring at the silver laptop. After a long pause, I lunged for it, scrambling to throw it open.

" Riley, are you okay?" Abigail asked slowly. I probably looked insane. I honestly didn't care.

" What else in the room seems different, Ben, Abby? The laptop was moved and the chairs have shifted. Someone was in here!" I pointed out, finally getting the laptop open. Something fluttered onto the keyboard. A hastily scribbled note in familiar handwriting met my eyes and I couldn't help the stupid grin that lit my face in a matter of seconds. It was Arabella's writing. But, reading it over, my face immediately fell.

" What is that?" Ben asked, walking over. I held it up.

" A note from Arabella. Judging the fact that the name 'Ian' is written on here, I'd guess it was safe to say that he's gotten her. This is why I panicked when we found out he escaped, Ben!" I shouted, shoving the scrap of paper into his hands. He shot me a look and stared at the note.

" This is a hotel and a room number. The Parker House Hotel. Harvey Parker Suite. She knows where he's keeping her. So…" Ben crossed his arms and got that annoying thinking look on his face I'd gotten used to over the course of knowing him. " Ian must be after that necklace… but the question is why? It obviously holds extreme value… could it have belonged to a Grecian queen? A… sacrificial piece of jewelry that would be made of expensive metals? No, no… Ian wouldn't care about just a necklace. We're talking about the man who was willing to destroy important historical relics." Ben arched a brow and rubbed his chin, brown eyes narrowing in thought. Yeah, destroy historical relics; and try and kill us multiple times in the process, let's not forget! " No… this has to be something bigger than that. Riley, can you pull up—"

" Everything known on the necklace? Already on it. Don't think so little of me, breaking through this security code is easy as pie," I said with a grim smirk on my face as I typed away on the keyboard. All private information on the necklace was under government security, which was the first big tip off that it was something so much more than a necklace. Ben and Abigail gathered behind me as one by one, files began popping up. " Okay… Found off the coast of Santorini, yadda, yadda, yadda… Atlantis… Atlantians… whoa, okay, that's different." I yanked on my glasses and leaned closer to the screen, scrunching up my face.

" What is?' Abby asked with hopeful interest.

" It's just… it says the necklace was the supposed key into Atlantis. It's supposed to… open the gates and, according to myth, it won't come off till it actually arrives at the gates," I said, pointing to a section of text.

" I've never heard anything about a necklace in any of the legends," Abigail deadpanned crossing her arms.

I looked up at her and arched a brow, daring her to try and be a know-it-all in this situation. She may be an expert on old documents and help run the archives back in D.C., but she didn't have to contradict government documentation, did she? I jabbed a finger at the screen again.

" Yeah, well, if it's the key to Atlantis don't you think that the government wouldn't want anyone to know about it? I mean, imagine, Atlantis the 'city of the Gods,' is real and holds wealth and power; I think it would be safe to say that keeping the key a secret would be a pretty agreed upon thing," I said in a monotone as Ben swiped the computer from the table. Abigail rolled her eyes and arched a brow at me asking,

" You write about that in your book too?"

" Hey, no need for sarcasm, Missy. And, no, I didn't. If I write a second book then I will."

" Oh, and you're sure that a second book would sell better than the first?"

" Now you're just being cruel."

" Would you two kindly shut. Up?" Ben stressed, putting his glasses on. Brown hair flopped into his eyes and he looked every amount of pissed off that I felt. " We're trying to find Arabella, I think you two could save trivial squabbles till after we save her from Ian, who, may I remind you, is insane." Abigail and I both looked off, not meeting Ben's eyes as we noted how right he was… as usual. " Thank you."

There were a few moments of silence as Ben scanned documents and notes. When the computer was set in front of me, I looked up at him.

" Well?" I asked.

" Well, I'm thinking that we'll need a few tickets to Greece. We'll get Arabella back and then we'll rush over to Santorini to see if there's something we can do about that necklace. If the myths are really true, than the necklace isn't about to come off without something to do with the lost city. And, knowing Ian, he'll drag her all over the world to get into that city," Ben muttered. Sighing, I ran my hands over my face.

" Oh, Sadusky is just going to love this…" I muttered, logging on to the internet to buy tickets.

Third Person POV:

FBI Building, Washington, D.C.

Agent Sadusky sat at his desk, staring at the articles on his desk. Ian Howe escaped and loose in the city of Boston. He'd been organizing units to go search for him and they were currently en route to the historical city. He ran a hand over his weathered and tired face when a sudden knock echoed on the doorframe of his office. Agent Spellman stood there, looking concerned.

" Yes, Spellman?" He asked.

" Sir, there's been a security breach in one of our programs," She said, holding up a file. He held out a hand, and when he got a hold of it, he flipped it open. It was the print version of the file on the fabled 'key to Atlantis,' which was something the Grecian government had told them to keep a secret… something they obliged to in order to keep the peace.

" Who on Earth would want to get information on this?" Sadusky asked himself before his eyes landed on the spine of a book sitting in the corner of the room: Riley Poole. Sighing, he shook his head, dropping the file. " Benjamin Gates… Somebody find that insane man!"

" Mr. Howe or Mr. Gates?"

" Both!"

Arabella's POV:

Omni Parker House Hotel, Boston, Massachusetts

I was slightly relieved when I was tied to a more comfortable chair in the living room section of the suite; my hands were bound to the chair arms, my legs were tied together and my waist was loosely tied to the back of the chair. I wasn't isolated anymore, so I didn't have to sing show tunes to myself to keep busy. Travis sat on the couch after conferencing with his men. I looked over at him, head resting on the chair back.

" Did you know this hotel is haunted?" I asked.

" Really?" He asked without interest.

" Mm-hmm. By Harvey Parker, the man who built this hotel in eighteen fifty-four. Supposedly the elevators arrive on the third floor without anyone waiting there to get on. That floor is the one Charles Dickens once stayed on. Oh, and lets not forget all the shadows, orbs and sounds of rocking chairs. Interesting, isn't it?" I asked, smiling. He gave me a blank look.

" You've been trying to annoy me for the past hour."

" Is it working?"

" No." He grinned. I rolled my eyes.

" I'm not lying though. Maybe Harvey Parker will save me from this," I muttered, leaning my head backwards. " We are in the Harvey Parker Suite, after all."

Travis rolled his eyes and chuckled and stood, going over to a bag one of his men had just returned with. He untied me from the chair and grabbed my arm, hauling me over towards the large bathroom.

" Please, change into these." He pressed the bag into my arms. " I have a feeling it'll be warm in Greece," He told me, smirking a bit. My eyes widened.

" Greece?"

" Yes, Greece. Now, get dressed, we leave in half an hour." The door closed. I locked it.

I stared at my disheveled appearance in the mirror. My hair was a horrible mess and my clothes were wrinkled. I had the oddest feeling if I didn't change I'd get into more trouble than I was already in. I didn't want to know how much the clothes cost; the bag was from a designer store I never dreamed of walking into. Sighing, I pulled on the flowing bright blue halter tank top and white skinny jeans, grimacing at the sandals in the bottom of the bag; I'd never been a fan of them, but it looked like I wasn't going to have a choice. I topped it off with a grey jacket and grudgingly sighed and braided my hair.

Riley, Ben, Abby… please save me soon…

Afterword: Well, that took a while to get up XD Sorry about that, I had writers block for this story; I'm figuring out what'll happen as I go XD

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So, if you google Omni Boston Hotel Haunted, you can get the page where I found out about the haunting stories and such. It's a GORGEOUS hotel, and I figured Travis could afford it… he appears to be, well… loaded XD

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