Ben FP

"What are you talking about?" I asked, a sudden sense of realization hitting me. It wasn't a surprise for Shaw to really be Ian. But the treasure was found, done with, kaput. Or was it?

"Don't fool around with me, Ben, I know about the fake clue." Ian sneered, his gun still aimed at me. I sighed, wondering when his villainy monologue would start so everything could make sense.

"I suppose you would, considering you are now supposed to be in jail." Sarcasm hitting my voice as Ian rose an eyebrow.

"No, Ben. The symbols on the bricks in the first treasure room. The brick from the pyramid of Giza. I wouldn't have known it if I hadn't gotten arrested, ironically. The bricks you found with those glasses were in an evidence bag. Now hand them over. Before you find your little law-in-order friend following Sadusky's path."

"No." I told him, staring into his cold, cruel eyes. "I don't even have it."

He raised a brow. "Oh, really? Where is it then?"

"The FBI has it."

Ian smirked. "Like I'm going to fall for that. Unlike last time."

"Ian, I'm serious! I don't have it!"

"Yeah, right. Look, I understand your care for this treasure, rather than Riley. I'll have to make a few arrangements, then." He turned around and pulled out his phone, probably calling Victor to tell him instructions so he could kill Riley.

But, I wasn't going to let that happen. Avoiding Ian at all times, hiding and ducking behind everything and everyone imaginable, I quickly slithered my way out of the crime scene with just nearly escaping the media. Having my sanity still with me, I sighed in relief. Finally, I could protect Riley and see Abigail.

I walked to the car and entered it, starting up the engine and then directing it onto the road. The drive over to the hospital was a long, never- ending, errie silence, the sounds outside interrupting it. At least, that's what I felt about it. But I wasn't in the best mood, so don't take my word for it.

Finally, the hospital appeared in my sight. I squeezed into the only available parking space, and slightly jumped out, heading towards the entrance.

I found Riley standing outside the waiting room. "Don't go in there. It's a madhouse."

"Well, we need to be somewhere other than here. Right now."

"Why?"

"Because..." My voice disappeared as I saw Victor in the corner of my eye.

"Because Mr. Udder brought one of his friends." I said slowly, my back towards Victor. Riley gave me a queer look, and I shook my head over towards Victor's direction. Riley shook his head, not understanding. I rolled my eyes, and whispered,

"I'll explain it all later. Just remember that Bessy is...was Mr. Howe."

"Mr. Who?"

"Howe? Riley, you don't know what Mr. Howe's first name is?"

"Never heard of the guy." Riley said, his usual carefree face showing boredom.

"Riley...never mind. Where's my wife?" I asked, trying not to say 'Abigail'. Victor might recognize her name. Oh man...I just said Riley's name.

"Your wife? I'm sure that your wife who almost died would be most appreciative that you now don't even bother to say Abigail." I winced, seeing Victor turn around, seeing us clearly.

"Riley, duck."

"What?"

"Duck."

"Goose?"

"No Riley, Duck!" I yelled, seeing Victor running at us.

"Oh!" Riley finally got the message and ducked. "Ben, why is ducking going to help out?"

"Victor's intending to kill you. That's why!" I ducked right beside him. "And probably me, too."

"Why?"

Great. Another thing I was going to have to explain in what little, precious time I had. "Ian plotted this whole thing out and told him to because he demanded me the evidence he wanted. The bricks and glasses."

"So, did you give it to him?"

"No, Riley! I didn't have it, but Ian didn't believe me. So, he called Victor and now, here we are."

"Okay-"

He was suddenly interrupted by Victor grabbing ahold of him. "Ha! Now I got ya!"

"Let him go, Victor," I demanded.

"Let him go? After one plead like that, you think I'm going to let him go. Yeah, right." He held a huge, sharp knife just fractions of inches away from Riley's neck. "You've got a choice, Gates. You. Or him."

Abigail FP

"Ugh. What's all that noise?" Great. First, my parents came to baby me like if I'm three, which was really annoying at the time, not to mention they were still here. Then, turns out Ben couldn't come for a while (He's the only person I really wanted a visit from since the shooting.). Now, this. I could feel a horrible headache coming on, like if someone dropped a truck on you. Those were the worst kind you could get.

I engulfed myself in white, hospital sheets, hoping everything would disappear into space. But it didn't. It was all still there. The noise. The constant pain screaming from my shoulder. And most of all, the worries about Ben flooded my head like crazy, wanting me to cry for the time I needed to spill out all of my emotions and pain.