A/N: I reached 102 reviews, and this means everyone gets a Riley plushie, a copy of Riley's book, and your choice of cookies! Yay! Seriously, thanks go out to all of you guys, you rock.

This Car Smells Weird

"Let's go," Ian instructed his henchmen as soon as he hung up with Ben. They instantly began to pack supplies into backpacks, completely ignoring Riley, who remained on the floor, resisting the urge to shift and move his leg.

"Where are we going?" he inquired loudly, unsurprised when no one replied. "Hello? Anyone?"

Ian scowled at him. "If you aren't smart enough to figure it out on your own, I'm not going to bother to tell you."

Riley sat back, trying to remember what Ian said to Ben that had sent little recognition bells off in his head. "Here at the wall…here at the wall…heere at the…Trinity Church!"

Ian rolled his eyes and turned away, which Riley took as an affirmative. For the next ten minutes, he sat as still as he could. He considered trying to get out of the ropes binding his hands, but came to the conclusion this wouldn't be the best idea when he was surrounded by people who took pleasure in hurting him.

Finally, Ian sent Powell and Phil over to get the techie. They hoisted him up, keeping firm holds on his arms. Riley attempted to stand and hissed when his ankle protested, sending sharp pain shooting up his leg.

"I suppose you won't be running again anytime soon?" Ian smirked.

Riley gritted his teeth and allowed his escorts to practically carry him outside and to the van, making sure to keep his left leg out of contact with the ground. Because his wrists were bound and he only had one working leg, he could provide virtually no support for himself. He let them lift him inside the van, then staggered to the wall and slumped carefully to the floor.

Phil and Powell climbed in again, and the back doors were shut. After a moment, the van started up and took off. Riley gritted his teeth every time they hit a bump, struggling not to cry out. Neither of the other two men spoke; Powell was playing with a pocket knife and Phil was polishing his gun with his jacket.

Lovely people, Riley thought sarcastically. He had barely gotten comfortable before the van lurched to a stop and the back doors were thrown open once more. Riley blinked in the sunlight, but all he saw were more fields. It appeared that they hadn't gone far.

Shippen leapt into the van, and this time he and Powell got Riley outside while Phil retrieved a couple bags from the interior. A black car was parked by the side of the road. Shippen slid inside the backseat, and Powell shoved Riley in after him. The techie stumbled and practically fell, catching himself on the headrest of the front passenger seat at the last minute. His ankle protested this sudden movement, and Riley couldn't stifle a small whimper as he settled into the middle seat. Powell climbed in on his other side, and then Shippen got in the driver's seat and Ian the passenger's, and they were off.

"This car smells weird," he commented after a moment of silence. He saw Ian grit his teeth, but the Brit didn't say anything, clearly hoping Riley would just shut up.

Riley sighed. All he wanted to do was sleep. He was exhausted, hungry, in pain, and definitely not loving this whole 'kidnapped' thing. And there was one other thing.

He really, really had to go.

--

"Ben, we have to make a stop soon!" Abigail demanded, putting a hand impatiently on her fiancée's shoulder. "You look half-crazed! You need to let me drive for a little while, and try to get some rest. Nothing's going to happen to Riley if we make one, quick little detour. We've got plenty of time to get there."

"Abigail, we can't stop!" Ben complained, not taking his eyes off the road. "We can't be late!"

"We're only two hours away, Ben, and it's only 2:30! You haven't let us stop once!"

"We stopped at Burger King," Ben argued.

"That was the drive-thru, and we were just out of D.C. Ben, please pull over. I need to stretch my legs, and you need to get some sleep."

Ben glared at the asphalt road ahead of him. He knew, by the way the yellow lines were flying by beneath him, that he had to be going well over the speed limit, but he didn't care. He also knew Abigail was right about needing a break, but he didn't care about that, either. He only cared about getting to Riley, getting Riley to safety, and then beating the crap out of Ian.

"Ben…"

He sighed. "Fine. Next rest stop, we get out for a couple minutes and then you drive."

She smiled, satisfied. "Good."

Twenty minutes later, Abigail was in the driver's seat and Ben was slouched beside her.

"Abigail, you're not driving fast enough!"

She sighed. "Ben, I'm going five miles over the speed limit. If we get a ticket, it'll only delay us getting to Riley. I'm trying not to break the law twice in one day, okay? Don't be a back-seat driver. And for heaven's sake, get some sleep!"

Abigail herself had snatched a couple hours of dozing along the way, until she'd woken up and decided to nag Ben about switching her places so he could try to do the same. Ben couldn't believe Abigail could even sleep at a time like this, and was convinced he was not going to be able to.

But the leather seat was strangely comfortable…

--

"Ben…Ben!"

Ben's eyes popped open and he sat up, yawning. He looked around him, confused until he saw Abigail watching him and remembered everything that had happened. He glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard.

5:45.

"Abigail! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" he squawked.

"You needed the rest." she replied.

Ben looked out the window. They were parked on the side of the road, and after a moment he realized they were just a block down from Trinity Church.

"How long have we been in the city?" he demanded.

She shrugged. "A while," she admitted. Her cheeks turned red, and she held up something from her lap. "I-I've actually been reading Riley's book to pass the time."

Ben's mouth opened to ask if it was any good, but the clock turned 5:46 out of the corner of his eye, and he sprang into motion.

"We need to get going. I want to be waiting for them when they get there." He reached into the backseat and grabbed the backpack Abigail had thought to bring, which had grown much heavier with the addition of Riley's laptop and some other interesting-looking gadgets. "Let's go."

He led Abigail down the sidewalk and around the corner, where the church came into view. No one was waiting outside it, nor was there a car parked nearby. Ben let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"They aren't here yet," he said. He sprinted across the street with Abigail at his heels, and they both withdrew slightly into the shadows, keeping a watchful eye on the street for approaching vehicles.

Time dragged on. Finally, when Ben's watch read 6:02, a black car pulled up and parked across the street. After a moment, the front door opened and Ian climbed out.

"It's time."

A/N: Indeed it is. What's going to happen inside Trinity Church? You can only find out if you press the little button down there beside the "Submit Review" panel that says "GO".