AN: This chapter is dedicated to darkninja21. Thank you for following the story.

This chapter is short. Sorry. Other chapter will be longer. Italicized are deep subconscious thoughts.

I don't own National Treasure.

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Chapter Eleven: Trouble

"Scream, Gates, and I'll ignore Howe's request not to shoot you. Come quietly and all will be pleasant." Shaw hissed into my ear as he took hold of me abruptly. "You'll come with me, Gates, without a word." He pressed the gun into my lower back. "Now, move!" He demanded pushing me forward, holding me tighter. I reluctantly followed his instructions after looking at my gun strap. He had one of my guns and it was fully loaded.

Riley's POV:
"It doesn't take this long to pick out clothes. She should have been back by now. She would have been the first back."

"I'm sure she's fine, Riley. Bianca knows how to take care of herself." Abigail replied calmly.

"Obviously, you've never seen her track record." I retorted. I was worried about her. Her nickname is trouble. She's famous in the bureau for it. It doesn't matter if she had a gun or not.

"Did you check if she was already in the hotel?"

"Yes. That was the first thing I did when I came back." I replied vexed. "What if she was taken by Ian or Shaw or one of the other guys?"

"What if the FBI found her and have her?" Abigail countered.

"Then she would have gotten off lucky compared to being with Ian, who knows what he would do to her."

"Let's get a room. We can't do anything for her now. If Ian has her, then we will see her again. He won't kill her. By the way he looked at her last night and the way they talked on the phone, he still has a thing for her. He won't kill her right off."

"No, he'll rape her, then kill her. I should have just gone with her."

"There isn't anything we can do about it now. She has the most of the money. We have to find somewhere cheap to stay. We'll find her after we get Ben back."

I nodded and we left.

Bianca's POV:
Every time I tried to fight Shaw, I got hurt. After a while of fighting Shaw for freedom, I couldn't move. Well, I could move, but it was excruciatingly painful. When Phil saw me, he took me out of Shaw's grasp and carried me into one of the vans and placed me on one of the bench seats.

"I'm sorry, Bianca. He wasn't supposed to harm you. I'll make sure Shaw gets his when the time comes. Ian's not going to be very happy when he sees you. Nothing's gonna harm you while you're here, not while I'm around." I heard Phil say as I faded out of consciousness.

Riley's POV:
I stared at the ceiling worrying about Bianca and what had happened to her. This was different from the assignments she went on. She always had back up and ways to communicate. This time she was alone. Her phone had been left in the van. I left the ear pieces in the van as well.

What if something had happened to her?

What if Ian had taken her and did something to her?

Why is this causing me to stay awake?

I'm worried, yeah. She's Ben's sister. That's probably why. She's sweet and kind and she's gets into trouble a lot, more than anyone I've ever heard of….

What would have happened if I had met Bianca first?

How did we not meet before now? We worked in the same building. I created all of her tests for training and getting her in shape. I created her gadgets. Anything with technology, I did for her. She passed my office enough times to memorize the decorations on the outside….

What if…

I hope we find her soon. I hope if we can't find her, the FBI has her.