A/N: SO this update took longer than expected… but at least it wasn't years, right? I'm sorry guys that it took so long between classes and the new story I'm writing (which I have really got into) I guess this one kind of got put on the back burner (but I really did not realize how close I was to finishing it and I am going to get back on track with it). Ok so most importantly I want to thank the awesome people who took time out of their day to make mine and review: Morganrocks28, Crystal-Wolf-Guardain-967, and Applejax XD! I love hearing from you guys even if I am a terrible person and don't update like I should :C shame on me, but I hope you guys enjoy anyways (:
This was not what he expected. Call him a romantic and traditionalist, but when he and Torree had finally been reunited he expected… more. Something on the lines of being magically into a gorgeous meadow out of a painting and a lot of slow motion running into each other's arms. Then again it was not like she had gone off to pursue her dreams and then come home after she realized her dream was to be with him. She had been kidnapped by her crazy ex boyfriend who forced them into stealing the Declaration of Independence and just broke a man out of FBI custody.
Riley stared at her through the glass. She was standing outside of the café with Ian. They were waiting on Ben. Abigail nagged him almost constantly about monitoring the GPS, but he was only paying a slight amount of attention to it. Why would they do all of this to back out? He could have just said no and hung up.
Torree knew that the stunt at the restaurant was why Ian had his arm around her waist in a painfully possessive grip. She kept looking behind her and smiling. Ian could keep her by his side, but he could not stop her from day dreaming. She and Riley had very different ideas about their reunion. He wanted to run through a meadow and Torree wanted to throw him on a table and show him exactly how much she missed him. She would never do that for several reasons: first it was crazy inappropriate, second Ian would probably shoot both of them, and third was that Be was still missing and she was worried about would happen to him as well.
Finally Ben arrived. He looked rather uncomfortable; Torree could understand that. Ian guided her closer to Ben, "Ben, you alright? No broken bones? A jump like that could kill a man."
Torree's eyes went wide with curiousity and concern. She was very glad that Ben was safe, but she also really wanted to know how he got away from the police. It sounded like a very interesting story.
"Naw, it was cool. You should try it sometime." Torree definitely wanted to take Ben up on that offer.
Ian laughed, but then went straight to business, "The Declaration of Independence and the meerschaum pipe. All yours." He laid the items on top of the car that Ben emerged from.
"That's it?"
Ian nodded, "That's it. I knew you'd keep your promise. Now, where is it? Where's my treasure?"
"It's right here. The map said 'Heere at the wall,' spelled with two E's. Wall Street follows the path of an actual wall that the original Dutch settlers built as a defense to keep the British out. The main gate was located at a street called De Heere, also two E's. Later, De Heere Street was renamed Broadway after the British got in. So, 'Heere at the wall.' Broadway, Wall Street," Ben grabbed Torree's hand and went for his belongings on top of the car. He put on an accent that sounded remarkably like Ian's, "Cheerio."
"Just a moment, Ben." Ian stopped them.
Ben turned back, "Ian, if your break our deal, the FBI will only be a few minutes behind you. You might get away, you might not."
Torree took in a deep breath. She was sure she could cut the tension in the air with a knife (if she had one). They stood in silence for a few moments. Torree was still hung up on what Ben had just said. It was not like she wanted Ian to have the treasure, but she really believed in it. She had believed in what they were doing and she really did not want to find out that this was it.
"Is that all the map said?"
"Every word."
Ian got a very familiar smug smile on his face, "Oh, Ben. You know the key to running a convincing bluff? Every once in a while, you've got to be holding all the cards."
Their attention was directed to a black SUV across the street. One of Ian's goons opened the door and revealed a man whose hands were duct taped, "Dad."
"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Ben sighed. He knew his plan had not worked, "Trinity Church. We have to go inside Trinity Church."