A/N: Sorry if these keep getting crappier...writer's block sucks...
Disclaimer: I only own Bianca, and where ever the story goes from here
A week later
At the Archives, Bianca has just finished with an Italian tour group and was now checking one of the glass cases near the edge of the room. She had her back to the rest of the room.
"Hello, Bianca," comes a voice from behind her.
She freezes. She knows that voice and was hoping to never hear it again.
She turns around slowly, to come face to face with...Ian.
"Ian," she breathes, "What...?How...?"
Ian just grins.
"You're supposed to be in jail," Bianca whispers to herself.
Bianca starts to go for her walkie-talkie to call for help, but Ian stops her.
"I was in jail, but I was also released," he explains.
"Released! So you can steal something else?" she whispers harshly as to not attract attention.
Bianca rips her arm out of Ian's grip.
"No, I'm through with that line of business. It wasn't getting me anywhere," he says, still grinning.
Bianca looks at him strangely.
"Then why are you here?" she asks.
"I'm here for a few reasons, but the main reason is to make amends with you, Ben, Abigail, and Riley," he says sincerely.
"Make amends?" Bianca asks very confused.
"Yes, it means to make things right," Ian says.
"I know what it means, it's just...you're the one saying it," she says honestly.
Ian raises an eyebrow at her.
"I think I need to sit down," Bianca says.
And she slides down against the wall to sit on the floor.
Ian crouches next to her.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
"I think so...just...you're really through with," she pauses, "that lifestyle?"
"Yes," he says.
"Alright...what are you going to do now?" Bianca asks.
Ian shrugs.
Bianca gets off of the floor.
"I have some things I have to do," she says, starting to walk away.
Ian grabs her arm to stop her.
Bianca looks down at his hand.
"Wait, Bianca," he says.
"Yeah?" she asks.
"Would you, uh, like to, uh, have dinner some time?" he asks with a hopeful look on his face.
"Oh, Ian...I'm, I'm seeing someone," she says gently.
"Oh...of course," he says releasing her arm, "May I ask who?"
Bianca looks at the floor.
"Uh, Riley," she says quiet and fast, hoping he wouldn't hear.
"Riley? You mean nerdy-techie Riley? That..." Ian says.
"Ian!" Bianca says, stopping him.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
Bianca looks at him.
"Look, maybe sometime, a bunch of us can go out and do...stuff, for a lack of a better word," Bianca suggests.
Ian thinks for a moment.
"Alright, sure," he says.
Bianca nods and starts to walk away again.
"Oh, Bianca, one more thing..." Ian says.
"Yeah," she sighs.
"Tell Ben...I'm sorry."
She turns her head slightly to look at Ian over her shoulder.
"Sure, I'll tell him," she replies and continues walking.
As soon as Bianca was around the corner, she sprints to Abigail's office. She reaches the office and tells Abigail's secretary that she has something extremely important to tell Abigail. The secretary knocks on Abigail's door and goes in.
"Dr. Chase, Miss Lewis is here and she says she has something really important to tell you," Bianca hears the secretary say to Abigail.
The door opens again, and the secretary comes out.
"Go ahead, Miss Lewis," she says.
"Thanks...and how many times do I have to tell you to call me Bianca," Bianca says with a smile.
"Right. Sorry, Bianca," the secretary replies, with a grin.
"It's okay."
Bianca walks into the office and closes the door behind her.
Abigail rises from her chair.
"What is it, Bianca?" she asks.
"Oh, nothing much really...just saw Ian out in the display room," Bianca says calmly.
"What!" Abigail shouts, "I'm calling security."
She goes to pick up the phone.
"No really, Abigail, it's fine. He left," Bianca says holding up her hands.
Abigail takes her hand off of the phone.
"What was he doing here?" she asks, sitting back down in her chair.
Bianca sits in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"He wanted to make amends..." Bianca starts to say.
Abigail wants to say something, but Bianca keeps going.
"He was released from jail and came to apologize. And...he wants to be friends with us," Bianca says the last part hesitantly.
"Friends? Bianca, Ian's not the type to just stop being a criminal and become a friend. And you believe him?" Abigail asks.
"Yeah, to a point, I believe him," Bianca says honestly.
Abigail sighs and reclines in her chair.
"Look, Abigail, I'll talk to Ben about it, okay?" Bianca tries to reason with Abigail.
"Alright, fine," she sighs again.
"Great, where is he?" Bianca asks and stands from her chair.
