Riley was stretched across Shana's bed, feeling much more relaxed than he had before, but not tired. "So what brings you here?"

"Sorry?"

"Here. In England. I can tell from your accent that you're not British. American?"

"Canadian."

"Riiight. And you're clearly not here on vacation. So what brings you to England?"

She looked at him, trying to decide if the story would bore him to death or not. "Well, I'm an archeologist."

"Really?" Far from being bored, Riley looked up at her in interest. "So, like, you dig up dinosaurs and stuff?" He made a claw shape with his hands.

Shana laughed. "Not quite. We're more interested in historical artifacts, old murders, that kind of stuff. And of course, buried treasure."

"I found buried treasure," Riley said mildly.

"Now Mr. Poole, you've already impressed me enough for me to bring you back to my flat. There's really no need for you to make up stories."

"I'm not!" He sat up. "I really did find treasure. And it was kind of buried. It was under a church. You've heard of the treasure of the Knights Templar? That was me! Well, and a few other people…"

A small frown passed across Shana's face. "The Knights Templar? Wait, do you know Ben Gates!"

Riley's face fell. "Of course that's who you think of," he muttered. "Yeah, I know him. That's who I'm here with."

Shana jumped to her feet. "He's here! That's fantastic!"

Riley continued sulking. "Yeah, yeah, just won-" he was cut off as Shana grabbed him and kissed him hard, very suddenly. "…Derful. Um, okay."

"Come on!" She ran into the hall. "We have to go find him."

"What, now?" Riley's voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat. "But I sort of t thought we'd, you know… stay here."

"Oh no! You don't understand. I've been trying to find a way around this forever and now… here! And, and… you!" She pointed at him for emphasis. "It's perfect!"

"But we can't go tonight!" Riley said, sounding slightly desperate.

"Why not?"

"I'm not even sure where he is." This was slightly true. While Riley couldn't say exactly where Ben was at this exact moment, he did know his hotel room, and his cell number, and Abigail's cell number… "Besides, he'd kill me if I showed up tonight. You know, vacation with Abigail."

"Oh." Shana sat down. "Who's Abigail?"

"His girlfriend. You know, I'm supposed to have equal share in the credit."

"What?"

"Never mind." Riley looked at his fingers, trying to look indifferent. "So, what's so special about Ben anyway?"

Shana looked surprised. "Well, nothing really. But I've seen him on TV, and I know he can help."

Riley stopped being indifferent. "Help with what?"

Crawling across the bed, Shana sat very close to him. She grabbed his hands, looking at his eyes. "Okay, my dig site is near the cathedral, you know where that is?"

"Yeah."

Well, we're supposed to be looking for historical artifacts. But the truth is that they're looking for Becket's Gold. Thomas Becket was an archbishop murdered in the thirteenth century. He was supposed to have left behind a great treasure. I'm sure it's real, but I don't want the people I'm working for to find it. It'll be ruined, and all that history will be lost. I need help to get it first."

"Wow." Riley sat back. "Hey, d'you think this would be a world-changing event?"

"Possibly. Why?"

"No reason." He was quiet for a minute. "So wait, that was why you wanted to meet Ben?"

"Yeah."

"And that was the only reason?"

"Yeah, why? You didn't think I was madly in love with him or something, did you?"

Riley looked down quickly. "Oh no, of course not."

Shana laughed. "You know it was you that I invited back here."

"Oh, right. Yeah. Sure. Of course, you know I never-"

"Riley, shut up."

"Okay."

At ten the next morning Riley left, promising Shana that he'd tell Abigail and Ben and bring them by the dig site around 4:30. Halfway to the hotel he realized that he wasn't exactly sure where the dig site was. It didn't really matter, someone in the town would know.

He went up to their room, knocking softly on the door. They may have surprised him last night, but he somehow didn't think would change their habit of getting up at the crack of freaking dawn.

Sure enough Abigail opened the door, looking wide awake. "Riley!" She grinned at him. "How was your night?"

"Great." Without waiting for an invitation he walked in. "Um, Ben?" he called, scratching his head.

"Yeah?" Ben came out from the kitchenette.

"Remember how you said that I could decide the percentage of the next world changing treasure?"

Ben laughed. "Yeah. Don't tell me-you've found buried treasure?"

"Actually… yeah?"

Ciara waited impatiently at the airport for Ian's flight to come in. It was a two hour drive; she'd left at 10:30 and arrived just in time for his 12:30 flight. Well she would have been just in time if the flight hadn't been delayed by an hour and a half. With the time it took to get baggage and everything, it was cutting it close. She had to be back for her appointment.

Sighing, Ciara checked her watch again. His plane had landed fifteen minutes ago. He should be through customs by now.

And there he was, walking through the sliding glass doors for international arrivals. He had a stride that Ciara could have picked out if he'd been wearing white in a snowstorm. Despite the fact that she didn't want to have anything to do with him, she grudgingly had to admit that he was ridiculously good looking. It was a shame that he knew it.

Ian beamed as he caught sight of her. He kissed her, and then stretched out. "Ah, it's good to be free."

Ciara rolled her eyes, trying to decide if she wanted him to kiss her again or not. "Can we just go? I'm running late. I have to be back in Canterbury for four thirty."

Ian raised his eyebrows in mock-surprise. "An appointment? Why darling, you wouldn't be playing with my heart, would you?"

"If only."

He laughed, following her comfortably to the baggage claim. "Now don't tell me you're still angry with me. That whole nonsense was almost two years ago."

"That whole nonsense?" Ciara repeated, slightly incredulous. "Oh you mean when you asked for my help, and when I refused you threatened my life?"

Ian laughed again. "You know I didn't mean it."

"I told you that you were mad to go after that treasure."

"Well I can't've been that mad. After all, the treasure was real."

"And look where it got you. You were sent to prison."

"But I got out, didn't I."

"Yes," she admitted. She stopped and frowned. "How did you manage that anyway? You ought to have been in there for twenty years minimum."

Ian just smiled. "That's my little secret. Now come along love. We don't want to miss your appointment."

Ciara watched him go, wondering yet again how on earth she managed to get involved with him.