It's Ailaina, I'm making myself known! Know me. Riiiight. Okay, so once again we own nothing EXCEPT for the cathedral boy. I maintain that I own him, because he's my boyfriend. Sort of. What he doesn't know can't hurt me. Oh yeah, and I apologize for the abrupt ending of this chapter. Blame it on Kat.

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Ben glanced at Riley, sitting across from him in the taxi. "So why are we meeting this girl again?"

Riley rolled his eyes. "She wants to the help of the famous Benjamin Gates to protect some treasure she thinks is under the Canterbury Cathedral. Some murdered archbishop from a long time ago, yadda yadda yadda."

"You can't remember what she said?" Abigail asked with a knowing smirk.

"I was slightly distracted." Riley muttered, looking out the car window.

Abigail and Ben smiled at each other, happy that their friend had finally found someone, even if only for a little while. Before their trip he had spent every night either alone with a TV dinner and a computer, or with them. And for the new couple, alone time was in high demand.

"A murdered archbishop…. Would that have been Thomas Becket?"

"Do you know everything!"

Ben shook his head. "We were at the Cathedral yesterday; it was in the booklet they gave us. You were looking at it during the tour."

"Well I forgot. Sue me."

"For your percentage of the treasure? What a great idea! You can have the next one after all. You could split it with this girl, what was her name again?"

"Shana Oliver."

Ben smirked. "Right. Do you know that you smiled when you said her name?"

"I really don't like you."

Ben started to reply, but the car slowed and came to a stop. "Oh look!" Riley exclaimed. "We're here, we should hurry up."

Abigail smiled, taking Ben's hand in her own. "He's right you know; girls hate to be kept waiting."

"I hate both of you. A lot."

They got out of the car, and headed into the cathedral. "Where exactly are we headed?" Abigail asked.

Riley looked around, squinting a bit. "Um, I'm not exactly sure. I though it'd be right here. You know… archeological site… hard to miss."

"Apparently," Ben said dryly.

Not sure where else to go, since the dig site was missing, they headed for the cathedral store, which served as an exit point for the daily tours. The store was filled with replications of historical items, and some modern ones that didn't seem to have anything to do with a cathedral.

Two young men worked at the counter, in their late teens or early twenties. The shorter one had red hair, and the efficient look of someone who was going somewhere in life-most likely what Ben had looked like growing up. He was currently occupied in selling two older women some stamps, chatting away as if they were old mates.

The taller one had dark hair, and a slightly harassed look. He kept shooting the other worker evil looks, as he clearly was bossed around him. He also had no customers at the moment, instead preoccupied with his cash register, so they headed for him.

"Excuse me?" Ben said.

The cathedral boy looked up at them, startled. "Yeah?"

"Could you please tell us where the archeological dig site is?"

He laughed. "You're about ten miles off, mate."

"I'm sorry?"

But before he could explain, the other worker interrupted. "Well, they can't dig right outside the cathedral, can they? Too much development. Think of the interruption to daily life. They're reaching from another site, through a tunnel. I'll write down the address for you." He turned to the other worker. "Michael, I need you to go find the boxed clock for me."

Michael rolled his eyes and left, heading for a shelf and stretching out across the floor as he burrowed through the cupboard beneath.

The other worker then preoccupied with an address, as well as detailed instructions on reaching it, and a completely unnecessary, hand-drawn map, complete to scale.

Sharing a look with Ben, Abigail took the map, and they headed out. As they were leaving, Abigail called out Michael, "Thanks for your help!"

He grinned from the floor. "Cheers!"

It actually only took about ten minutes to catch a taxi and ride out to the dig site. Riley practically leapt out of the car, looking around for Shana. He didn't have far to look: she was waiting for them at the entrance.

"Hi," she said, grinning.

"Um, hi," he answered, not actually sure what to say now that he wasn't drunk or half-asleep. Fortunately he was spared from further embarrassment as Abigail and Ben followed him from the car. "Um Shana, this is Abigail Chase and Ben Gates. Guys, this is Shana Oliver, the archeologist."

Shana grinned. "You have no idea how wonderful it is to meet you," she said. Riley couldn't help scowling slightly. "If you'll just follow me, I have passes for you and we can go right down to the site." Her voice lowered. "And after we can go out, and I'll talk to you about what I have in mind."

Without another word, she led them through the gate, past what seemed like thousands of people, and straight to the entrance of the tunnel. A tall man with brown eyes was waiting for them there.

"Mr. Gates," he said. "I can't tell you what an honour it is to meet you. Ms. Oliver tells me you're a famous anthropologist in America."

Behind his head Shana nodded frantically.

"Um, yes," Ben agreed. "I am. Love my anthropology!"

The man gave him a funny look, and then burst out laughing. "I love the American sense of humour!" He turned to Abigail. "And you must be Ms. Chase. You've done lots of work with historical documents, I hear. I have to say, you'd both be excellent additions to our team."

"Thank you," Abigail said politely, trying to decide if this man could really be this… cheerful.

He turned to Riley. "And you must be Mr… Pole, was it?"

"Um, actually," Riley began.

But the man turned back to Ben, "How nice it is to meet you all! And silly me has been gushing on without even introducing myself."

"It's Riley Poole," Riley muttered.

Shana ruled her eyes. "This is my boss, Mr. Grant."

"Oh, no please, I insist. You all simply must call me Alan."

"Right," Riley said. "Al. Okay. Who wants to go down the creepy tunnel first?"

They all turned to look at Ben. "Why do I have to go first?"

"Because," Riley answered. "You're the famous anthropologist dude."

Ben rolled his eyes, and headed down the tunnel.