I'm sorry to have taken so long to write the next chapter. We've both had terrible writer's block. And I'm very sorry if this chapter is complete rubbish. I'm trying to get out of the nice little hole I've dug myself into, so bear with me.

By the way, I know bits of the cave scene may be a bit confusing, but keep in mind that it's really happening all at once.

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Ciara let herself quietly into the flat, muttering to herself. "Bloody Ian and his bloody bad ideas-"

"Hard night?"

She jumped as Michael turned on the light. "Jesus, you scared me to death."

"Sorry. So where have you been?"

"Out with Ian. He wanted to blow up the cathedral!"

"Well that would suck. I'd be out of a job."

Ciara glared at him. "That would be the least of my worries. Think of the history that would all be blown away in a single moment."

Michael shrugged. "Well, you know Ian. Treasure is treasure."

Ciara threw her arms up in the air. "Men. You don't understand anything."

Michael laughed. "I'm sorry darling. So where is your lover-boy now? He didn't have Plan B, and C, and D?"

"No, he just wanted to…" But she trailed off, her eyes unfocusing slightly.

"Oh, let me guess, he was going to take you back to his place and-Ciara, are you alright?"

Her eyes snapped back into focus. "That bloody bastard!" she screamed, grabbing a jacket on her way out the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Michael called plaintively after her. He wasn't expecting an answer, and he didn't receive one.

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Riley continued to look around in horrified shock. He hadn't exactly expected his hours of digging to be rewarded with… nothing. To his surprise, Shana began to laugh. He regarded her closely. "What could possibly be funny?"

She turned to look at him, grinning widely. "It's not empty."

He looked at her incredulously. "Do you see vast amounts of treasure lying around?"

But Shana didn't appear to have heard him. She looked at the ceiling, and then at the floor, took a few steps, then repeated the routine. She was so focused that Riley didn't bother interrupting; assuming she'd lost her mind from disappointment.

A minute later, she stopped, nose to nose with the wall. "There," she announced.

Riley exchanged a look with Ben and Abigail. "…What..?"

She turned to them, beaming. "Look at the brick. Do you see the symbol in the bottom right corner?"

Abigail walked over. "You mean the 'C' with a cross beside it?"

Shana nodded, picking up the shovel. "That's the one. It's Becket's Symbol." And with no further ado, she smashed the brick to pieces, reaching in through the rubble.

"What is she doing?" Ben whispered to Riley. He shrugged in return.

An instant later and Shana's hand redrew, clutching what appeared to be a scroll. She smirked at them triumphantly. "Of course they wouldn't hide the treasure here. That would be too obvious. This-" She held up the scroll, "Will tell us where to go."

Riley grinned back at her, but before he could say a word, a slow clapping at the entrance to the cave made them all spin around.

"My, my. Very well done indeed. I have to say, I did have my doubts."

Ben took an uncertain step forward. "Ian?"

Ian spared him glance. "Hello Ben, did you miss me?"

"What do you want, Ian?" Abigail burst out.

"Well I should think that would be obvious." He turned, his eyes fixed on Shana. "Give me the scroll."

"No," she answered steadily, clutching it in her hands.

"Very well, I won't ask nicely again." He pulled out a gun, pointing at her. "The scroll. Now."

"Shana, I really think you just give it to him," Riley said nervously.

Ian nodded. "You should listen to your friend. I'm told he's quite intelligent."

Riley resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at him.

Shana didn't take her eyes off of Ian. "I'd rather die."

"That can easily be arranged," Ian answered, preparing to pull the trigger.

"Stop! Ian, you god-damned bastard."

There was a moment of confusion, as Ciara came running from the tunnel. Ian stared at her, as surprised as anybody. "What are you doing here?"

Both of her eyebrows disappeared behind her bangs. "What am I doing here? How about you, you shiteless arsehole? You were trying to get rid of me!"

Ian blinked, trying to fathom how this was actually happening. "Do you really think this is the place for this conversation?" he hissed. Ciara continued to glare at him. "I'm sorry, alright?" he continued in an undertone. "But what does it matter? We're here together, eh? So we'll take the scroll and get out of here." He turned back to Shana, pointing the gun once more.

"Hey, you're the singer from the nightclub," Riley said suddenly, having come to the conclusion that he was living in a surrealistic nightmare.

"Well spotted," she muttered dryly, before turning back to Ian. "Are you mad! A gunshot will bring down the entire tunnel, and kill everyone including you. Give me that."

Chaos ensued as Ciara tried frantically to wrestle the gun from Ian. Though they were both quite distracted, they still stood between Shana and the others, preventing them from getting to her. Ben reached down and picked up the shovel, intending to smack Ian with it. At the same time, Shana tried to catch Riley's eye, wondering if she could roll the scroll to him without either Ciara or Ian noticing. Ben was moving forward when Ciara noticed, spinning Ian around and out of the way. Riley, intent on helping Shana, tripped past Ben, and hit Ian.

The blasting sound of a gunshot ricocheted throughout the cave.

They all froze for a minute, each one of them holding their breath.

Ian looked down at Ciara, whose arm was bleeding. "I shot you?" he asked, somewhat confused.

She shook her head. "It's just a graze," she whispered.

An instant later, the cave began to collapse.

"Run!" Ciara yelled. "Run!"

They needed no further incentive. As one they all ran out of the cave and down through the tunnel. If it had seemed long before, that was nothing compared the way it felt now, as pieces of rock and stone rained from the ceiling.

They could see the light from outside and were mere meters from the exit when the large rock fell on Ian's head. Without even realizing, Riley, Shana, Abigail and Ben continued running out into freedom, and far away from danger.

Ciara ran another foot, stopped and looked back. "Oh, for chrissakes," she muttered before turning back and yanking Ian, none-too-gently, out the remainder of the cave. She pulled him a safe distance away, and then left him lying on his back in the rain, sinking down to sit in the dirt. While the rain streaked tracks through the dust on her face, she watched the entrance to the cave disappear.

Ciara turned a scrutinizing eye on Ian, still unconscious in the rain. "I really hate you sometimes," she muttered.