Disclaimer: Do not own National Treasure

"You're a minute older and your still a dweeb." Caitlin told Riley in a deadpan tone.

"You wish." Riley countered.

"I know." she smiled knowingly nodding her head. "What do you want Riley?"

"Um…Hi I'm Ben Gates." Ben held out his hand as Caitlin wiped her hand on the small rag sitting on her shoulder before shaking.

"Abigail Chase." Abigail smiled.

"Caitlin." Caitlin replied before turning back to Riley with a frown. "Again…Riley what do you want?"

"Can we come inside?" Riley said as if every word was ripping his insides and pouring salt all over them. "Please."

"Sorry I don't let strangers in." Caitlin coolly crossed her arms over her chest glaring at Riley who just rolled his eyes and turned away to leave.

"Please…we found this and Riley says you can help." Abigail offered holding out the small bundle. She unfolded the cloth and held the bullet out to her. Caitlin raised an eyebrow as she picked up the bullet with her thumb and index finger.

"These are hieroglyphics." Caitlin announced.

"Yes they are." Ben nodded.

"What are you doing at my apartment with hieroglyphics?" she asked.

"We bring forth a belated house warming gift, what do you think we need you to do with hieroglyphics?!" Riley sarcastically mumbled. Caitlin ignored him as she stepped aside for them to come in.

Caitlin's apartment was more like a small loft. Various paintings, drawings, and clay molds cluttered the open space.

"Over there." Caitlin pointed as she went to the kitchen, running water indicating she was washing her hands of the art muck.

Abigail slowly looked around at the paintings. Letting her fingers slide over the point ballet shoes she turned her head in the direction of the kitchen.

"You dance?" Abigail asked.

"I like art. Dancing is a piece of art. I help out at the studio to buy art supplies." Caitlin replied turning off the sink. Abigail gasped as she saw a large drawing on an easel. The charcoal markings just seemed to blend into the paper.

"This is beautiful." She complimented. The drawing was a pregnant woman sitting on the ground of a room, her hands rubbing her stomach. The woman sat in front of a wide window, the city busy behind the drawn glass. "She seems frightened."

"She's afraid of having her baby be taken by the busy world." Caitlin explained. "It's not done yet. It's missing something."

"And we're missing someone to read the pretty pictures." Riley called.

"Riley do not make me cover you in clay. It dries within a matter of minutes." Caitlin growled back. Walking over Caitlin accepted the bullet from Ben. She placed it on the small table before pulling on a pair of latex gloves.

Lifting it up she pulled a small piece of paper from a draw and small plastic bin filled with a clear liquid. She grabbed a small jar and dipped the bullet into a black ink.

Caitlin placed the bullet on the paper and carefully rolled it out then dropped the bullet into the liquid. Scrunching her eyes she pulled the gloves off and threw them away before grabbing a pen.

She quickly wrote out the letters

'–N--NKA-- --NK-N- -H-P'

"LOOK LOOK…That means nothing." Riley sarcastically gasped. Caitlin seemed to tense and turned to him. With a death stare she raised a stiff finger towards him.

"I'll hit you." Blinking several times and shaking her head reassuringly she gave him a forced smile. Turning back to the paper Riley rolled his as she he made some type of snort.

"It doesn't…" he began but before he could finish Caitlin's hand flew from behind them and smacked him on the back of his head. "Ow!"

"Don't make me hit you again." Caitlin said not looking up at him. Riley was tempted to stick his tongue out at her but remembered that Ben and Abigail were in the room watching the scene before them with amusement plastered on their faces.

"What do you got?" Ben asked. Caitlin tilted her head side ways before scrunching her eyebrows on the paper.

"It's weird…see these. There're dots and dashes in between the letters." Caitlin muttered more to herself.

"The Morse Code. Yippee." Riley huffed rubbing the back of his head. Caitlin straightened up turning to look at him.

"What did you say?"

"Oh no, you'll hit me again." Riley raised an eyebrow as he backed away holding his arm up slightly in defense.

"Riley!"

"The Morse Code." Ben pulled the paper to himself grabbing another pencil. He scribbled down the small dashes and dots.

"SOS." Abigail decoded. Ben smiled up at her as he wrote the letters down next to it with an expression of I know that, dear.

"Here." Caitlin took back the paper and sat down on the stool. After five minutes of concentration she gave the paper back to Ben.

'UNSINKABLE SINKING SHIP'
"It's another clue." Abigail announced

"It's the Titanic." Ben grinned.

a/n: Ok I need to go to bed cus I have to get up in…four hours see ya later and review us