AN: Hah, a long update! And a surprise later in the chapter! Enjoy!

The red capped Travelocity gnome was plummeting head first off the brown stone cliff. "You think he was pushed?" asked Lexy boredly. She flipped her lucky silver dollar coin into the air over and over. It was her nervous habit, as well as what she did whenever she had nothing else to do.

Riley chuckled. "Yeah, by people who like Expedia better," he said, smirking.

"Riley Poole are you still watching TV?" asked Sabrina, sounding more disappointed than upset. She had just walked through the door or the brand new house carrying some shopping bags, another portion of her 75 million well spent.

"Yeah, he is," was the response she got.

"Did Lexy tell you to?" demanded Sabrina.

"Uh no…, why would she?" asked a very confused Riley. He flipped to the TV guide channel on his sixty inch screen. A portion of his 75 million even better spent in Lexy's opinion. "All right! There's a show about the discovery of the Templar Treasure on the History Channel! My interview was the best." He heard a sigh behind him and watched with amusement as an irritated Sabrina handed Lexy twenty dollars. Lexy cleared her throat as Riley flipped to the history channel and became absorbed in watching himself, along with Ben, Abigail and Lexy being interviewed. She collected another thirty dollars.

"Betting on Riley's habits is always rewarding," she said. "He just loves staring at his big head on the gargantuan screen."

"Better than looking at yours!" he retorted.

"Oh, grow up you two," joked Sabrina, sitting on the couch between the brother and sister. She confiscated the remote and shut off the TV. "Lexy, you had something to tell us when I got back?"

The teenager sighed. "Yeah. Okay. Yesterday, my best friend Morgan and I were skateboarding around town and we saw someone." She stopped and took a deep breath. The foreboding from her tone hung in the air. "Someone, who I hoped I'd never see again, other than the sixty-five year old guy with the Mohawk and leather jacket who had wrinkles on his wrinkles. That was scary. Anyway, we saw… we saw Ian." She looked up at Riley, whose eyes were wide with fear. She'd never seen him this afraid before and she didn't like it.

"You're both fine right, I mean he didn't hurt you?" asked Riley concerned. "What did he want?"

"No we're fine, Morgan hit him over the head with a branch, I think he was unconscious, and we ran after that." Lexy's hand flew subconsciously to the multicolored teardrop shaped stone around her neck as she spoke the next sentence. "He's after the diary."

"Oh no…" breathed Riley.

"Wait, what diary?" asked Sabrina.

--

New York City, 1964

Derek Poole lay dying in his bed. A boy stood by his bedside along with his father. "Grandpa?" he said. "Are you going to heaven?" Derek looked into his grandson's eyes.

"I hope so David," he said smiling. The boy smiled, looking very relieved that his grandfather would be happy after he passed on.

"I'll miss you grandpa," he whispered. Then he hugged the dying old man and left the room. Theodor stayed behind.

"Klara should be here in an hour," he informed. His father nodded.

"I wish I'd had more time to spend with David," he sighed. Then he looked at his son. "Do you have it?" he asked softly.

"I've kept it all these years, the book and the necklace," Theodor removed the items in question from inside his coat pocket and laid them on the table.

"Good, good." The old man nodded his approval. "Give it to your son on his twenty-first birthday, and tell him what it is, how it almost cost us the war. He'll understand then. It must be kept safe; you never know who might find out, and what they might cause if they get it."

"A third world war, among other things," said Theodor solemnly, "and then there's the treasure."

His father nodded. "The treasure." Then he rolled over and fell asleep. Theodor got up to leave the room, took one last look at his sleeping father, and turned off the light.

--

Washington D.C, Present day

"How many lost treasures can there be? And a bomb? If Ian gets this book…" Sabrina trailed off, she didn't need to say more. The silence was like a threat itself.

"We should talk to Ben," suggested Lexy. "He should know, especially with another treasure involved."

"You're right," the color was coming back to Riley's face now, after draining at hearing Ian's name. Ian Howe had almost killed him, and there was no doubt he'd love another chance. As Riley's hand hovered over the phone, it suddenly rang. The caller ID was Ben's cell. Everyone paled, recalling how Ian had first called Ben from Riley's phone. They waited fearfully until Riley finally picked up. "He-Hello?" he said hesitantly.

"Riley! You sound like you've seen a ghost!" Ben's voice flooded his friends thankful ears.

"Ben there's something I need to-"

"No time, you have to hear this!" Ben said excitedly.

"No Ben this is serious, yesterday Lexy saw-"

"Riley seriously, you won't believe this," Ben cut him off.

"I'm supposed to be the annoying interrupter!" interrupted Riley.

"You need to meet me at the hospital as soon as you can!"

"Hospital? What's wrong Ben? Ben!?" Riley pleaded urgently.

"Nothings wrong," Ben sounded fairly ecstatic when he finally blurted out, "The baby's coming!"

"What?" demanded Riley. But there was only silence, and then a faint dial tone. Riley hung up.

"This is bad," he breathed. "This is very bad. Oh, I hope Ian didn't tap our phones."

"What?" asked Sabrina. "What happened? Are they hurt?"

Riley shook his head slowly. "The baby's coming," he echoed.

They left within five minutes. They all piled into Riley's new Ferrari, which was blue, from Lexy's insistence that blue was a luckier color than red. So they drove over to the hospital just as fast they could, not only to deliver the news about Ian to Ben, but to see the new baby.

It was two hours later when they were finally able to go in.

Riley looked at the baby in Abigail's arms. Then he looked at Ben. Ben smiled. "Amelia Gates," he said.

"Poor kid, having a middle name like Earheart," commented Lexy, shaking her head and making a face.

"But how did you…" started Abigail.

The teenager raised her eyebrows. "Another history person. It was kind of obvious."

Ben grinned. "Yes. And I'm sure if there's any more treasure out there, she'll be the one to find it," Riley and Lexy exchanged glances. "Of course she'll need a little help from her father."

Riley smirked. ""And her Uncle Riley," he corrected. "You should know that."

"The first generation of the Gates family to grow up respected by the historical community. A very historic moment if you ask me," noted Lexy, staring at the child. If she lives that long, she thought, seeing Ian's face in her head. "Ben, can Riley, Sabrina and I talk to you for a second? Outside?"

"Sure…" said Ben, and nodding at Abigail, he accompanied them out into the hallway.

"Hey Ben, you want to know something interesting about history?" asked Lexy grimly.

"Does it have anything to do with the fact that April 14 is cursed? Because I know that Lincoln was assassinated on that day in 1865, and died the next morning, and that the Titanic struck the iceberg that night in 1912 and sunk the next morning." It was something Lexy had been talking about since she figured it out a few weeks ago.

"No it's not that. Did you know that one of the most famous historical 'bad guys' for want of a better word, kept a diary?" Between the three of them, Riley Lexy and Sabrina got the rest of the story out. Ben looked from one to the other and then took a deep breath.

"Guys, I think we're in a little trouble."

"A little?" asked Riley, raising an eyebrow.

"So how are you guys going to break it to Abigail?" asked Lexy.

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