A/N: YAY! A new chapter! Thanks to anyone who reviewed the first one and my other Ben/Riley story

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Riley raced down the busy Philadelphia sidewalk toward where he thought Ben's car was parked. Ok so he forgot, but who has time to remember things when you're being chased by a crazed assassin. He turned the corner onto an empty street and slowed his pace to a tired walk. His legs throbbed and his lungs burned, he desperately needed a rest. Riley quickly glanced around. No Ian. Phew. Relieved and exhausted, Riley ducked into a nearby alley way. He leaned up against the brick wall of the building, and shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, Ian Howe was staring back at him.

"Hello, Riley. Long time, no see."

"I-Ian," Riley stuttered, his heart now racing. "What are you doing here?" The computer genius huffed, lacking a sarcastic comment.

"Isn't painfully obvious?" Ian smiled maliciously. "I was looking for you, Riley."

"Why me? I don't have an invisible map on my back." Riley quipped. Ian didn't like that very much and responded with a heavy blow to the mouth. Riley held his face and doubled over in pain.

"You wanna try me with the smart ass remarks again, or are you going to cooperate?" He snarled in Riley's face. Riley just nodded and whipped the blood from his mouth.

"Good. Now, let's go." Ian roughly hoisted the young man off the ground by his hoodie. "Shaw, bring the car around." Ian spoke to his walky-talky. Moments later, a black van pulled up in front of Riley and his captor. Ian dragged Riley into the street, and toward the back of the vehicle. The doors were opened and Riley was thrown in.

"Ow." Riley groaned as he landed, hard, on his right shoulder.

"Oh don't worry, there will be plenty more where that came from," Ian promised as he climbed into the van and shut the doors, laughing at Riley's pain.

Riley curled up in a ball as the van started to move, praying that Ben would come to his rescue, like he always did.

Ben nervously paced back and forth in front of his father's car. What was taking them so long? He hoped that Riley and Abigail had been as fortunate as him in escaping their pursuers. Something inside of him wasn't so sure. He spun around and faced the back of the Deville; relief flooded his body as he saw Abigail heading towards him, the gray canister which contained the precious map, still in her possession. Ben ran to meet her half way.

She looked alright, the Declaration was safe, but something was still very wrong.

"Where's Riley?" Was Ben's way of greeting the worn-out blonde.

"H-he was right behind me a minute ago." She said trying to collect her thoughts from her fatigued, dismantled mind. "He probably took a detour to avoid Ian."

"Hmm," Ben said distractedly, glancing over Abigail's shoulder praying that Riley would dart out from around the corner, chestnut hair tousled from the wind, blue eyes wild with adrenaline. But there was nothing. And so more pacing ensued.

"I'm sure he's fine, Ben." Abigail offered as some form of comfort for the treasure hunter. Somehow he knew she was wrong. Riley knew better then to run off on an unexpected detour, especially when being trailed by Ian Howe.

"No, no. Something's definitely wrong here." Ben said, the wheels in his head starting to turn. "Even if Riley did take a short cut, he would've checked in with me by now."

Abigail still looked skeptical. "You're sure about this?"

"Yes, I am!" Ben snapped. He hated when people questioned him when he was absolutely certain of something, much like Abigail was doing now. "Riley's a lot smarter than that," Ben added in a softer voice.

Just then, a shrill melody rang out from the front pocket of Ben's coat, making both him and Abigail jump. He took out the silver phone and looked at the Caller ID. The blue LED screen read Riley's Cell.

"Oh, thank god," Ben breathed as he flipped open the phone. His heart pounded in his throat as he put it up to his ear and spoke into the receiver.

"Riley! Are you alright? Where are you?" The questions flew out of Ben's mouth.

"Hello, Ben. Riley's a little busy at the moment so you'll have to talk to me instead," The sinister voice on the other end spoke. Ben's mouth dropped and the phone almost slid from his hand. Ian.

"What did you do with him, you bastard?" Ben growled into the mouthpiece.

"Nothing he won't recover from. But that could change if the name calling continues, Ben." Ian said his voice laced with malevolence.

"I swear to God, Ian, if you kill him…" Ben trailed off. If Ian killed Riley, there would be no telling what Ben would do to that man. And Ian very well knew that. But he also knew that he would do anything to get the annoying little whiz kid back, which is why he was kidnapped in the first place.

"Now, Ben, I think you and I both know the kind of guy I am. As long as I get what I want, the boy will remain alive. And I think you have a very good idea as to what it is I want." Ben could picture perfectly the menacing grin Ian wore on his face as he spoke. It made him sick to his stomach.

"The Declaration," Ben choked out. "You want the map." He glanced down at Abigail, who he just remembered had been standing there, the whole time, hanging on every word.

"Oh yes, that would be nice, but you know what I would love even more than that?" Ian didn't wait for Ben's response before he filled in the blank for him. "I want you to find the treasure for me. And you have 72 hours to do so, or else he's as good as dead."

The blood drained from Ben's face. "Ian, tha-that's impossible!" He gaped.

"What? What does he want?" Abigail asked, not able to keep her mouth shut any more. Ben held his hand up in her face and she went back to silently listening.

"I'm sure you'll find a way, Ben. Or else poor little Riley here will pay the price." Ian sneered.

Ben gripped the phone tighter, as his enemy spoke again.

"Now, I have a few ground rules before you and Dr. Chase head off on your adventure."

"Go on," Ben said through gritted teeth.

"First off, no authorities," Ian instructed.

"Why would he call the authorities?" Another voice spoke out from the background. Ben's heart fluttered. It was Riley. "He's not exactly innocent either, although he wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't--" He was cut off by a loud thud. A pain-filled cry rang through the ear piece of the phone.

"Riley," Ben whispered, his voice sounded almost on the verge of tears.

"Speak again and you'll be spending the rest of the ride unconscious," Ben heard Ian threatening his friend. "Now Ben, where were we? Ah, yes, I remember. Secondly, you must check in with me whenever you find another clue. When you find the treasure, I'll explain everything else…and if you try anything funny, Gates, the things that will happen to your friend…well, just use your imagination." Click.

A/N: I feel so bad torturing Riley like that, but he's just so freakin' adorable when he's helpless. Next update should be coming soon…so in the meantime review, review, REVIEW