A/N: Ok, so this chapter's a little on the shorter side. It's mostly dialog and it took me forever to write because I kept changing which direction I wanted it to go in. But I think I finally have it figured out. So, Read, Review and be Merry.

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The piercing melody of Ben's phone going off on Sedusky's desk made everyone in the Hoover FBI building fall silent and turn toward the noise. Ben looked down at the phone, the LED blaring Riley's Cell. The treasure hunter felt a pang of sadness shoot through his heart, knowing that when he answered the phone he wouldn't be greeted by a perky, "Heeyy Ben!" from his geeky best friend, but by an extremely greedy British man with a bad attitude. Ben glanced up at Sedusky, who gave him the 'Ok' to answer the call, recognizing the importance of the situation. With a shaky hand, Ben reached out, taking the phone off the desk.

"Standard tap procedure."

"Let's check the signal, folks."

The five FBI agents that were crowded around the desk all put on their headphones, preparing to listen to Ben's phone conversation with his former colleague.

"Lock in."

"Are we set?" Sedusky held one of the pair of headphones to his ear and all Ben could think was that Ian was definitely not going to be happy to have half a dozen FBI agents listening in on their conversation but Ian had no choice. It's not like Ben invited the FBI to come to Philadelphia, take back the Declaration and stop him from finding the treasure of all treasures. When Sedusky gave Ben a final go-ahead nod, the treasure hunter ripped open that phone so fast, its wonder it didn't snap in two.

"Yes." He answered, trying to keep his whirling emotions out of his voice.

"Ben, I'm growing impatient." The Brit snarled angrily into the phone. "Where is my clue? Time is running out for your friend."

"No, Ben!" Riley's distant, pleading voice emanated through the receiver from the other end. "Don't tell Ian anything!"

"Shut up, you insolent little rat!" Ian spat out at the techie, making everyone listening jump. The sound of a gun being cocked could be heard, before Ian spoke again. "Tell me everything you know, or I'm going to shoot him right now."

Ben took a deep breath, aware that all eyes were on him, anxiously awaiting his next move.

"Heere at the wall," Ben finally choked out the clue.

"What?" Ian asked, not expecting that from Ben at all.

"That's the clue," the treasure hunter explained. "Heere at the wall, with two E's in the word 'Heere'."

"And what does it all mean? Where do we have to go?"

"Hold on, Ian. There's more to the clue." Ben told him. The seven pairs of eyes around him swirled with confusion and astonishment. That was new.

"Is that true?" Abigail mouthed the question. Ben regarded her with a small nod and then went back to focusing on the more pressing matter on hand.

"What more?" Ben heard the tone in Ian's voice become less hostile, and for that he was slightly relieved, even though he knew the hostility and anger in the Brit's voice was bound to return as soon as Ben revealed to him his current location.

"Well?" Ian's impatience was starting to bubble up again.

Ben inhaled, bracing himself for Ian's reaction. After a beat, he said:

"I don't know."

"Ben, I swear to god, if you're playing games with me…" Ian threatened, his voice coming through the phone in a growl.

"Ian, I'm not where you think I am." Ben admitted, trying to do this a slowly and painlessly as possible. He knew Ian wasn't going to be truly happy unless the treasure was his and only his and he already proved that he was willing to resort to anything to get it. Ben didn't want to see what would happen if he didn't get it or didn't even think he was going to get it. Ben started to rethink his original plan as he contemplated the consequences of telling Ian he was sitting, chained to a desk in an FBI building. There was no telling what he would do to Riley at that point, and if he did decide to do the unthinkable, there was nothing Ben could do about it over the phone. Suddenly, a brilliant planned popped into the treasure hunter's mind.

"Where are you?" Ian asked, the fury in his voice rising.

Before Ben could change his mind, he immediately spat out, "New York."

A/N: Oohh Ben, what are you thinking? Haha, I'm not sure if I even know. Lol no I'm kidding. I pretty much have it all in my head it's just a matter of you know, actually writing it down. Oh and I promise…the next chapter will have more of Riley cuz you can't leave him out of any story too long ; ) So please review if you read it…pretty pretty please : (