A.N.: I considered looking at the Scene Selection of the DVD and using the scene names for the Chapter names. But decided against it. This is Ronnie's story, not Ben, Riley, and Abigail's. XD Okay, so it still is their story. They just have to get along with Ronnie. And that's easier said than done.

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"OK, Ben, pay attention. I've brought you and Ronnie to the Library of Congress." Riley started, turning to smile at the brunette girl, who was busy trying to braid her red-tipped bangs.

"Why? Because it's the biggest library in the world. Over 20 million books," Riley continued. Ronnie looked around, giving a low, amazed whistle.

"And they're all saying the same exact thing: listen to Riley."

"Really? I don't hear anything," Ronnie interjected, smiling. Riley stuck his tongue out at her, making Ronnie laugh even harder.

Riley shook his head, deciding to ignore the girl. "What we have here, my friends, is an entire layout of the archives. Short of builders' blueprints, you've got construction orders, phone lines, water and sewage - it's all here." Riley showed paper after paper, page after page, to the two across from him. "Now, when the Declaration is on display, OK, it is surrounded by guards, and video monitors, and a little families from Iowa and little kids

on their eighth-grade field trip," Riley continued, showing even more pages. Ronnie raised her hand on the last thing Riley listed, giggling.

"That was me, I was one of them little eighth graders," she said, then shut up again and let Riley continue his speech.

"And beneath an inch of bulletproof glass is an army of sensors and heat monitors that will go off if someone gets too close with a high fever." Ronnie interrupted again.

"Again, me. I got sick on that field trip, and then the Declaration went, poof!" the girl said.

"Poof?" repeated Ben skeptically. Ronnie nodded.

" Ouais, poof en bas un tunnel."

"She's right, when it's not on display, it is lowered into a four-foot-thick

concrete, steel-plated vault...that happens to be equipped with an electronic combination lock and biometric access-denial systems," Riley said, smiling in Ronnie's direction. "And you're just good with genetics?" he asked. Ronnie shrugged.

"I took the ACTs in seventh grade, and was ready for first year, Ivy League college courses. In seventh grade. I refused to skip," she replied.

"You know, Thomas Edison tried and failed nearly 2000 times to develop the carbonized cotton-thread filament for the incandescent light bulb," Ben said.

"Edison?" Riley asked, and Ronnie nodded.

"When asked about it, he said, 'I didn't fail, I found out 2000 ways how not to make a light bulb.' But he only needed to find one way to make it work. The Preservation Room. Enjoy. Go ahead," Ben continued, turning over an open book to Riley.

"Do you know what the Preservation Room is for?" Ben asked.

"Delicious jams and jellies?" Riley guessed. Ronnie giggled softly, biting her tongue to calm down.

"No, Riley. That's where they clean, repair and maintain all the documents and the storage housings when they're not on display or in the vault," Ronnie corrected.

"Very good," Ben said to Ronnie, then returned his attention to Riley. "Now, the best time for us, or Ian, to steal it would be during the Gala this weekend when the guards are distracted by the VIPs upstairs," Ben said, while Riley studied the page.

"But we'll make our way to the Preservation Room, where there's much less security," Ronnie finished.

"That's right. You catch on quick," Ben replied. The two waited for Riley to respond.

"Well, if Ian...Preservation...The Gala, huh?" Riley mumbled, flipping between pages and books, occasionally looking up at Ronnie and Ben. "This might be possible."

"It might," Ben and Ronnie responded.

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Weeks of preparation went by. Ben was going to attend the Gala and steal the Declaration, while Ronnie and Riley stayed behind to pull the strings of the Archives and make sure everything worked in their favor.

Ronnie had been asked if she'd rather attend the Gala and help Ben there, but she refused. "I can't. What if something goes wrong?" she had asked. And so now Ben was in a janitors suit, about to go steal the document that made our nation, while she and Riley were seated in a red van about to help him do it. Ronnie had seen the movie before, but now she couldn't wrap her head around the whole thing. There was such a difference between living and watching.

"Ben, are you sure that we should...?" Riley started, but Ben slammed the van door on him. Ronnie huffed slightly.

"Meanie." Riley gave a quick laugh before handing a headset to the brunette beside him and putting one on himself.

"Riley. Can you hear me?" Ben asked in a hushed voice.

"Unfortunately, yeah," Riley answered, checking the monitors and tech that surrounded the two in the van. "We're all set in here. You want to go around to the front and present your invitation."

"Go ahead," a guard's voice said.

"Hey, Ben? You know French?" Ronnie asked suddenly. Riley turned to look at her in confusion.

"Um...no, why?" Ben responded, his voice echo-y. Ronnie assumed he was in the bathroom.

"Just wondering. Let me guess, you're changing in the bathroom?" Ronnie replied.

"Yeah."

"How do you look?" Riley asked.

"Not bad," came Ben's voice through the headset.

"Mazel tov," Riley replied, smiling and leaning back.

"Riley...?" Ronnie started, but decided this wasn't the best time. "Never mind.." she whispered quickly.

"Oh, Mr. Brown," came a familiar female voice.

"Dr. Chase."

"What are you doing here?" Abigail asked.

"Is that that hot girl? How does she look?" Riley asked. Ronnie slapped him, looking away before Riley could see the glassy look in her eyes, the tears forming. Ronnie didn't even know why she cared so much what he thought.

"I made a last-minute donation. A big one."

"Well, on that subject, thank you for your wonderful gift."

"Oh, you did get it? Good," Ben's voice replied.

"Yes, thank you."

"You know, I really couldn't accept something like that normally, but...I really want it!" Dr. Chase said, almost giggling.

"Well, you needed it."

"Come on, Romeo, get outta there," Riley smiled. Ronnie leaned against the side of the van.

"Hi," came another male voice.

"Hi there."

"Who's the stiff?" Ronnie and Riley asked. They turned to look at one another, but Ronnie looked away quickly. She saw an emotion in Riley's blue eyes that scared her. One she felt, too.

"Here, why don't you let me take that? So you can take that off his hands."

"Thank you."

"A toast, yeah? To high treason. That's what these men were committing when they signed the Declaration. Had we lost the war, they would have been hanged, beheaded, drawn and quartered, and - Oh! Oh, my personal favorite - and had their entrails cut out and burned! So, here's to the men who did what was considered wrong in order to do what they knew was right. What they knew was right. Well, good night," Ben said. Ronnie cringed, both from the punishments Ben had listed, but from how cold it was in Riley's van. She closed her eyes for a moment, before scooting closer to Riley.

"What was that 'Romeo' crack about?" Ben asked quietly. The ambient noise led the two in the van to believe Ben was in a hallway. "I don't like Abigail like that. I could say things like that to you," Ben continued.

"Sure you don't like Abi," Ronnie commented.

"How could you say things like that to me?" Riley asked.

"Oh, come on, Riley. I can tell you like Ronnie," Ben said, now in another echo-y bathroom. Ronnie and Riley both went red as tomatoes.

"W-what?! I'm on this connection, you know! Twit!" Ronnie exclaimed.

"I..I...No I don't!" Riley tried, but Ben just laughed, knowing the two had just proven his point.

"From the sound of it, Ronnie likes you, too."

Riley looked over to the brunette beside him, who was avoiding his gaze. Finally, Ronnie looked up, her hair covering nearly two thirds of her face. She pulled her tipped bangs away from her eyes partially. For a moment it seemed time stood still, as blue eyes met with brown.

"Je... Je pense que je vous aime," Ronnie whispered. Their faces only an inch away now, Riley closed the gap and pressed his lips against hers.

Once the two pulled away, he whispered four words, covering the mic. "I love you, too."

"Um, guys?" Ben asked.

"Y-yeah?" Ronnie replied, turning back to the screens.

"It's working."

"Unbelievable," Riley whispered.

After a few minutes of silence, Ben's voice came through the headsets again. "We're in the elevator," he said.

"No, you're in the elevator."

"Whatever! Riley you ready?" Ben replied. Before Riley could respond, Ben listed the letters. "A...e...f...g...l...o...r...v...y."

"Anagrams being listed..." Riley mumbled.

"Valley Forge. She pressed 'e' and 'l' twice," Ronnie stated.

"You're starting to scare me, Ronnie," Ben said, as he appeared on the Preservation Room feed.

"Hello!" Riley and Ronnie said jubilantly. They saw Ben shake his head.

"Okay, pick it up Ben..." Ronnie whispered, getting fidgety. Soon the screens went blank.

"I lost my feed," Riley stated, checking the cords and monitors frantically.

"What?"

"I lost my feed, Ben. I don't know where anyone is. I have nothing. Ben, I have no...Ben, I have nothing!" Riley panicked.

"Get out of there. Get out of there now!" Ronnie shouted into the mic.

"Okay. One, calm down. Two, I'm taking the whole thing. I'll get it out in the elevator," Ben replied.

"Wh-what?" Riley stammered, still freaked from losing the feed. "Is it heavy?" Ronnie shook her head.

"Why me?" she joked.

"Gates," came a soft, English accented voice. Ian. Gunshots were heard.

"What was that?" Riley asked.

"Gunshots, dur!" Ronnie replied. "Who's shooting? Ian?"

"I'm in the elevator. Yeah, that was Ian."

"God, I hate that guy..." Riley sighed.

"Where are you, Ben? Where are you?" Riley sang, now in the driver's seat, and Ronnie beside him, giggling.

"You're actually a decent singer, Riley," she said.

"Stop talking," came Ben's voice, after a long silence. "Start the van."

Riley jumped slightly, and turned the keys, the van coming to life with a quiet purr. "Ben, the...the mean Declaration lady's behind you," he stammered.

"Hey," Abigail said, coming up from behind.

"Oh, it's you. Hello," Ben greeted, turning around.

"Mr. Brown, what's going on? What's that?"

"It's a souvenir."

"Really?" Abigail asked.

"Stop chatting and get in the van!" Riley shouted. Ronnie slapped him, covering his mouth, her other palm pressed against her forehead.

"Did you enjoy the party?" Ben asked.

"Yeah..." Abigail responded. Alarms went off on the Archives building, and Abi turned, gaping. Ronnie moaned loudly, slinking down in her seat.

"Oh, my God," Riley groaned.

"Oh, my God! You did not...?" Abigail shouted, turning back to Ben.

"No..."

"Security! Over here!" she shouted again. Reaching for the Declaration, she yelled, "Give me that!"

"It's yours. Take it!" Ben said, letting go.

"Security!" Abi screamed again, running towards the National Archives building, letting Ben climb into the van. "Over here! Security!"

Another van pulled up, Abigail disappearing behind it, and then it pulled away, Abigail gone. "Wait, hold it! Bad, no, bad, bad, bad..." Ben whispered. "Go! Go!" he yelled.

"Once we catch them, what are we going to do?" Riley asked, following the white van.

"Working on it," Ben replied.

"Right turn, right turn..." Riley mumbled, violently twisting the wheel. "Skidding! Skidding! Skidding!" The back doors of the white van open suddenly, Abigail clutching one, screaming.

"Oh no!" Ben whispered.

"Holy, Lord!"

"Get me next to her!" Ben demanded. Riley maneuvered the van, now parallel to the white one. Ian reached out, grabbing the Declaration. "Abigail! Jump!" Ben shouted. Abi jumped, and Ben closed the door of the van quickly.

"Are you all right?" Ben asked.

"No! Those lunatics..."

"You're not hurt, are you?" Ben persisted.

"You are all lunatics!" Abigail exclaimed.

"Yeah, great. Back sass the people who just saved your life," Ronnie commented, rolling her eyes.

"Are you hungry?" Ben tried.

"What?" Abigail replied.

"Are you all right?" the man repeated.

"Still a little on edge from being shot at, but I'll be OK. Thanks for asking," Riley responded, making Ronnie giggle.

"Yeah, well, I'm not all right. Those men have the Declaration of Independence!" Abigail exclaimed.

"She lost it?!" Riley asked, almost yelling.

"They don't have it. See? OK? Now could you please stop shouting?" Ben said, pulling out the real Declaration.

"Give me that!" Abigail shouted, reaching forward.

"You're still shouting. And it's starting to annoy. You'd do well, Dr Chase, to be a bit more civilized in this instance." Ronnie tried hard not to laugh. She failed.

"If this is the real one, what did they get?" Abi asked quietly.

"A souvenir. I thought it'd be a good idea to have a duplicate. It turned out I was right. I actually had to pay for the souvenir and the real one, so you owe me $35 plus tax." Ben smiled.

"Genius," Riley replied from the front seat.

"Who were those men?"

"Just the guys we warned you were gonna steal the Declaration," Ben replied.

"And you didn't believe us!" Ronnie and Riley said, smiling.

"We did the only thing we could do to keep it safe."

"Verdammt! Give me that!" Abigail shouted again.

"You know something? You're shouting again."

"I'm pretty sure she was swearing, too," Riley said.

"She was. 'Verdammt' is German for 'damn,'" Ronnie replied.

"Well, we probably deserve that."