Disclaimer: I do not own National Treasure, just Elizabeth and this particular plot idea.

Chapter Eleven

"So... what do we do?" Abigail asked uncertainly.
"It's a trap for everyone involved," Ben said quietly.
"Obviously, but what other choice do we have? Either we go and get Elizabeth or a bunch of people die and we never see Elizabeth again: I'm going to find her and I don't care whether or not either of you come with me," Riley snapped.

Abigail and Ben looked at each other uneasily. Before further discussion could be made, the agent on board with them handed Ben the radio.
"Agent Sadusky would like to speak with you three," he muttered.

They gathered around the radio.
"Yes?" Ben asked.
"Abigail, Ben, Riley, are you all there?" Sadusky crackled over the radio.
"Yeah, we're all here," Ben replied, "Sadusky, send us to the island."
There was a pause from the radio.
"Sadusky, we don't want your agents to die and he has Elizabeth. Sooner or later he'll use her to make us come over, we need to go," Ben continued.
"You realize he wants to kill you three?"
"...Yes."

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As soon as Elizabeth pushed open the door, she and Patrick went on high alert. They didn't speak and were extremely careful, fully aware of what would happen if Ian caught them. They moved silently through hall after hall. It was surprising, but there were no guards, no signs of life at all.

They reached the main floor with no mishaps. Nearing a window, they chanced a glance to see what was going on. Suddenly, huge spotlights blasted on, blinding them both. They heard Ian, loud and clear on a megaphone shouting, "If you don't want a blood-bath on your hands, I want Abigail Chase, Benjamin Gates, and Riley Poole. You have five minutes starting... now!"

They watched helplessly as the FBI agents were captured by Ian's guards. Patrick groaned and slapped a hand to his head.
"So much for our rescuers..." Patrick grumbled.
Elizabeth gently patted him on the arm.
"Let's try and figure out how to escape during this confusion. Maybe we can find a boat or something..." she suggested.

Before either of them could make a move, guards burst through the doors, startling them both. They both dropped down and hid behind a couple potted plants. They held their breath as the guards thundered by, oblivious to their presence. Letting out a breath, Elizabeth relaxed slightly. Patrick wiped his sleeve across his forehead.

"What should we do?" she asked, turning towards him.
He looked at her, "We wait for the opportune moment."

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Ian paced back and forth: he was so close... so close to finally completing his revenge. Soon he could sit back and just relax with Elizabeth... soon. Suddenly, movement far out on the water's edge caught his eye.

It was a boat and more specifically, and much more importantly, it was a boat that was moving towards the island. He grinned and picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck. It took a minute before he was able to make out the outline of four people, three of whom he knew very well. He took the binoculars off from around his neck, set them down, and walked inside.

"Sir?"
"Make our guests comfortable and bring them to room D-5."
"Yes sir."

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Elizabeth and Patrick watched and listened from behind their simple shield, the potted plant. When the room had cleared of men, Elizabeth turned to Patrick.

"I think we've just stumbled upon it."
"I do believe you're correct."
"We'll split up."
"So you'll go after-"
"Yes, and you'll-"
"Yes."

They shook hands firmly. Cautiously, they both left their temporary sanctuary. Patrick headed towards a corridor while Elizabeth neared the stairs Ian had gone down. They both paused and looked at each other. With a resolute nod, Patrick trotted off down the corridor. Elizabeth nodded, watching him go.

She turned to go down the stairs. With a soft sigh, she began to quietly tread her way down. She was exceedingly nervous and not at all sure if her plan would work. She couldn't even begin to fathom whom she would meet, but she had to do this if she was ever going to figure out who she was.

Carefully she navigated the stairs. Coming to the end, she paused and quickly glanced down the other halls. She frowned: it was suspiciously quiet and empty of life. Absentmindedly she scratched the back of her head; it felt like an inaudible buzzing was flitting about. But, every time she tried to concentrate on it, it flitted out of conscious thought. She growled and took off down the hall, hoping she would run into room D-5.

She paused at the first door she came across: it read A-1. She sighed and trotted back to the other halls. Picking another one, she inspected the door; B-1.

"What on earth?" she murmured.

She quickly checked the other door; C-1. She quickly made her way down the hallway, coming to another set of hallways. She located the D-hall and searched the doors for number five: but it didn't exist. There was D-1, D-2, D-3, and D-4. She was at a dead end and nowhere close to getting answers. She slumped against the wall, looking up to the ceiling as if looking for guidance and knocked her head lightly on the wall. Then, it began to move.

She jumped back with a yelp. The wall slowly moved aside to reveal a hidden passageway. Tentatively, Elizabeth stepped inside. Taking a few steps, she heard the door ominously close behind her.

Swallowing thickly, she continued until she reached another set of hallways. She heard distant voices from the right hallway so she went down the left until she came to a door a couple feet away from the original hallway. It was locked but she was able to pick it. She peeked around the door but it was an empty conference room. She slipped inside and shut the door. Now all she had to do was wait; after that, well, that was another matter entirely.

I'm not sure if I can update tomorrow, but I'll do my best! I hope you guys like this chapter!

Aly