Thanks everyone for revewing! I love you guys! When I got your reviews I started writing immediately. Thanks so much to all of my readers as well. To answer your question, I'm going to finish off this story with some chapters in between the movies. And if people still like it, I'll write a sequel about the second movie. Riley is an awesome character to write about, and just an awesome guy in general so I can't see me ever getting tired of writing about him *sigh*. I do love me some Riley fluff, (lol, my English teacher would be proud) but this chapter couldn't be too fluffy because then the story would be almost over! Also, I had to give more details on the character flaws for my poor OC… her unending naivete and lack of self-confidence. Oh, and her clumsiness, of course. So, I hope everyone likes this chapter, and I'll try and update quicker next time!

Chapter 8: A Couple of Idiots

The days following the discovery of the Templar treasure were insane for Jennifer. She was sent to the hospital after the capture of Ian, agent Sadusky felt bad that he hadn't noticed her wounds before but quickly rectified the situation by getting her to the hospital in no time by landing the helicopter on top of it.

The wounds weren't serious at all. She needed two stitches on her forehead, but the scratches on her wrists and palms were shallow. She was assured she would have no scars; although she thought it would have been pretty awesome if she did, she knew it would be weird to say so aloud.

After that they were carted off to a hotel, each with their own room this time. The next morning was when it all began. They had their first press conference.

It was loud. Flashes were going off and everyone was asking questions, mostly to Ben. But Riley, Abigail and Jennifer each answered a few questions. Riley seemed all too happy to be in the spotlight, smiling for the cameras and joking with Ben. Jennifer on the other hand was completely flustered. She had never enjoyed being the center of attention, and although they were focused mostly on Ben, she had trouble keeping her voice from shaking.

"David Laney from the New York Times. Ms. Cassidy, how did you end up involved in this treasure hunt?"

"Oh, well I have been friends with Ben for a long time and when I found out he was looking again I followed." Jennifer answered shakily. The man gave a swift nod, a few notepad pages flipped as she answered. Riley and Abigail were asked similar questions. While Ben was asked the more important questions, things pertaining to specifics on what they had found and estimations on what it was worth.

Jennifer was just glad when it was over. She was forced into a crowd of people as they headed out. She eventually snuck out, and looked back to see Abigail on Ben's arm with Riley laughing at something someone said. Jennifer just shook her head and walked towards the Starbucks she saw on her way there. There was no way she was going back in there. She headed to the bathroom first.

One glance in the mirror and she frowned. She didn't look like herself at all. She woke up that morning with a knock on the door to three women sent to help her get ready for the conference. They had brought along an outfit for her, where they found out her size she had no clue, but it consisted of something she never would have bought for herself. A pencil skirt and a short sleeved white blouse. They left one too many buttons open for Jennifer's comfort, but they said it looked cute so she resigned to letting them decide. They also covered her face in layers of make-up. Concealer, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and lip stick made her look like a total stranger. She splashed water on her face, and used paper towels to wipe it off.

After some serious scrubbing, she got it all off. Her skin was red, leaving her to wonder if she had scraped off a layer of skin in the process. Her hair was done in loose curls, some pulled up in a clip in the back. She pulled it down, leaving it to hang over her shoulders. She longed for the comfort of a t-shirt and jeans, but figured that a strong cup of coffee would have to be enough.

After ordering, she sat staring out the window for a while, taking sips every once in while. She felt a tap on her shoulder and almost spilled her drink. She turned quickly and found Riley looking at her angrily, his arms crossed.

"What's wrong?" She asked, standing up quickly.

"We've been looking all over for you. Why didn't you tell anyone you were leaving?"

"You guys were busy and I didn't want to stay, so I left. I'm a grown woman, Riley I can make my own decisions." She was surprisingly angry. She admitted to herself that it was partly out of envy. How Riley, along with Ben and Abigail, were so charming and funny in front of all of those people and how she barely stuttered her way through. But if she was really honest with herself, she would admit that she was more angry that Riley didn't even notice how embarrassed she was, or try and help her when she felt like she was suffocating in the crowd of people. He hadn't noticed when she left for knows how long and she realized her feelings must be one-sided.

"So sue me for worrying about you." He snapped.

"Where's Ben and Abigail?" Jennifer asked, not sure what to make of his sarcastic comment.

"They're back at the conference center looking for you." Jennifer nodded and turned to leave. "Wait." She raised a confused eyebrow. "Are you all right?" He asked quietly.

Jennifer looked back at him with a look of complete bewilderment.

"You seemed a little nervous before, and I figured, if you snuck off, there must be something wrong. Is anything wrong?" He asked again and Jennifer shook her head slowly.

"I'm a horrible public speaker." She said quietly before smiling. "But everything is fine. You're pretty good at it, though."

"What?" Riley asked, looking genuinely surprised.

"Well, you were rather charming Riley. It seemed like you went to press conferences every morning." Jennifer smiled.

Riley chuckled. "I was probably just as nervous as you." He said, a red tinge showing up on his cheeks. Abigail and Ben walk in just in time to prevent another awkward moment.

"Jenny, why did you leave?" Abigail asked angrily, pulling Jennifer into a hug.

"I was thirsty." Jennifer smiled, raising her cup of coffee. Abigail shook her head and huffed angrily. She pulled at Jennifer's arm.

"Come on, time to go home."

Jennifer turned back to Riley quickly. "Thanks for coming to look for me." She said, immediately turning red and turning back to Abigail.

Jennifer smacked herself on the forehead on the way out, feeling like an idiot. Thanks for coming to look for me. Ugh. Could I be any more obvious?

"So, you and Riley, huh?" Abigail asked with a smile.

"Yeah right." Jennifer said with a sigh.

"Come on, he is already head over heels." She said, acting like it was obvious.

"We are talking about Riley Poole right?" Jennifer asked, looking at Abigail. She gave her a look and Jennifer laughed. "Yeah right. I practically throw myself at the guy every time I see him. He can't like me."

"Boys are all idiots Jennifer. He just doesn't know you like him."

"What else could I do? I kissed the guy…" She was cutoff by an incredulous look from Abigail. "It was on the cheek. In the car, remember?" Jennifer shook her head "Anyways, kisses, hugs, compliments. I know I'm not very good at flirting, but come on! What else can I do? Put up a sign that says 'I love Riley Poole'?" Jennifer says in frustration. Abigail laughs.

"That's an idea." She smiles when Jennifer shoves her lightly. "Kidding, kidding. But seriously, its obvious he likes you. He practically attacked Ian for you. And Riley doesn't seem the type to fight. He's a bit scrawny if you haven't noticed."

"Hey!" Jennifer giggles, shoving Abigail teasingly. "No insulting the man who protected my honor." Jennifer says jokingly. "There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for his punching Ian." Jennifer says nodding. "Everyone wants to hit Ian. I mean, come on. Wouldn't you have liked to get in a good punch?" Abigail just shakes her head but Jennifer smiles knowingly.

"See, Ian is a jerk. Seeing him hitting a girl just made Riley's manliness kick into action. He's probably old-fashioned, and doesn't like seeing a woman get hurt." Jennifer nodded, believing that explanation over the belief that Riley could actually like her.

"You're perfect for each other." Abigail said under her breath.

"Huh?" Jennifer said, turning her head at the statement and promptly walking straight into a tree. "Ow!" Jennifer shouted, clutching her head in pain.

"A couple of idiots."