Argh! Last chapter now! I feel bad leaving it all behind, it was so much fun to write. I'm so proud of it, and I'm so glad everybody has stuck with Lorna til the very end! Enjoy this final chapter, and thank you so much to everyone who has been reading!

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, figuring this wasn't a conversation I was invited to take part in. I turned, checking on Riley, who was being taken out in a wheelchair by Paramedics. Worry flared inside me and I followed.

The kid was being wired up to a heart monitor when I arrived, and the bleeding in his leg had been stemmed well. Riley was high on morphine, and seemed pretty calm, so I did myself, though I watched carefully as the paramedics fussed around him.
"Is he going to be alright?" I asked the nearest paramedic, touching their arm. They looked at me.

"He's going to be fine. You did a good thing, stemming the bleeding. It made our job easier, saved him some time."

I nodded, feeling relieved that I had watched enough movies to know how to keep wounds like that at bay, and waited by the vehicle. I wanted it all to be over. I wanted Riley to be well and I wanted Ben to not be in prison. I breathed out, folding my arms, and sank down so I was sitting on the edge of the ambulance.

Ben appeared after some moments and sat beside me. I looked up at him and gave him a weak smile, but I couldn't think of what to say. I felt drained.

"I'm off the hook…" Ben began, and my heart skipped a beat. "Or, we're off the hook."

"That's lucky." I smiled, though it was out of relief.

"Yeah." Ben grinned. "I told them to credit you and Riley with the discovery."
"Ben!" I gasped. "I really did no-"

"I won't hear it." Interrupted Ben. "You had everything to do with the discovery. I couldn't have done it without you, or Riley. I'm so glad I met you in that waiting room."

"Me too." I said softly, and we kissed slowly and carefully, savoring the moment for once. "So what now?" I asked as we pulled apart, and Ben sighed slightly.

"We deal with Ian's court case, the percentage of the treasure, Riley's recovery and…" He trailed off, looking at me affectionately. "And maybe our future together."

I caught my breath.

"Our future?"

"I want us to be together." Ben seemed unsure for a moment, noticing my reaction. "If that's what you want."
"Of course it is, stupid." I shoved him slightly, giggling. Ben pulled me in by my waist and we cuddled, the flashing of siren lights and orders from police officers going completely unnoticed around us.

Some months later, after Ian had been put away, after Riley had got away with a persisting limp, and after Ben and I had moved in together, in the hugest, most beautiful manor house I had ever seen, I finally felt at peace.

Ben and I sat in the grounds of the house, facing each other across a table with cold drinks and a parasol, and smiling.

"I didn't expect this when I went in for that job interview." I said fondly, placing my hand in the centre of the table, allowing Ben to hold it.

"You'll never have to work again now." He smirked, glancing up at the house. I laughed.

"You don't think Riley's still upset about the percentage we took, do you?"

"Well-" Ben paused as Riley himself came staggering towards us, leaning on a crutch.

"Are you talking about me?"

"No." Ben said in amusement. Riley sat down beside us, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah, you were."

"Alright. We were. But they were good things." I cut in, placing a hand on his arm.

"If it helps you guys," Riley began, lounging back, "yeah, I am still upset about the percentage. They offered you ten per cent. Ten per cent and you turned it down."

I rolled my eyes and caught Ben's stare.

"It was too much, Riley." He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You could'a had a bigger house." Riley continued, counting the items off on his fingers. "A better car, though it would never be as cool as mine; a private jet…A JET PACK. You could've had a jet pack, Ben."

I glanced over at Ben, eyes shining.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

Ben looked deadpan.
"Don't you start."

I leant over to Riley.

"Don't worry. We'll hook that up." And we fist pumped.

"I don't need any of that stuff." Ben interrupted. "I've got everything I need right here."

"I guess." Said Riley, watching him with mild annoyance. "You got the girl."

The two men turned to me and I blinked at them and shrugged.

"Well, you're right." And I leant over to peck Ben on the cheek.

"I'll enjoy my one per cent." Riley announced, standing up and clicking his car key so that somewhere nearby, the sound of an extremely sexy car unlocking itself sounded. "Just listen to that." And he wandered off towards the sound, a huge grin spread across his face. I watched him go with my own grin, and then turned back to Ben, who was leaning across the table, looking at me with great affection.

"So, you said you didn't expect this when you went for the job interview." He looked puzzled, cocking his head to one side. "Don't you regret it? Not getting your dream job?"
"Don't be stupid." I laughed. "Between you and me," and I leant forward conspiratorially, "I hear there might be an opening as Archivist at the National Archives." I gave him a wink, and Ben smirked back.

"Then choosing to hunt for treasure instead wasn't a bad idea at all."

I looked to the side, smiling to myself happily. Sure the job interview hadn't gone well, but I had left with so much more.

"No. Not at all."

Please review :) I'm sorry the chapter was short, but there was no reason to drag it all out inecessarily. I hope you enjoyed the story, thank you again!