It all started rather strangely. She and her Papa were walking down the street and a fight had broke out nearby. He had come in and separated the men from each other. She caught his gaze. He had mysterious grey eyes that drew her in. He was fit and his uniform complemented his body well. He wasn't necessarily handsome, but he was still nice to look at. He had this air of dominance around him, a firmness that was very attractive to her. Cosette wanted nothing more than to get to know him better.

He'd froze for a minute, losing track of what one of the men was saying. He stared at her and she blushed furiously. He quickly realized what he was doing and returned his attention to the matter at hand.
"It's Javert!" She heard someone scream.

Javert... so that's his name. And all too soon her father is pulling her away and running. She didn't want to go, she wanted to go back to him, to get to know him. It was sad to think that she might never do that.

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Later that night, Cosette was in her garden. It was late and she had gone out to get some fresh air. She was thinking yet again about that inspector. A few minutes later, she was startled with the clicking of boots.
Cosette hurried and hid behind a tree as she waited to see who would come. Then she saw him. It was Javert! He was observing the flowers. She came out of her hiding place and he saw her.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle" he spoke.

"Bonjour, Monsieur, can I help you?" she asked, cursing herself for sounding too eager.

"Do you live here?" He asked.

"Oui. Do you know me, Monsieur?"

"I'm afraid not, it's a shame. I passed by here everyday while doing my job and I haven't noticed the beauty that lives here"

She giggled at his words and blushed. By now, they were standing close to one another with the gate between them. Javert couldn't understand what he was doing. Why was he telling such things to such a lady? He certainly had no right to do so.

"I'm Cosette" she said, reaching her hand out to shake his.

"And I'm Javert" he took her hand and kissed it instead. Cosette was blushing furiously by then and Javert knew what he was doing was socially unacceptable and totally improper, yet he couldn't make himself care.
"Would you like to come in, Monsieur Javert? So you can see more of the garden. There's some flowers that are even more beautiful than the ones at the gate." She suggested.

"No, I need to get back to my duty." He replied and noticed her smile fall in disappointment, "Although, I could try to come tomorrow"

What am I thinking? Javert thought.

Cosette's spirit was greatly lifted, "Oh, then I'll be waiting, Monsieur."

"Alright. Good night, Mademoiselle"

"Good night, Monsieur"

With that, Javert was on his way to finish patrolling the other streets while Cosette went to sleep.

The next night, Cosette waited giddily on her bench in the garden. He said he would come. She really hoped he would, he seemed to be such a gentleman.

As she waited, Cosette noticed that it was late, even later than the time he passed by yesterday. Cosette's hope for him coming started to dwindle. What if he decided he didn't want to meet a girl like me? What if...

A million "what if"s were going through her head. She was so worried that she didn't hear the clicking of boots. She didn't notice Javert's arrival until he called.

"Mademoiselle Cosette, how are you doing today?" He asked gruffly.

Cosette rushed to the gate when she heard his voice.

"I'm good, Monsieur. How about you?"

"I'm good. Forgive me for being late, but I had to inspect all the other streets before I came here" he told her.

Cosette mentally sighed in relief.

"Oh, it's fine. Now, I believe that we agreed yesterday on you coming in to see the rest of the garden, right?" She asked, giving him a chance to back out.

"Yes" Javert replied before moving to the gate, allowing Cosette to open it for him.

Once he was inside, Javert looked around him. There was many different kinds of plants and flowers. He didn't really know the different names of them or anything really. Gardening wasn't something that he was interested in.

"I'm afraid I don't know anything about those different plants. I might need a teacher"

What was he doing?

"I think I already have one for you" Cosette blushed.

"And who could it be?"

"I don't think it's that hard to find out"

"Then shall we get started?" He asked, extending his arm for her to hold onto as they walked around the garden.

He didn't really care about the different flowers she had or how many fruits she grew in her garden, he was just content to let her explain all the different things she knew and see her expression change as she spoke. She was beautiful, he couldn't deny that. She was young and attractive and she had those amazing blue eyes. He caught himself staring at her but couldn't bring himself to stop, until she looked up at him and blushed deep red as she realized he was staring at her. He immediately diverted his eyes and looked back at the plant she had been describing.

"So, would you like to share this cake with me?" Javert asked, thinking he was the worst kind of rogue at that moment as he pulled out a chocolate cake from his coat.

"Um, alright. Let's go sit on the bench" Cosette blushed and pulled him by his arm to the bench she usually spent her time on.

He glanced at their entwined arms and smiled, it felt nice having her arm around his like that. It felt right.

"Tell me, Mademoiselle, about yourself. I would like to get to know you"

"Please, Inspector, call me Cosette"

"Only if you call me Javert" he replied.

"Alright, Javert. I'll tell you about myself, but in return, you have to tell me about yourself"

Javert chuckled lightheartedly.

And that's how their night was spent, each telling the other about themselves. Javert stayed until just before sunrise. He then left with the promise of coming back soon.