A/N okay! First off- I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION OR NATIONAL TREASURE! I just really love both movies. So ya! I'm sure I'll have another note. But for now- enjoy! Please comment!

The early glints of light leaked through the curtains. Dimly falling on Arthur's unconscious body. He winced slightly in his sleep before Turing over and relaxing again.

He was finally comfortable until his cell phone rang out, causing him to immediately jump up and take a fighting stance. Realizing it was his phone he groaned and grabbed it off the night stand.

He didn't recognize the number, but the area code was Paris. He was positive. He answered and brought the phone to his ear quickly. "Ariadne?"

"Jesus Christ Arthur, desperate are we?" Arthur frowned, his blood began to boil.

"What the hell do you want Eames? It's 7 a.m.." Despite his raging temperature, his words came out like ice.

"Well it isn't here in Paris." Silence. "In Ariadne's apartment." Silence. "In her bedroom."

"Ass hole." Scoffed Arthur.

"Thank you, darling."

"You're not welcome."

"Oh, not you love. Ariadne dear was just giving me a quick back rub."

"Why did you call?" It came out more like a command than a question.

"Relax. I'm in the warehouse right now. I received an interesting call today. You might be curious."

"Go on."

"A man called me requesting an extraction." He waited for a response. None came so he continued. "His name is Mr. Howe, and it seems he pays very well. Of course we won't know for sure until you research-"

"Cobb won't do it. So no thank you." He interrupted Eames.

"We don't need Cobb. I'm a bloody fine extractor, not to mention a fucking brilliant forger!"

"You're a good thief, sure. That doesn't Make you a good extractor."

"Look, Arthur. Just- I need this job." He sounded some what desperate for Arthur's help.

Arthur sighed into his hand before bringing it up, combing back his hair. "Not unless Dom agrees to help."

"For fucks sake Arthur! He won't leave his kids for another job!"

"exactly!"

"Damn it, Arthur! I need the money!"

"What happened to all the money from the Ficsher job?" He was a bit amused with Eames's frustration.

"I- Lost a few gambles." He admitted weakly. God how he hated being judged by Mr. Perfect. He waited for Arthur to laugh, nothing came. Was he messing with him?

"I'll talk to Cobb." The line went dead. But Eames held the phone to his ear. Was the point man actually Trying to help him?

His thoughts were cut short. "Eames?" He looked up to see Ariadne walking in. "I thought I might find you here." She smiled warmly.

He returned the gesture. "Was just finishing up some business."

"Will Arthur do it? Is he coming." Eames couldn't help but smirk at the obvious hope in her voice.

"He will if Cobb does the extraction." She quickly frowned.

"That's what I thought I heard. Cobb won't, will he?" Eames let out a small chuckle.

"Let's not get too doubtful yet love." She loomed her head down, slightly nodding in acceptance.

"Would you like to go out for dinner?" She suddenly asked, seeming much more perkier.

"Well I don't see why not, my treat." He couldn't say no to a lady. Even when his money was slipping through his fingers.

"Oh and by the way Eames?" She said as she accepted his out stretched arm.

"Hm?" He inquired, walking towards the exit.

"Do you fantasize about being in my bedroom often?" He stopped dead, she just continued walking, smiling accordingly.

A/N ya so I have about nine chapters gone. So I'll put more on tonight or tomorrow.