Hello! This story is definitely here because I have been binge watching Criminal Minds for FAR too long. This story has a very serious tone to it and goes into some very serious themes such as rape and human trafficking. Please bear with me through this, it was interesting to write and the themes are definitely not something we will ever see in the show. But it is a thing that is happening in Paris, London, New York, EVERYWHERE!

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked down the busy roads of Grenelle. To the north he could see the Eiffel Tower looming above him. It stood as a constant reminder of a time he could never return to. Her smiling face as she wrapped her arms around him. His father laughing at the faces she made as he tried to take a good picture of the two of them in front of the tower. How he wished it could be that simple. But it did not matter anymore. He had just received a phone call from one of his coworkers that their latest shipment had been stolen. Yet another man who worked for him had been, for lack of a better word, fired for his incompetence in the whole matter. He had allowed the merchandise to be stolen, invited the thieves in, in fact. He kicked a discarded coffee cup toward a trash can as he fumed. The seething bitterness over the whole matter made his insides boil. Where was he going to get merchandise like that again?

They were too perfect. They were sold for a handsome price and were about to be shipped to their buyer. He had to return the money. Almost 50,000 Euros a piece for them, not to mention all the money put into this product. They were so genuine and perfect. Someone might even think they were real. And the fact that he had lost them made his insides turn in disgust.

"I can help you get your product back," a voice echoed in his mind.

"What?" he called out as he looked around him, trying to find the man engaging in a conversation that, honestly, was none of his business.

"All you have to do is help me get some products that are mine."

The man instinctively slid between some buildings and looked up and down the alley. "Who are you?"

"My name is Papillion, I will help you if you can help me in return. You see, there are a couple of jewelry pieces that were stolen from me, much like your products, whatever they were, were stolen from you. I'll give you the power to take them back; all I need is for you to get Chat Noir and Ladybug's jewelry."

"Chat Noir and Ladybug," the man said with an evil grin. "Well why didn't you say so?"

He felt his body being wrapped in darkness. When he looked at himself he was dressed in ridiculous outfit with a crazy mask. His insides lurched at the thought of being so flamboyant.

"Boss man," he said with a laugh, "You have quite the fashion sense, but all I need from you is a little info on where Chat Noir and Ladybug could be."

"Oh?" Papillion sounded impressed, "Very well. All I really know is that the two of them are connected to the school closest to the Eiffel Tower."

"Say no more, Boss Man," the man said holding up his hands and grinning, "That's all I need. So if you could, can I have my own clothes back?"

The darkness disappeared from him once more, but the voice inside his head remained, "When you get their Miraculous, leave them someplace for me to find, I will collect them later."

"You got it, Boss Man," the man said turning to leave the alley, a new goal in mind.