The last time I dreamed, it was of my family back in our old house in the country. We were happy in my dream, not having a worry or care in the world.

If only dreams were a reality.

My name is Georgina Vespsy, but I'm called Georgie for short. I not in the typical line of work, more of a con woman you could say. It wasn't that I was desperate for a job so I needed to mess with people, I was just interested in the job description is all. My parents would of hated the thought, if they were alive to see me do this. I had no siblings and no other family, all until I joined a team of thieves and geniuses. LIke I said, my job description is a bit hard to understand,

I'm a forger, a good one at that. It's a trade that's not normally talked about with other people, like being a cop or a firemen. This job was under the radar, more or else a illegal job to have. But it was good pay, and non the less it was something to get my hands dirty with. I was a forger in a twisted but dangerous trade: Extraction.

Some people in this trade "Extract" information from a person's dream, taking out whatever information they need that they wouldn't be able to get in reality. I have a different job on the other hand: While in a person's dream, I can change my appearance at will. This helps when I want the person dreaming to do something or say something that we might need, almost like manipulation. I learned how to be a forger from a older forger named Adam Caulfield. He was in his late fifties when he spotted me, a young seventeen year old with high ambitions the top of my class. After some years of training under his watchful eye, I was recruited by Dominic Cobb.

I became one of his forgers on his team, a small group of thieves and cons all entering people's dreams for information and later or money. Cobb was the top Extractor, knowing the ins and outs of dreams vs. reality. HIs right hand was Arthur, the Point Man who had to know everything about the person we were after. Then they had Nash who was the architect, able to create the worlds in the dreams. And Lastly was myself and Eames, the two forgers.

Being the only female in the group it was hard for me to get a word into their plans, only for the first couple of weeks. I proved myself after the second job, being able to trick the victim in one slick move. Cobbs was impressed, Eames gave me a light slap on the back and Nash stayed quiet mostly. Arthur seemed impressed, though he was quiet and kept to himself mostly. After that one job I had more say in how to handle a victim, knowing how to mold myself to another being and work my magic. Also I had to earn the right to fight on my own, since they were a bit protective of me on a count of me being the only female on the team. It was hard to break them off of me, especially Arthur.

Arthur already caught my eye from the beginning, how he was so serious and so determined about every job we had. And to make it worse he was handsome, something I never thought would encounter when I joined the team. But he was always so serious about the job, it was a rare thing to see him smile when I first saw him. Although my first impression of him, the serious and coldness of him, disappeared quickly when I encountered my first death within my dream.

I woke up shaking and gasping for air. In the dream one of the subconscious figures shot me in the chest after they found me and I woke up in a jolt. We were in a old warehouse we were using for the job I was going to do first. Cobbs wanted me to do a test run to get the hang of it. BUt the impact of the shot freaked me out, having me wake up and hyperventilating.

My eyes were so wide and filled with fear and confusion as Arthur saw me from sitting close to the device I was strapped to, along with Cobbs who was still asleep. He rushed over to me as I was hyperventilating loudly, my fingers shaking and my chest moving in a rapid pace. He grabbed my hand that was close to him, having me feel how warm his hand was.

"Hey, calm down. You're okay, you're okay." he said to me over and over again in his normal tone of voice, but I was still having a hard time breathing, and it almost resulted into a panic attack. I could feel the panic attack coming closer and closer into my chest and it was going to get bad.

"Georgie." He said to me in a softer tone, having me look over at him from my spot on the lounge chair I was placed in. His eyes were on me, and both of his hand were holding my own. Just looking in his eyes alone I felt my panic attack slowing moving away, and I started to calm down little by little. He wrapped a arm around my shoulders to ease me back down on the chair slowly.

"Breathe, Georgie. Keep breathing." He said to me in his softer tone, his eyes never leaving mine as he took the tube off of me without me noticing it. I breathed in and out slowly, feeling better second by second. I then breathed out one last time before relaxing in the chair once again. I looked over at Cobbs, who was stirring in his chair as I looked back at Arthur. He gave me a small smile, something I never saw him do ever.

"I'm sorry." I said in a gasp, "I should of watched out for that projection coming towards me-"

"It was your first simulation, don't worry about it. You'll be watching out for those in no time, just keep breathing. You need water?" He asked me. But before I could answer him, he got up from the lounge chair and back over to one of his infamous desks with his information all over the top. He came back with a water bottle and handed it to me. I drank some of it down, still shaking a bit as he sat on the lounge chair next to me.

"It felt so real." I said aloud in a shocked tone, seeing a small smile on his lips as he nodded his head.

"You still feel pain while dreaming, it's just when you're killed when you wake up. Think of it as your won personal kick." He explained to me as I took another drink from the bottle. We both looked over to see Cobbs waking up completely and taking out the tube from his arm.

"She needs more practice." Cobbs said aloud, having me feel a sting of guilt got through my chest. I stayed silent in my lounge chair as Cobbs got up from his chair and walked over to the desk.

"We'll try again in a hour." He said over his shoulder, having me panic. Was I ready to go back in, after what happened to me, in one hour? My voice was gone as I tried to tell him I wanted more time to readjust.

"GIve her the rest of the night off, Cobbs. She almost had a panic attack, let her try again tomorrow." I heard next to me and I looked, seeing Arthur look over at Cobbs with his traditional cold stare and jaw clenched. Cobbs looked back over at me then at Arthur, who stayed serious and still.

"Fine, tomorrow morning we're going back." He said and walked over to the bathroom, slamming it shut. I sighed in relief and rubbed my wavy hair in my fingers as Arthur looked back at me.

"Thanks for that." I said to him as he placed his elbows on his knees. He nodded his head as I finished the water bottle in a eager state. I was still trying to figure out what just happened in the dream world, thinking of what I did wrong.

"What did have you do in there anyways?" He asked me in wonder.

"He wanted me to change into another team member, just in case we were in a emergency situation." I explained to him, seeing him nod his head again.

"Who did he want you to change into?" he asked me, sounded a bit curious and also professional.

"Well at first Eames., then you." I replied to him, seeing him nod once more. I sighed and sat up from the lounge chair. He looked back at me, obviously seeing how I was giving him a look of curiosity and annoyance.

"What?" He asked me, totally not getting my gentle hint in my eyes and face.

"Do you do anything else than nod your head?" I asked him in wonder. He was silent for a moment or two, I could tell he was really thinking about, that or thinking how weird I was for asking him that question. he then broke out into a small smile on his face, making me smile too. Hey I couldn't help but, to see the guy smile was a rare occasion.

"See, smiling is a good thing. You look like you're going to kill somebody." I said to him as I got up from the lounge chair completely. He stood up as well, giving me another small smile.

"I'm just not used to having someone pretty young on the team is all." he replied to me in a small shrug. I raised a eyebrow at him in retaliation.

"I resent that, I'm only 23 and you're what 27?" I asked him as we both walked over to one of his desks. This desks had paperwork piled up everywhere but in the middle were there was a small circle of nothing but the top of the table.

"Oh you're too funny." He replied as he sat down at the desk, looking at some of the papers and I looked as well. They were too complex for me, how he handled them and placed them in piles and sorts.

"So, how long have you been doing this?" I asked him in curiosity.

"Doing what?" He asked, not moving his head as he scanned some papers in his hands, obviously back to his work.

"Well, this." I replied, seeing him looking up at me as I gestured to the papers, the warehouse and everything else around us. He stopped moving and leaned back in his chair, taken back by my question.

"Oh, well some time really. About five years I guess." He replied in a normal tone this time, almost as if he was surprised. He then looked back at me.

"How long have you been a forger?" He asked me, having me look at the ground for a second and back at him.

"Since I was around 17." I replied back to him, seeing how taken back he was from my answer.

"What were you bored with the typical teenage life?" He asked me in a joking like tone. I smiled and shrugged.

"I'm not a normal person I guess." I replied back to him, seeing a genuine smile on his face again. HIs smiles were slowly becoming my favorite thing about him. He cocked his head to the side just slightly and I tried very hard to hide the blush on my face.

"No you're not." And that was the start of a beautiful relationship between a Forger and a Point Man.