A/N: Hello, and welcome to Faith and Trust. I decided to write this story after watching Musketeers (Which I adore!) and I really wanted to put my OC into the story. I hope you enjoy it! Reviews are very welcome, I try to answer back to everyone.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC

Paris-1632

The streets were tightly packed, almost claustrophobic. Bodies melted together, sweat and perfume milling in the air creating a unique scent. Stallholders yelled, attempting to attract someone other than the regulars. The smell of freshly baked goods, smoke and animals filled the air; some smelling stronger than others. Every so often she could hear the yell of 'thief!' and the crowd of people parted to let the poor soul through. Clinking purses and the low hum of chatter acted as background noise for the ever increasing shouts of the stall holders and animal noises. 16-year-old Elizabeth Beckett (Or Ellie) pushed her way through the crowds, one hand on her sword. She had wavy, short blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a navy shirt and skirt, and a burgundy corset with embroidered flowers. Her eyes shown with excitement and happiness. Most ladies of Elizabeth's age and nobility would spend their time learning how to sew and be the perfect wife, but Elizabeth was an exception. She knew how to fight, but yet she was the perfect lady. The King and Queen were extremely fond of her, how that had happened even she didn't know. As she pushed her way through the ever increasing crowds of market day, she started to ponder whether she would still be a thief; had Treville not found her when he did. She quickly pushed the thought away, not wanting to dwell on the past.

As she turned a corner, away from the crowds she let out a breath that she had unintentionally been holding. She hated market day. Walking down the near bare street, she stopped short as a sword and hat fell at her feet. Recognising the hat, she looked up and saw Aramis hanging onto the window ledge. Struggling to contain her laughter, Elizabeth picked up the hat.

'I think you dropped something, monsieur!' She called, waving the hat at Aramis who sighed. Elizabeth giggled, fiddling with the feather. A deep chuckle joined her giggling as Porthos and Athos walked towards them, causing Aramis to sigh and hang his head. He let go of the window ledge and fell to the ground in a heap. He groaned, as Athos helped him up off of the ground and dusted off his jacket. Elizabeth placed the hat back on top of Aramis' head and smiled at him 'The Cardinal's mistress? Shame on you, Aramis!' She tutted, before picking up his sword and throwing it at him. He caught it, smiling at her; his eyes twinkling.

'I know, Ellie.' He replied putting an arm around her shoulders as they started walking. She smiled up at him, holding onto the hand over her shoulder. 'But it wouldn't be me if I didn't try?' He teased, causing Ellie to smack him in the stomach.

'Are you trying to stress me out?' She asked turning around to face him and walking backwards.

'No.' Aramis replied, taking his hat off and rubbing his neck. Ellie smirked, turning back around and walking next to Athos. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, fiddling with her gold pendant which hung around her neck. It was a rather warm day, but Ellie knew that Winter would soon be on them. The sun slowly disappeared behind a cloud, leaving the street rather dark and windy. Without the sunshine heat beating down on them, it was quite cold. As they turned the corner to the Garrisons, there were more signs that winter was coming. There was a fog hanging over the rooftops, making them invisible. The mud in the stables was soft and squelch; the kind that is easy to get stuck in. Ellie made her way over to the bench and sat down on it placing her head in her hands. She groaned as Aramis sat down next to her and grabbed a piece of bread.

'What's wrong Ells?' He asked, leaning in towards her. Ellie lifted her head up, looking at Aramis through a curtain of hair.

'Tired.' Ellie replied placing her head back down on the table. Aramis chuckled as she closed her eyes, attempting a nap.

'Ok.' Aramis announced, clearing his throat. Ellie looked up at him, sitting up properly. 'Why not Adele?' he asked.

'Oh, I don't know. Let's think.' Athos retorted sarcastically, glaring at Aramis as he pushed himself off of the wall.

'Because she's the mistress of the most powerful man in France?' Ellie asked, picking a piece of bread off of the plate.

'Gentleman.' Ellie coughed, glaring at Aramis. 'And lady.' He added slowly, causing Porthos to chuckle. 'I love her!' He opened his arms wide and Ellie rolled her eyes.

'Or you love stealing what belongs to the cardinal.' She told him. She smiled up at him, trying not to laugh at his face. Suddenly there were footsteps on the balcony above them, Ellie looked up and saw Treville standing there.

'You four, my office. Now.' He ordered, before disappearing back into the shadows.

'He doesn't look happy.' Porthos mentioned as the climbed the stairs.

'When is he ever happy?' Ellie asked turning her head to look at the man behind her, who grunted in agreement. The four of them walked into Treville's office, who was sitting at his desk waiting for them.

'I've had complaints. An allegation you've been duelling with the Cardinal's Red Guards.' He told them, standing up and bracing his hands against his desk. 'Is it true?' He asked.

'Let me think…no. Because that would be illegal.' Athos replied. Ellie snorted, and Porthos whacked her on the arm. Treville glared at her before continuing.

'I can't protect you from the Cardinal if you keep fighting his men.' Treville summed up. Ellie shifted her weight from on foot to the other, feeling rather awkward. 'Captain Cornet and his troop are missing. I need you to find out where they are.' Ellie looked up at Treville.

'I thought you sent him to Chartres?' She asked. Treville sighed.

'I did. He should have been back yesterday. There's been no word.' Ellie looked at Athos, who looked just as worried as her, even if his face didn't show it.

'Well, what was he doing there?' Porthos asked. Treville hesitated, shifting his weight around, debating what to tell them.

'He was carrying a number of…confidential items to an important meeting at the monastery.' He looked

up at them, and saw Ellie about to ask another question 'Don't bother asking me any more questions because I can't answer them.' Ellie shut her mouth, letting the information sink in. 'He was engaged in the King's work, that is all I can say.' Treville straightened up. 'Just get yourselves to Chartres and find out's what happened.'

Ellie stroked her horse's muzzle, for Porthos to come back from seeing the Abbot. Her cloak was wrapped tightly around her, for the autumn warmth had broken, making way for the winter chill. She turned around as the sound of leaves crunching under foot got louder. Porthos walked towards them, his breath turning to mist in the air.

'He waited all night for Cornet and his men. They never appeared.' Porthos told them, as he stopped in front of them.

'Well, a troop of musketeers can't just vanish into thin air.' Aramis replied, leaning forward on his horse.

'The Abbot was also told to expect a Spanish Envoy.' Porthos continued.

'Treville never mentioned anything about a Spanish Envoy.' Ellie said, holding onto her horse's reins.

'It doesn't matter.' Porthos replied. Ellie looked at him with a questionable gaze. 'He didn't appear either.'

'Cornet is a fine soldier.' Athos put in. 'If he's gone missing, there's a good reason.' Athos finished as he mounted his horse.

'Or a bad one…' Ellie retorted, mounting her horse.