AN: I honestly didn't think I would start on another Inception fic for awhile but this idea came to me after watching the movie for about the seventh time. It is a sequel to I Know My Own Mind but you don't have to really read it to understand this one too much. Eames/Robert pairing, there may be more pairings later but I don't have any planned. If you have any ideas, feel free to throw them out there.


Eames heard a muffled, "Get up," come from the other side of the bed. It was muffled because currently Eames was holding a pillow over his head as he yawned and replied, "I don't wanna."

"Good lord, can you be anymore lazy," commented Robert with a laugh. The bed creaked slightly as he got up and began to get dressed.

They were currently at a cabin in Washington State at a ski resort. Snow covered every inch of the ground outside while inside, a fire burned in the fire place making the place nice and warm. Robert was dressed in gray sweat pants at the moment and a long sleeved, black t-shirt while Eames was still in his boxers and under a mountain of blankets and pillows.

"You'll have to get up eventually," remarked Robert with a smirk.

"No I don't now go make me breakfast," muttered Eames, obviously enjoying this.

Robert laughed at his remark and walked over to the little area that was the kitchen when a phone began to ring. Glancing back, it was obvious Eames wasn't going to get it, so he made his way to where it was coming from.

Picking it up, he answered, "Hello?" Robert listened to the reply on the other side and then said, "Oh, hold on a minute." Removing the phone from beside his ear he said, "Eames, it's Cobb. He said he needs to talk to you about something."

"Put it on speaker," Eames replied as he removed the pillow from over his head but stayed exactly where he was. Robert rolled his eyes but complied with his answer as he put the phone on speaker and set it on the dresser beside the bed.

"Eames?" came Cobb's voice.

"Hey Cobb," he replied. "What's up? You with your kids? How are they doing?"

"They're fine," replied Cobb, "but no, I'm not with them. I'm over in Washington D.C."

"D.C? Why are you there?"

"A job and I need your help," came Cobb's answer. He sounded almost apologetic as he said the words.

"Cobb," Eames sighed as he pushed himself up. "I don't do that kind of stuff anymore."

"Believe me, I wouldn't be asking this unless it was absolutely necessary but I need the best. I already have Arthur and Ariadne on their way."

"Cobb, what kind of job are you even going to try to pull? If it's inception I will not—"

"No, god no it's not inception," replied Cobb quickly as he interrupted Eames. "Actually, the job is completely legal."

"Legal? Who the hell are you working for?" asked Eames now surely confused.

"The U.S. government."

At this, even Robert had to turn around, his eyebrows shooting up at his words.

"First off, why would the U.S. government need your help and second, I would think they wouldn't like a foreigner helping you out."

"The job was given to me by the U.S. but several other countries are involved as well; the U.K, Germany, Japan, France," answered Cobb.

"So this is an international job? Why so many countries?"

"Well, there actually might be more countries that this is happening to but so far no one else has admitted it."

Eames was silent for a moment until he finally asked, "And what exactly is this that you speak of?"

"It's a serial killer."

"You want Eames to go after a serial killer?" asked Robert, finally not able to keep his mouth shut any longer. "That doesn't exactly sound like a normal job for you."

"Well, it's not a normal serial killer. The person has a Pasiv machine, probably stole it from someone."

"And he or she is using this to kill people? How?" asked Eames.

"The people that he's targeted disappear from anywhere between ten and twelve hours. Then they appear in some random place they shouldn't be, a car garage, hotel room, abandoned office. When they're found they are stark raving mad. Three people have died so far, two of those died in an insane asylum. The third, a woman, was in a building under construction. When people had finally found her it was to late; she had ripped out her eyes and died from blood loss."

Both Eames and Robert were completely silent, their minds flooded with the terrible images. Finally, Robert ended up being the one to speak. "Was there any connection between victims?"

"Not really. Their ages differ between twenty-one and seventy-four at the moment. All nationalities, both male and female, the only similarity is that they're rich. CEOs of big name companies, a few well known singers, some sons and daughters who inherited a fortune instead of creating it on their own."

Eames couldn't help but give a quick glance at Robert. He may not be in control of an enormous empire anymore but he most defiantly was probably richer than about ninety-percent of the people on the planet were.

"And why does the U.S. government want us?" asked Eames.

"They need someone to try to find any clues in the people's heads that have gone insane. Currently, they don't have any lead on who could be doing this."

"Why you though? Why not one of their own people?" Eames wondered.

"Because the man they sent into one of the person's heads, one of their dreams, when he came back out, he was just as insane as them," replied Cobb.