I apologise now for posting what one of my A03 reviewers was pleased to call "a paragraph" - since she/he did, I find myself strangely drawn to writing more multi-chapter 221B's...so here is my latest offering of that genre, I hope you enjoy :)

In the midnight darkness of the Place Jean-Paul ll a tall, dark haired man stepped out of the shadow of the great gothic edifice of Notre Dame de Paris. His sharp features were highlighted by the shaft of moonlight, stabbing its way between the clouds to catch him like a spotlight.

Pale skin and full cupids bow lips were near perfection, like a living statue, and he completed that impression by standing tall and still, his breath on the cool night air the only thing that moved.

At a slight scuffling sound he turned, the moonlight catching his silver grey eyes as he scanned the shadow at the side of the building.

"Who's there?" The voice was cultured, a deep resonant baritone, and it was greeted with a sharp intake of breath.

A heartbeat later the deep shadow shifted, and a shorter man stepped forward, his hair gleaming gold as he stepped up to share the other's light.

"What are you doing here?" the question was abrupt, rude even.

White teeth gleamed as a smile split the tanned, kindly face.

"I watch you, you know. Every night."

"That wasn't my question…."

"No? But I told you, I'm watching you."

"Every night you said, so tell me, what will I do now?"

"You'll cross the Pont au Double to the Left Bank."