DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE INCEPTION CHRISTOPHER NOLAN DOES! NOT ME… I AM JUST WRITING A FAN FIC!

Ok so second I have been working really hard on this. The second chapter will probably be updated tomorrow if not tonight so stay tuned. This first chapter is blah I was running off an idea I got a while ago. There is a story line besides the Ariadne and Arthur thing I promise I just have to get past the first to chapters to explain things. Oh and Nash is the guy in the beginning of the movie, the other architect remember? Well anyways hope you enjoy! Please review so I can help make the story more enjoyable!

ARTHUR'S POINT OF VIEW

"Good work. Thank you for this," John said handing them each their checks. Arthur nodded taking the envelope in his hands. He tucked it away into his jacket pocket, "It was simple."

"Come on, let's get out of here," Jacob said looking over his shoulder. Red followed them, "We should probably go give Abbey her money."

"Ok, fine. Then we'll head to the bar. Drinks on me!" Jacob insisted. The two others laughed in agreement. For some reason more and more extractors seemed to be leaving their field of work and it was harder and harder to come across a skilled one. It was better for the team however, since it meant that there was more money in it. And with the background like Arthur had, it was almost impossible to not get paid a fortune by the rich clients. Inception. Ever since the job, he had been considered the best point man in the business, despite the small fact of the sub security issue, he was the greatest and no one could deny it. Arthur smiled and gave a quick nod before turning to leave. They all headed down the long hallway that led out to the street.

"I'll just call her and say to meet us there," Red said pointedly. Jacob nodded and thrust open the doors of the building. The sounds of New York City rushed around them. What a beautiful sound. People cursing out their windows, cars honking and the sight of lights all around, pleasuring all the senses.

"Get a move on there Arthur!" Jacob insisted, shaking him from his bewilderment.

"Let's just get to a bar." He said exhaustion sweeping over him. It was a great job. Extremely simple, well everything was, now that he had completed Inception. Simple two layer job, with extraction, no sub security. The three men headed down the sidewalk, extracting a few strange looks. They couldn't blame people, they were in business suits and everyone was wearing heavy jackets as they breathed in the cold brisk air. It was predicted to snow and they looked extremely out of place.

"Here we are!" Jacob called pulling the others in the first bar they came across. As they stepped inside they saw a crowd at the bar, as there would be anywhere. It was obviously happy hour. Arthur rolled his eyes, could someone really be so desperate that they would sink so low to come to a bar to pick up someone.

"Hello there ladies!" Red smoothed his black hair back. He shimmied into the mess of people and began to mingle with people Arthur was sure that he had never met before. Maybe he was the answer to my question, there were such desperate people. Jacob and Arthur sat down at one of the tables. A tall skinny waitress came over. She pursed her lip glossed lips and smirked, "What can I get you boys?"

"A tonic and gin for me please," Jacob said leaning back in his chair.

"I'll have a Manhattan." Arthur said coldly. Red came over and took a seat, he looked like he was already drunk, even though he hadn't even had his first round, "Surprise me darling." He brushed up beside her. With disgust she rolled her eyes, "I'll get that to you in a moment," she looked over towards Arthur, "Stay there honey."

With indifference he looked up at the TV, which was playing a poker game.

"Wow Arthur way to blow that chick off!" Jacob said.

"Oh don't mind him." A new voice said over the noise. They all turned. Abigail stood there, her bright red hair was straight and she wore dark make up. "Congratulations boys. A job well done drink?"

"You read my mind," Jacob laughed as he pointed to the one extra seat. She put her purse on the table and stepped up onto the tall chair.

"So what's going on pretty lady?" Red said, his blue eyes narrowed as they looked towards Abbey. She raised one eyebrow, "Wonderful Red, your drunk." Jacob laughed as he shook his head. Arthur kept his eyes on the TV.

"Whatsamatter Arthur ol buddy ol pal?" Red slurred his words as he put a hand on Arthur's shoulder. Arthur frowned and quickly shoving it away. He didn't really feel like talking. Sure, he was glad they completed the job, and he wasn't gonna say no to a drink but he didn't feel like talking much. All he wanted to do was get back to the hotel so that way he could pack and start looking for the next job.

"He's just angry because that waitress was flirting with him." Abbey teased. He glared at her for a moment but went back to follow the game.

"Why is that? She was smoking fish!" Red involuntarily rolled his eyes.

"Because!" Abbey said looking to Jacob as if he asked it, "Arthur is still hung up on his little girlfriend that's still in Pari!

"Arthur you have a girlfriend?" Jacob asked leaning forwards. Arthur was finally pulled to the conversation, "No, Abigail, we broke up months ago."

"Then what is the problem?" Red asked, for a moment sounding like he wasn't drunk. Arthur closed his eyes. A picture of her came to his mind. He could see her wavy brown hair framing her perfect porcelain face. He knew that he was going to have to tell the whole story.

"I met her during a job. She was our architect. First job she ever had, an architect. It was our Inception job and…"

"Oh no more stories about this please!" Red said holding up his hand. The others waited intently for him to finish. Abbey's green eyes didn't waver for a moment.

"And there isn't that much to say. After that we went out a few times but… well I was called away on a job and she had to return to school. We were technically together but we never saw each other. We felt like we barely knew each other so we… broke up." Arthur said quietly. The Barbie doll waitress came back over with the drinks and put them down on the table in front of the men.

"Sorry would you like something?" she asked, obviously annoyed a woman had shown up.

"Ah yes just give me a martini." Abbey said. She was obviously more naturally beautiful than the waitress. She snorted and walked away. Jacob stifled a laugh.

"You never went back for her?" Red asked taking a sip of a plain glass of bear.

"That's what I said," Abbey answered fiercely.

"It would have ended up the same way," Arthur shook his head, suddenly not wanting his drink. They sat there for a few moments. No one said a word. The only noise was the talking of the people and shouting of waitresses as they called to the bartender.

"I have to go." Arthur got up quickly.

"Where?" They all asked in unison.

"I have a flight that takes off tomorrow morning. I can't afford to miss it." He lied. "Stay in touch." With that he left the bar. Back out on the streets he hurried towards the hotel. He hated that, that one small flirtatious look made him want to leave his friends. Sure he had thought about her every once in a while and sure he wished they were still together but it lately it seemed to be getting worse and worse. He wanted to be with her, to see her, to kiss her again. Just one more chance to be together again, that's all he wanted.

Bring! Bring!

"Hello?" he pulled the phone to his ear before he could check out who it was. He walked through the lobby of the hotel and straight into the elevator. There was silence over the phone.

"Hello?" he repeated, closing the door and pressing the seventh floor button.

"Arthur," her soft voice came over clear. He straightened up, looking at the mirrored walls.

"Ariadne?" he wavered.

"Are you up for a job?"