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We'll Be a Dream

Chapter One

He had been researching their new mark when a beautiful woman swooped down in front of him, her face blocking his computer screen.

"Morning, Arthur!"

The point man smiled as his girlfriend placed a sweet kiss on his lips. "Morning, love…" he mumbled against her mouth.

Ariadne giggled and pulled away, moving behind him to place her head on his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

Arthur picked up the manila folder lying on his desk and showed it to her. Multiple photos of a handsome young man with dark, black hair were attached to it with paper clips, and the architect pulled off some of the images, studying them curiously. "Who's this? He's hot!"

"That's not something most guys want to hear their girlfriends say..."

Ariande laughed. "Aww, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way..."

" Yeah, yeah...His name is Emmett, Emmett Bonaparte. Born and raised on the outskirts of Toulouse, but now residing in the heart of Paris. Apparently, he's a wealthy business man with a wandering eye- it was his girlfriend, Elizabeth, who hired us. Said she wanted us to find out if he's cheating. Promised us a hundred grand in cash if we could do it."

Ariadne let out a low whistle, her eyebrows raised. "And she needed a fucking extraction team to do this? What ever happened to good old-fashioned private investigators or stalkers?"

"Why, are you suggesting we turn down the offer?" Arthur chuckled, twisting around to look at her. The young woman rolled her eyes.

"No, I just think that spending so much on such a simple, easy task seems a little frivolous. It's a shame that she'd waste all that money on herself when she could be out doing something good in the world, like…I dunno…saving the children in Africa dying of AIDS, or-or feeding the poor families in India…"

"…Did you stay up all night watching CNN again?"

"…Maybe." The point man shook his head in amusement, and Ariadne smacked him lightly. "I'm just saying that she should spend her money on something more important than this."

"Agreed," Arthur nodded. "But, you know what they say- 'I'll do anything for love'. Some people use money, like Elizabeth. Some people fake their own death, like Juliet. And some people invade other people's privacy by entering their dreams, like-"

"Okay, that was one fucking time, six months ago! And it's not like you don't enjoy the outcome of my invasion."

"That's true," Arthur smirked.

Ariadne stuck her tongue out at him and looked at the manila folder again. "So what kind of dream world do I built for this case?"

"Well," he answered, gesturing to the website loaded on his computer. "According to this interview, he's very partial to cathedrals and churches. He was very religious growing up, supposedly. His father was an ordained deacon."

"A church boy turned billionaire playboy? Didn't see that coming…"

"Yes, well, it's best not to judge a book by its cover. You should know that by now, love."

Ariadne shrugged her shoulders in agreement. "Okay, so his dream world needs to be a cathedral? Never built one of those before."

"I'm sure you'll be able to make one. And hey, if you want to practice, Yusuf stored some of his new sedative pills in that bottle on his desk."

The architect bit her lip thoughtfully. "Good idea," Giving the folder back to Arthur, she walked over to the chemist's workstation and picked up the small, white bottle full of pills. After taking a capsule out of the container, she headed towards the arrangement of chairs the team used for practice runs, a familiar metal suitcase sitting on a table in the middle of the seats.

Ariadne opened the case and pulled out a wire, gingerly placing it on her wrist. She sat down on a nearby armchair and popped the sedative into her mouth. Her body started to relax immediately and she struggled to keep her eyes open.

"G'night, Arthur…"

She barely heard him say "Sweet dreams…" before slipping into unconsciousness.

Arthur couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her sleeping form. Only five minutes had passed, and she was already snoring softly, her mouth slightly open. Ariadne's loose, brown hair fanned around her face like a mane, and her body had curled up into a fetal position, head lying on her clasped hands. She was just too damn adorable for words.

A faint beep tore his eyes away from his girlfriend's face, settling on the metal briefcase she was hooked up to. A red light on the device was flashing and a single wire was dangling off the table.

'Ariadne must have pulled it out of its safety holder accidentally…' With a sigh, the point man stood up and walked towards the case, intent on fixing the problem. He grabbed the wire and was about to place it back into its position, when an idea struck.

He knew he wouldn't get in trouble- he could always say that he was running some tests. He knew he could use the extraction equipment for personal missions- he built the damn thing, so he must hold some kind of ownership on it. He knew that Ariadne would be furious once they woke up.

But Arthur didn't care. She did it to him; he was only returning the favor.

After running over to Yusuf's desk and grabbing a sedative, he raced back to the suitcase and taped the wire to his arm. Arthur settled into the lawn chair beside Ariadne and swallowed the pill, feeling the capsule slide down his throat.

He sighed and leaned back in his seat, his eyes fluttering to a close.

Leave a review! What do you think Ariadne's dreaming about? Will Arthur like it? Will someone else enter the dream, too?

Now, here's the bad news- I won't be able to update for a while (I'm going on vacation tomorrow until late Saturday, and school starts on Monday *gag*), but I promise to post the second chapter ASAP. Hopefully I'll have it up by next Thursday?

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