Chapter 2

"A dream walker," Dom said indifferently. "They don't exist Arthur, no one can do what we do without the machine."

"Some people can Dom, for whatever reason they can do it," Arthur replied. "I'd wager she doesn't even have to be asleep. She just does it."

"We need to find her."

"How do you suggest we do that," Arthur asked.

"We're going to need help," Dom said before pulling out his cell phone. "Eames, I need your help with something. You interested in a job?"

Arthur raised his eyebrows at Dom. What could the Forger do? How was he going to help them track the girl down?

"I can't tell you about it over the phone, we're in Paris as usual," Dom said meeting Arthur's gaze. He shrugged slightly and cocked his head to the side as the door opened behind Arthur.

"Well that's convenient darlings, I was in the mood for a stroll down memory lane and here we all are," Eames called as he snapped his phone shut. "How are you Arthur? Keeping yourself out of trouble?"

"I do what I can Eames I'm not nearly as… adventurous as you are though," Arthur commented as he took in Eames' appearance.

"Well, one of us as to dress like a modern man instead of schoolboy Arthur," Eames replied with a smug smile. "What can I do for you chaps? Please tell me it's not another inception."

"Not quite," Arthur said lowly.

Dom shot him a look before explaining their situation. "We were just in a dream, but we ran into someone else there," Dom explained.

"Someone else," Eames asked.

"A dream walker," Arthur replied.

"Interesting, you're sure," Eames asked.

"I've never seen her before, I would remember someone like that. There was something about her, she's not the type of person you forget. She said people were paying her a lot of money to keep tabs on us," Dom explained.

"Have you ever seen her before Arthur," Eames asked. Arthur shook his head in response. "What did she look like?"

"She was young, mid-twenties maybe, wore jeans, a blazer, and a fedora. I think her hair was red, but most of it was under the hat," Dom explained.

"Her eyes," Eames asked.

Dom looked at Arthur for the answer. "Blue, incredibly blue," Arthur said avoiding the gaze of his partners.

"Did she have anything with her? A totem of some sort?"

"She was reading a book," Dom replied.

"The Great Gatsby," Arthur supplied. "Any idea who she is?"

Eames sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair. "I can do one better than that loves, would you like to meet her?" With that he reopened his cell and dialed a number. "Isabella, darling how are you?"

Eames nodded as he listened to the response. He rolled his eyes at one of her statements before plowing on. "I'm calling for a reason love, I'm in Paris, and it made me think of you. I simply had to call my little sister for a chat," Eames said subtle sarcasm dripping off every word. "You're in Paris too, how convenient, are you free for dinner?"

Dom and Arthur exchanged glances before looking back at Eames. He was related to a dream walker and failed to mention it to the team? That was crucial information.

"Why don't you meet me darling," Eames said smoothly before providing her with the address to the large flat they were currently in. "See you then love."

"You know a dream walker," Dom asked sharply. "You didn't think that was something we should know?"

"She'll be here at 6," Eames said with a shrug. "She's family, I wasn't going to let her be used for her talent."

"Talent," Dom said incredulously. "She's not traipsing through your dreams Eames. She broke into my mind and I for one want to know how she did it!"

"Dom," Arthur said calmly holding out a hand to get him to back off. "Eames had his reasons to not tell us, until now she wasn't a problem."

"She's still not a problem," Eames said easily.

"She's keeping tabs on us," Dom shouted angrily. He pulled his totem out of his pocket and began to spin it on the nearest table. "She's spying on us, either she joins us or…"

"Or what Dom," Arthur asked turning to look at him.

"We deal with her."

"Deal with who," another voice asked. In the midst of the argument Ariadne had entered unnoticed.

"Hello love," Eames said jovially wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "It's been ages!"

She laughed softly as she hugged him back. "It's only been 6 months Eames," she pointed out with a smile. "Who are we dealing with?"

They all exchanged glances. They preferred to keep Ariadne out of the more troublesome areas of the job. This was one area they didn't want her involved in anyway.

"Arthur's new girl, she's dreadful love," Eames said cheerfully.

Ariadne raised her eyebrows, trying to hide the look of betrayal that flashed across her face. She had thought that there was something between herself and Arthur. Apparently she was wrong. "I'm sure she's lovely," she said with a forced smile.

Dom stared at her in confusion before admitting the truth. "She's not Arthur's new girl, we are dealing with a dream walker. It would be best if you lay low for a couple of days until we get this sorted out."

"What's a dream walker," she asked.

"They can do what we do, without the machines and other tools, somehow they manage to just appear in your dream undetected," Arthur explained.

"But this one revealed herself to us," Dom said angrily, "we are going to deal with it tonight."

"You've already located her?"

"She's in Paris," Dom said quickly.

"You fail to mention that she is my sister," Eames said snidely.

Ariadne's eyebrows shot up at his statement. "Your sister? You didn't think to share that information with the rest of us?"

"That's what we want to know," Dom replied.

"He has his reasons," Arthur said defending Eames, which was also surprising.

"Thank you Arthur, not that I need your support, but thank you. Yes I had my reasons. It's not something one likes to advertise if you catch my drift. I wouldn't be surprised if she is tailing the two of you under duress."

"It's a possibility," Arthur replied.

"I don't care why she is doing it! I want to know who she is working for and how we can keep her out," Dom shouted.

"You can't," Eames answered. "There is no way to keep her out once she's been in your mind."

Dom began spinning his top again staring at it as he weighed their options. "What if we chose to take her in with us? Can she get out if she's sedated like the rest of us?"

Eames chose his words carefully. "She can't get out if she's under, her mind won't cooperate with her."

"Then we put her under once she gets here and we find out what this is all about," Dom said decisively.

"Why do we have to put her under? Wouldn't a conversation suffice," Arthur asked.

"I don't think she'll be cooperative," Eames said simply. "You should leave love." He looked at Ariadne briefly before moving to sit down. "You won't want to see this, it could get ugly."

"She's your sister, you're not going to hurt her are you?"

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Eames replied.