Things are starting to get serious now... What does this man have in mind? Will he ever use the powers he has been offered?

Marinette walked down the steps of her school and toward her home. She had said her farewells to Alya and planned to spend the rest of her day working on a design she had come up with earlier that day. She was incredibly excited and was staring at the sketches she had made as she walked around the corner of the school.

In an instant she felt a large hand cover her face with a rag. She stopped breathing and began to scratch at the hand while using all her energy trying to beat the body away. The body remained silent and overpowering. She screamed into the rag and inhaled for a second try. That was when everything slowed down. The smell from the rag was foreign, but she knew that she was in serious trouble if she lost consciousness. She continued to struggle weakly against the man as she saw a large vehicle pull up to the side of the road. Her eyes fluttered desperately as she felt herself being lifted into the car. There were muffled sounds all around her as her vision grew darker.

The man slammed the van door shut and looked around. Not a soul in sight. He heard the voices of the other students beginning to leave the school and come toward the corner. He slammed his hand against the side of the van and it drove away without him. He had gotten really lucky.

She felt the car shift into gear and begin to drive off. Her kwami was moving in her bag lodged between the curve of her hip and the hard surface of the vehicle. Then everything went dark.

"What are you doing?" the voice asked him rather frantically.

"Relax, Boss Man," he said coolly, "I'm doing what you asked."

"You just kidnapped that girl!" his voice was dark and angry. "That was NOT what I asked of you."

"I'm well aware, Boss Man," he chuckled as he scanned the boys leaving the school. "But you did say you would help me get my products back." His eyes fell on a boy with bright blond hair and green eyes. That was the one he wanted. But he got into a limousine with a large man holding the door for him. He was perfect, but he was guarded. He'd have to either find someone else, or catch him at just the right moment.

Papillion stood amongst his butterflies in shock. His grip on his staff tightened as his vision merged between the room around him and the sight of the man staring at Adrien for far too long. This had been a mistake.

"What's the problem, Boss Man?" the man spoke once again.

"Who are you?" Papillion whispered back.

"Uh-uh," the man chided, "That's for me to know and you to NEVER find out. And since you led me right to the product I need, I think out partnership can be hereby dissolved. Thank you very much, Boss Man."

There was a sudden pain in Papillion's head, causing him to stumble back. He held a hand to his forehead and collapsed to the floor, his knees making an ominous echoing sound in the empty room. His head was swimming and his heart was racing beyond control. What was he going to do? Nooroo floated in front of his shaking form.

"He's kidnapped a girl. He called her a product. He's going to sell her. He looked at my son, MY SON!"

"Gabriel," Nooroo said carefully.

"We have to get her back, but," he stood and looked out his window. How was he supposed to go to the police and tell them about this? They would have him as suspect number one. What would that do to his reputation? What would that do to his life, his son? No. He had to get help as quickly as possible without putting his own family in danger. But what could he do?

"Chat Noir! I can get him to go after…" his voice trailed. That boy was the same age as the girl that was taken. No doubt sending him into this will lead to more trouble.

And what if his suspicions were correct? Could he put his son in such danger?

There was no doubt that if Chat was brought into the matter he would insist on going after his friend on his own.

Gabriel's mind was running at a million miles per hour as he paced his office. Every second counted. That girl was going to die. If the statistics were correct, he only had twenty three hours and thirty two minutes left before she would be found dead.

"Mr. Agreste," his assistant said looking at her tablet, "you have a meeting in—"

"Forget the meetings," he said with a wave of his hand, his other hand had run through his hair so many times it had fallen over his forehead in sweaty strands.

"Are you alright?" Natalie said looking up from her tablet with a small hint of worry in her furrowed eyebrows.

"No–yes, leave me be," he said looking over his desk, trying to find an excuse.

"Father, are you okay?" the sudden voice from his son made his heart break into pieces. How could he ever face his son knowing one of his friend's lives was quickly fading away?

"Do you need to see a doctor?" he felt his son's presence too close to him. He looked up at Adrien's concerned face. Those green eyes pierced his own and his heart leapt to his throat. He simply stared at his son with a look of horror as his son's mouth opened as he inhaled.

"What happened?!" he said loudly. His voice shook Gabriel to the core. His mind stopped dead. So many questions that had, up to this point, made him insane, had suddenly disappeared.

He stood tall, almost looming over his son, "I must excuse myself for the rest of the day. I will be here in my office, but do not disturb me."

Adrien frowned, his eyebrows lowered in a similar manner his mother's had whenever one of his lies was not enough to satisfy her curiosity. But Gabriel stood firm, he would not waver in his decision. Adrien looked toward Natalie, and then back to him; he nodded and left the room without another word.

When the door shut behind him and Natalie he heard the distinct sound of the door being locked. He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets before walking up the large flight of stairs up to his large and lonely room. Once the door shut he wandered over to his window. Gazing out over the rooftops of Paris he could not help but feel uneasy. Something had thrown his father off terribly and he was, once again, not letting anyone in to help him.

"Are you okay, Adrien?" Plagg asked as he sat on Adrien's shoulder.

"No," he said quickly, "yes, I suppose it's nothing," he corrected calmly.

The day was slipping away all too quickly.

Papillion stood in the shadows of a large crossbeam on the Eiffel Tower. If he had realized how high the tower truly was, he would never have allowed any Akuma to come near this tower. He was taking a huge risk, here, but he needed help and time was slipping away. Taking a deep breath he stepped forward into the light. The sunlight burned his eyes as he scanned the crowds beneath him.

"Citizens of Paris!" he called out, catching many people's attention.