Marinette stepped off the plane and into the airport, tired from having spent the last ten hours on a cramped airplane. Although she was exhausted she could feel her heart bursting with joy, she was finally back home in the city she loved and cherished so much. It was the first time in 5 years that she had set foot in Paris, but it still felt so familiar, as if she had never left.

When she had gotten the email a week ago from Alya, telling her all about the class reunion that was being planned and insisting that she had to come back to Paris in order to attend it, Marinette had been a little hesitant at first. After spending 5 years studying fashion in America and slowing working her way up from a lowly intern, she wasn't sure if it was now was the best time to take a little break. But as soon as the plane had landed and she had gotten her first look at Paris again, all doubts in her mind had instantly disappeared.

"Marinette! Over here!"

Scanning the crowd, Marinette spotted her old friend, waving enthusiastically at her, and bouncing slightly with excitement. Grinning, Alya broke into a small run and threw her arms around Marinette as soon as she was close enough.

"I can't believe you're here!" Alya gushed as she gave Marinette a bone crushing hug. A few seconds later she stepped back and snapped a quick picture of her friend, all while laughing happily. "Everyone is gonna be so happy to see you."

Marinette giggled slightly, her cheeks heating up a bit as she noticed that people around them were glancing at the two of them. "We should probably get out of the way, people are still getting off the plane."

"Oh, you're right! We should hurry, there's no time to waste." Alya agreed as she grabbed a hold of Marinette's arm and began leading her through the crowds of passengers, towards the baggage claim room.

"Don't you think we should slow down a bit?" Marinette asked as she nearly toppled over someone for the 3rd time.

Alya laughed at her suggestion and only quickened her pace. "Nope! Come on, we've got a lot of catching up to do!"

After finally managing to find her bags, Marinette followed Alya to her car. "Thanks again to coming to pick me up." She said as she placed her suitcase in the truck and closed it.

"Don't mention it, it's not like it was an inconvenience for me. " Alya assured her as she checked her side mirror and began backing out of the parking spot. "I haven't seen you in so long, I was so excited when you called and asked me."

Marinette smiled and looked out of the window as they drove down the streets of Paris. "A lot sure has changed..."

Alya shrugged. "Five years is a long time," She smirked as a thought popped into her head. "Well...not everything has changed. Look to your right, it'll come up in a second."

"What will?" Marinette looked curiously as she searched for whatever it was that Alya was talking about.

Soon she spotted a huge billboard in the distance that was getting closer with every passing second. Adrien Agreste, her former classmate, crush, and friend, was plastered all over it. Over the past 5 years, he had only gotten more good looking, his blonde hair was wild and more tousled up, his green eyes were as striking as ever, and his easy going smile still sparkled brightly. The picture of Adrien showed him wearing a suit, with the jacked tossed over his shoulder and the tie loosened up slightly.

Marinette could feel her cheeks heating up as she stared at the huge photo of him. She had never truly gotten over her crush on him, although it had lessened every since she had moved away to America to study fashion design. But now, as her heart began racing, she knew that her affection for him was back and stronger than ever.

"Yup, Adrien Agreste, time sure has been kind to that boy." Alya commented as she studied Marinette's blushing face. "And the best part, he's still single."

Marinette whipped around to face Alya. "What? How do you know that?" She asked, trying hard not to let all her excitement and eagerness show. "I mean, I'm just curious. It's not like I still have a crush on him, not after 5 whole years..." She laughed nervously as she trailed off.

"It's a reporter's job to know everything about everyone." Alya reminded her as she winked suggestively. "And I happen to know that there's no one in picture, and that Adrien will be going to the reunion next week."

"Really?" Marinette felt her heart flutter in her chest.

"Yup. You'll finally get a 2nd chance with him." Alya then pulled up the car in front of the Dupain-Cheng bakery. "And we're here! We're still meeting up tomorrow for lunch, right?"

"Of course." Marinette gave her friend one last hug and then got out to go grab her bags. Everything about her trip had been great so far, she had gotten to see Alya again, and now she was finally going to see her parents and the bakery again. Although, if she was being honest, there was one thing that she was especially eager to finally be able to do again...

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Sometimes, when Adrien couldn't sleep, when the night was too silent and calm that it drove him crazy and made him crave adventure and excitement, he would have Plagg transform him and spend a few hours just jumping around Paris and enjoying the city at night.

It wasn't sometime he did often because he had to be especially careful. As far as the public knew, Ladybug and Chat Noir had disappeared five years and they weren't coming back. If anyone were to see him, or snap a picture of him it would be all over the news by the next morning, and that wasn't something he particularly wanted to have to deal with.

As Chat Noir sat on top of a building, letting the wind blow through his hair and watching over the peaceful city at night, he couldn't help but start to think. About a lot of things, actually. About how he didn't want to spend the rest of his life being a model, about how excited he was for the class reunion, about how much he missed being able to transform whenever he wanted, and most of all, about how much he missed Ladybug.

He didn't know why she popped in his head or why he couldn't stop thinking about her. It had been 5 years since she had said goodbye to him, one would think that by now he would be over her and have moved on to someone else. The truth was, he didn't think he would ever get over her, after so many years his love for her was still as strong as ever.

Sighing, Chat got up slowly as he heard a bell tower in the distance strike 2 times, signaling that it was now two in the morning. It was about time he go back home, tomorrow he had an early appointment with his father. Gabriel was looking for a new assistant and he had insisted that Adrien come conduct the interviews with him.

For some reason that he couldn't explain, he suddenly had a strange instinct to turn back and take one more look at the city below him. He didn't know what it was, as if some invisible force was forcing his legs to move back to where he had originally been sitting.

As he looked out into the distance, his eyes spotted a small, moving blur that was traveling fast from building to building. Chat blinked once and rubbed his eyes, unsure if what he saw was real or if his lack of sleep was finally starting to affect him. He kept his eyes trained along the same spot, searching intently for another glance at the blur. He was about to give up and go home when he finally saw it again, and this time it passed close enough to a nearby building light that for a second Chat was able to make out a flash of red and black.

His heart stopped, and then it started beating rapidly, faster than it ever had before. His Lady was finally back, he was sure of it.