I walked through the streets of Paris with a yawn. Aramis was still asleep when I had checked on him, both of us sleeping in our separate rooms that night, so I left him a note and left.

Hopefully he'd relay what I had told him about the other horsemen to the other three Inseparables. Otherwise Athos would give me his eyebrow of doom.

I kept walking down the street, and turned into the main market square. It was the fastest way to get to the Highwayman's inn, plus, aforementioned little old lady would probably give me some sort of baked treat if she was here today.

I had saved her tiny cat once, when the kitten had gotten stuck on a rooftop; so after that, she showered me with delicious treats every time she saw me.

True enough, the moment I walked into the square, I heard my name being called. I turned to the little lady, whose name was Edith, and endured her pinching my cheek, running a hand through my short hair and telling me I needed to cut it, commending me on still no beard or mustache, then giving me a warm croissant drizzled with honey, patting my shoulder, being told to visit her sometime later that week and she'd give me a pie, then being sent on my way, munching on a croissant.

I had finished the treat by the time I arrived at the inn.

I threw open the doors and was greeted with the crackle of the fireplace and warmth hitting my face.

"Hey! Look what the cat dragged in!" A bellowing voice called out, cheerful and merry despite the early hour.

I sent a grin over to the owner of the voice, a big, kind looking man that could throw anyone as far as he could see them when pushed too far. He was a family oriented man, and accepted his friends into his family. I was fortunate enough to be part of said family. I had waltzed into the tavern part of the inn, and helped him clear out a few Red Guards. He offered me a free drink to compensate the trouble, and soon after, hearing my story and who I was, he claimed me as his friend, therefor, family.

Robert D'Braile. All 6'9 inches of him, covered with black hair, face partially hidden in a black beard, kind green eyes glittering out on his scary face that anyone who knew him would call kind.

I waved to him, walking over. His tavern was mostly empty save a few regulars, or his employees cleaning up tables and making the place presentable for the day.

I jumped onto one of the tall bar stools and leaned onto the counter, childish grin on my face. "Bobby! Long time no speak my friend!" I called cheerfully.

He rolled his eyes fondly at me, throwing a towel over his shoulder and leaning forward.

"Rogue! Always a pleasure to see you too. Caused much trouble lately?" He asked, a teasing look on his face.

I scoffed, dramatically acting offended, clutching at my heart, "My dear man, how could you think such a horrid thing?" I cried out.

He gave me a flat look, though I could see him fighting back a smile. "Because I know you, dear boy." He mocked teasingly, "And I know you can't go one week without attempting to get yourself killed or left in some random back alley."

I huffed in mock outrage, then a voice behind me nearly sent me off the stool.

"Why am I not surprised at that, Musketeer?" The voice growled, but I didn't hear it in a harsh light. More teasing than anything. But with his accent, it made it difficult for others to understand that.

Clearly, as shown by Bobby.

Robert drew up to his full height, glaring at the ginger haired man behind me. He snarled, "Why do I not like the sound of that?" Robert asked rhetorically.

I waved Robert down, "Easy pal, he's an old friend." I threw him a comforting smile, then hopped down from the stool and punched Joshua in the stomach. "Can you go one trip to see me without attempting to get one of my friends to fight you?" I asked him.

I heard Robert slowly settling, going back to cleaning.

Joshua just smirked at me, then jerked his head to the entrance, "Come on, Rogue. The other two are waiten outside."

He walked out without checking to see if I'm following, and I paused long enough to call over my shoulder, "I'll come see you sometime, Bobby."

Then I walked out behind Joshua.

M

I huffed and crossed my arms at Eric, who is staring smugly at me.

"Can you say that again? I think I misheard you." I said incredulously. There was absolutely no way I heard what I think I heard.

"I said that I spoke with your Captain earlier, and he gave me permission to take you, briefly though it may be, and use your help to catch the killer. Which means, I get my fourth back. If only for a little while."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Did you threaten him?"

Eric shook his head innocently, "Of course not. I merely…." He trailed off, attempting to find the correct words.

"Pestered him until he told you yes." I guessed.

Eric shrugged, "It matters not to me. What does matter, is that we have you again. Not the Musketeers."

I smirked, "You realize they won't let me do this without them, right? They are very protective and they don't trust you. That might be the only reason Treville said yes to begin with."

Eric leaned further, "Be that as it may, you were a Horsemen first, and your Captain told me I could move you as I saw fit throughout Paris."

I narrowed my eyes, leaning forward too, we were a few inches apart at this point. "You're making me sound like a chess piece."

"Your point? Most of my plans are like games of chess. You know this, Rogue." He chided, smugness washing off of him in waves.

"Rogue!" A sudden shout drew us out of our revere, and we turned in unison to where the shout had originated from.

I smirked when I saw the four Musketeers stalking towards us, Athos in the lead, Porthos half a step behind him, and D'artagnan barely visibly holding Aramis back from charging. I could see the fury in Aramis' eyes already, and Athos had assumed his 'I'm pissed off but I refuse to show it to lowly lifeforms' face. Porthos was cracking his knuckles, a menacing grin in place, and D'artagnan was giving me his 'You are incredibly stupid but I still care about you and will attempt to help' face, which only made me smirk wider.

I threw a lazy look towards Eric, "You can't control their board, Eric." I pointed out with dark humor, "And if you try…" I shrugged, "Well, I would love to see who shoots you first."

Diego snickered, stepping up beside me, slinging his arm over my shoulder, and leaning forward so his hat nearly knocked mine off.

I turned my lazy smirk to him and he murmured, "Why does Aramis look like he wants to kill us for an entirely different reason?"

"Why do think?" I asked him sarcastically.

"That looks like jealousy to me." Joshua whispered over my other shoulder, and Eric shot us all an annoyed glare.

I gave him a cheeky grin and the four Musketeers stalked up to us and stopped.

"Definitely jealousy." Diego nodded, leaning forward more, knocking my hat off my head which Joshua caught, then Diego put his hat down as a sort of shield between my face, his face, Josh's face, and the four Musketeers.

"Why is he looking at us like that?" Diego asked, nose almost touching mine.

I gave him a flat look, "Continue doing what you're doing and you will get yourself shot, as well as Joshua, and depending on what kind of mood you are putting Aramis in currently, Eric too."

"Not you?" Josh whispered.

"What are three discussing?" Eric asked, his eyes never leaving the four Musketeers who were undoubtedly glaring at us.

"Mind unhanding our fifth member?" D'artagnan called, voice wobbling slightly as if he was struggling to hold something. Probably holding Aramis back still, then.

Diego briefly flipped his hat forward, offering me a glimpse of my friends and a fuming Aramis who was concealing his anger with a carefree smirk even though his eyes were fiery.

"Don't really fancy it." Diego told them flatly, before flipping his hat back.

I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to laugh. "You two are intolerably."

"But you love us anyway." Josh teased.

I rolled my eyes again, "Don't know why either."

Eric leaned towards us, though his eyes still stayed on the Musketeers, "What are you three so dead set on getting us all shot over?" He hissed.

"Weren't you listening? Aramis is jealous of how close we are to 'his' Rogue." Diego told him, not unlike a petulant child talking to an exasperated adult.

I elbowed Diego in the stomach for that, and though he doubled over, his hat stayed in the same place.

Eric gave me a look, and I shrugged helplessly, moving Joshua's head that had been resting on my shoulder.

I sighed, before muttering, "You three are worse than tomcats. Why are we hiding behind a hat?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Eric muttered crossly, eyes snapping back to watch the Musketeers, who had begun to talk amongst themselves.

"Because, we are having a super-secret meetin!" Josh crowed, giving us all a toothy grin.

I huffed, "'Super-Secret' he says."

"Rogue!" Athos' voice snaps me out of the conversation.

Diego flips his hat open again, giving my friends an unimpressed look.

I gave Athos my most innocent look, not looking at Aramis, definitely not. Because if I was looking at him, I'd see the burning look he was sending me. Not one of anger, something else. So no, I was clearly not looking at him. Definitely not.

Athos raised an eyebrow at me, clearly asking for an explanation, before asking verbally. "Treville told us that you are to be helping the Horsemen, and that we were allowed to help you. However, I think the best question is why are you standing like that?"

Joshua sent him a bonechilling grin that only made Athos roll his eyes, before Joshua said, "Can't you see we're trying to have a conversation?"

Diego flips his hat back and I make sure he sees me roll my eyes. "You are an idiot." I told him.

"But I'm your idiot." He sung.

"Idiotic friend, yes. Other than that, I don't really want to claim you as my brother right now." I told him, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as he began to pout.

"Aw. But you're still my very bestest sister in the whole wide world." He pouted.

I rolled my eyes, "As far as I know, I'm your only sister."

Eric stopped us before we could continue, which everyone knows we will if given the chance. "Children." He growls. "Enough."

"Rogue! If you will so kindly extract yourself from the apparently important discussion and step away from your crazy friends, we'd be grateful." Aramis called out.

Diego's hat flipped open again, and Aramis is gesturing for me to go back to them.

I gave Diego a side long look and he muttered, "Your boyfriend is very jealous of us right now. It's all over his face. Lover boy definitely needs to be taken out, I suggest immediate removal."

Josh huffs a laugh, "I second that."

Before Eric can agree with them and give them permission, which he looks only a step away from doing, I pulled Diego's hat back and hissed, "You will not! If you do that, I shall never forgive you. Do not harm them just because you want to be overprotective pricks."

Diego looked offended, though I could see the impish light in his eyes, "Wow, kitty has claws." He made a claw gesture with his free hand.

"I'm serious." I deadpanned.

Eric sighed, looking to all the world as if he was fighting against his instincts, "Very well." He agreed reluctantly.

Joshua huffs, but he nodded anyway. Diego shrugged, and that was probably the only confirmation I'd get.

"Rogue." Athos called, exasperation tinging his tone. "We don't have all day."

I slid out from underneath the hat, Joshua replacing my hat on my head again as I walked, and walked towards the four Musketeers.

Aramis doesn't look like he's pouting anymore, which is a plus, and D'artagnan looks mildly relieved, releasing his tight hold on Aramis' belt. Athos just looks bored, but his eyes skimmed over me, as if he was inspecting me for injuries, and Porthos smirked at me, eyes glittering dangerously.