Hi all readers, sorry but its Mike again. Here is the next chapter as my sis likes to write in advance, but I know how she likes to do it so I'm posting them all scattered.

So here's what the doctors said about her:

She may have this thing called secondary concussion from falling after the ball hit her. They told her friend to try out for the Olympic team if he can hit a ball that hard, turns out he can and she was stood in the wrong place wrong time as the ball gained lots of force/momentum when it hit her.

She woke up around 4 hours later, but passed out. We were told that its normal because she's the kind of get up and go girl and moved too quickly. It wasn't helped by the fact she had no idea where she was or how she got there.

They were just pleased she didn't smack her head on the ground again, but I still don't see how she made it down the hospital corridor, but that's her. Its a good job my friend spotted her and caught her.

They said she's most likely to be out for the night and into late morning because sleep may take over from her state of unconsciousness.

When she comes round (again) she's not allowed to do anything that requires intense concentration for a few days (like writing or reading) - sorry, or do any sports - so she's going to drive me crazy.

She shouldn't have amnesia, but it may take a while for her to get back to normal and remember everything (but that's just normal for her!). So I'll post the chapters I know she's finished, and keep updating you on her progress, if you want? After that, you may have to wait a little while.

Thanks for the messages you all sent and for reviewing her stories, otherwise she may kill me, and hopefully she'll be back soon. I just thought that she'd like to wake up to having more reviews and so you guys don't think she's given up on it. By the way, the same message is posted on both of her stories. Sorry if you don't like my ramblings, but I think you ought to know. Regards,

-Mike.

EVEN ANGELS HIDE.

Javert pushed her into his office and locked the door.

"Name?" He asked her, informally.

"Are we really on that good a term that manners don't come into it?" She said sarcastically.

X

Grantaire, Joly and Courfeyrac sniggered outside the door. This girl had bite.

X

His eyes narrowed.

"Gracee." She said, as if it wasn't important. "Two e's no 'i'."

"Last name?" He said, trying to keep calm.

"Wouldn't you love to know?"

X

"She's treading on dangerous ground." Joly said.

"I don't think anyone's stood up to Javert before, its hilarious!" Courfeyrac then rubbed his head where Grantaire hit him.

"What's happening?" Enjolras' voice carried through the corridor.

"Javert's being sassed by Gracee." Courfeyrac told him.

"Who?" He asked.

"That girl you found. He's interrogating her now." Joly said as Enjolras nodded and put his hand on the handle.

"Please," Joly told him. "Don't let him be hard, I don't think she has anything to do with the spies, as in being the enemy. She cried out in her sleep, something about a case, and... Well, I think she may be Italian, but an ally. She's seriously injured so make sure he goes easy on her."

Enjolras went in.

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"Enjolras, check her for anything dangerous." He was ordered.

Enjolras took one look as what she was wearing and thought, what's the point? She had nothing to hide.

She held her hands up in surrender.

"Be my guest, but I don't think I have anything to hide, otherwise you'd already be dead." She said, cocking an eyebrow.

Enjolras, in seeing Javert's face patted her down and walked over to him.

"She's clean." He said.

Javert glared at her, taking her and forcing her to sit in the chair in front of his desk. He pulled her arms around the back of the chair and fastened a pair of handcuffs loosely on them, but she couldn't slip them off.

Enjolras was going to come to her aid but he saw how relaxed she seemed to be about it. This puzzled him.

"Why leave a note?" Javert asked.

"In case I forgot. Or if someone cared enough to find me." She stated, her eyes locked in combat with the Captain's.

"What are they? The spies? Why go to that trouble?"

"Thenardier lives in Italy. He went there 17 years ago with his wife and liked Mussolini's ideas, being similar to Hitler's. He is french, but a so called outcast. His gang, the Patron Minette are the crew you found, so think french mafia. They like nazi idealisms. They aid Germany, by taking over a ship bound for the enemy country."

"You've done your research." Enjolras wondered aloud.

Her glance moved to him.

"I've followed them for a very long time."

"So you admit you're in league with them?" Javert said.

"No. Why would I be?"

"Because you're italian." Enjolras stated and her eyes widened.

Javert stared at him.

"You muttered italian in your sleep. The boys on the ward heard you." He told her as a hint of fear streaked her eyes.

"You're with them." Javert boomed.

"I was born there!" She shouted back. "On the island on Capri off Sorrento. Then I've grown up in Ireland since I was five!"

"Why go back?" Javert was genuinely curious. "You must've gone back if you ended up here."

"I didn't. They came to France." Her eyes darted to the small brief case he had just laid on the table.

"You got the case." She breathed.

"Why did they follow you, why did you end tied up on a merchant ship?" Javert tried to take her attention away from the case.

"Because..." Enjolras began.

"No." She breathed.

He saw her try to get up and she struggled with the handcuffs that held her to the seat.

"No... Don't."

"... I think you'll find he went after his DAUGHTER." He finished.