Alex and Éponine had fallen asleep together on the couch, but he had been jolted awake by an awful nightmare about Jondrette. It calmed him to see Éponine curled up against him and he sighed, slowly he moved her off of him, then carefully picking her up so he wouldn't disturb her, he took her back to her room. After carefully shutting the door he dragged his feet to his room and fell into a deep sleep.

Late the next morning Tony peered into Alex's room to see him still in his clothes and passed out cold. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he tiptoed into the room, then climbing onto the bed he stood up and began to jump, "Yo Alex wake up!"

"Go away Tony," Alex muttered not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Come on buddy boy, get your ass out of bed!" Tony laughed as he continued to jump on the bed.

Alex slowly sat up, "Why? Nothing's going on today."

"Wrong," Tony smiled, "we are going to play football on the beach, you me and 'Chetta."

"Football on the beach?" Alex asked, "why do I care about football on the beach?"

"Because 'Chetta has a new bikini!" Tony winked.

"That might be reason enough for you to play football on the beach," Alex replied, "but I really don't care."

"Hmmm..." Tony pondered, "would that be because you have a thing for 'Ponine?"

"What are you talking about?" Alex replied but he knew his face was turning red.

"Saw the two of you asleep on the couch last night," Tony smiled, "please tell me that followed a particularly steamy make out session."

"You are worse than a middle school girl," Alex huffed.

"So it did follow a particularly steamy make out session?" Tony repeated.

"No," Alex glared at him, "it didn't, we were just talking."

"Right," Tony nodded, "any way we are still playing football on the beach and I'm gonna stay here till you get dressed and we'll go!"

"You aren't gonna leave me alone, are you?" Alex sighed.

"Course not," Tony grinned, "now let's go!"

Alex grumbled and got out of bed, he also made an attempt to push the prior nights events from his mind. He got dressed and went out, sure enough Tony and 'Chetta were waiting for him.

"Come on East Coast!" 'Chetta teased, "show us how it's done!"

Alex couldn't help but smile, he took the ball and threw it in Musichetta's direction, she jumped to grab it and fell back down into the sand laughing. They continued running and tossing the ball around for about an hour. Soon Tony realized it was more fun to tackle his friends then play the game and they all ended on the ground covered in sand.

"Shit," 'Chetta commented as she dusted sand out of her long blonde hair, "Chris and R will kill us if we track sand into the house."

"I say screw 'em," Tony replied smiling as he deliberately began to track sand through the house.

Alex on the other hand rinsed his feet off under a spigot before going inside to shower. He walked past R's room and over heard a strange conversation.

"There you go, find the vein," Grantaire instructed.

"R, I know how to do this," Éponine replied.

Alex's curiosity got the best of him and he peered in, and what he witnessed shocked him for a moment. Éponine sat with a tourniquet around her arm and was injecting herself with a hypodermic needle, the look on her face seemed one of bliss as she removed the needle.

"Nice job 'Ponine, but not enough 'O-mouth'," Grantaire nodded.

Éponine immediately snapped back as if nothing happened, "Screw it!"

"What was that?" Alex asked his eyes wide, "didn't you just..."

"That wasn't real H," Éponine smiled, "it's hemaglobin, it looks, cooks and smells the same as Heroine."

Alex still didn't understand what he had just seen, "But why? What does it-"

"It doesn't do anything," Grantaire replied, "it just helps provide a good cover, which we need on our meeting today."

"They expect you to shoot up?" Alex asked.

"Probably," Éponine nodded, "wouldn't mind if I didn't have to use real needles but c'est la vie."

"Alex you are more than welcome to join us," Grantaire turned to him and held out a small baggy containing hemoglobin, "although you might want to practice first."

"I would love to," Alex nodded, "but I have an appointment with the shrink today."

"You're no fun," Éponine teased, "where is your sense of adventure?"

"I think he's made a wise decision," Grantaire smiled, "who likes third wheeling?"

"Amen brother!" Éponine laughed, "had enough of that what I had to go out with Marius and Cosette as the stoner best friend!"

"Those days were fun weren't they?" Grantaire smiled.

"Maybe for you, not for me," Éponine wrinkled her nose, "I smelled like someone had dumped an entire bottle of five dollar perfume on me and I was all about 'living in the present man'," she rolled her eyes.

" Well good luck with your meeting," Alex smiled at Éponine, "I've gotta go."

"See ya kid," Grantaire gave him a mock salute, when Alex left the room Grantaire turned to Éponine, "you know what, I think that kid is sweet on you!" he smiled.

"Alex?" Éponine scoffed, "you're either drunk or crazy, maybe even both."

"I've seen the way he looks at you," Grantaire smiled, "I've also seen the way you look at him."

Éponine went pale, "I'm afraid I don't understand-"

"Oh I think you do," Grantaire waggled his eyebrows.

"But I can't!" Éponine exclaimed, "he's just a kid!"

"You do know it's only a two year age difference between you," Grantaire replied calmly, "not exactly robbing the cradle, the lucky bastard just happens to look like he's nineteen, certainly better than the what is it seven years between you at me?"

"R, you aren't helping," Éponine growled.

"All I'm saying is that there is nothing wrong," Grantaire replied, "if you like him that way then go for it!"

Éponine looked up at R, "Why are you doing this?"

Grantaire sighed, "I think it's about time you had someone who truly loves you."

Éponine groaned, "But it goes against everything! Joining the bureau basically means you give up any form of a real relationship!"

"'Ponine, chill," Grantaire put a hand on her shoulder, "I know this is hard for you, but who knows? It might work."

"Whatever," Éponine grumbled, "let's just drop it for now, besides we've gotta go meet Montparnasse."

"Yes mi'lady," Grantaire smirked.

"Shut up," Éponine turned on her heel and walked away.
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This time Henri had the courtesy of bringing coffee for himself and for Alex, "You seem awfully quiet today, did something happen?"

"You could say that," Alex replied as he sipped his coffee.

"Would you mind sharing?" Henri prodded.

"Sure," Alex nodded, "but first you need to tell me why I'm investigating Ben Grantaire."

Henri sighed, "It's a difficult subject, I thought we went over this already?"

"We did," Alex replied, "but so far I've gotten nothing but a front row seat to a man committing suicide, who is-" Alex stopped himself from telling Henri about Éponine's secret.

"Suicide? That's tough," Henri sighed.

"So can you tell me more about this damn investigation?" Alex asked, "or not?"
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Éponine and Grantaire calmly entered Montparnasse's house and sat down on a couch in the smoke filled living room. A few minutes later Montparnasse entered and sat down across from them, "Good to see you two," he smiled at them.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Éponine leaned back casually, "you know why we're here."

"I know Cassie," Montparnasse replied, "but what you ask of me is quiet difficult, a meeting with Claqesous?"

"Exactly," Éponine smiled, "you seem to be the only one who truly knows him, that's why we asked you 'Parnasse."

"Well I'm better than the rest of those low life dealer scum," Montparnasse replied. There was a knock at the door, "I'll be right back."

"Good job stoking his ego," Grantaire whispered to her but Éponine was watching who was entering the house.

"Shit," Éponine hissed.

"What's wrong?" Grantaire asked.

"Former CI just walked in," Éponine explained hastily, "I had to cut him off last week, couldn't be trusted." She watched as they walked into the house, Éponine quickly leaned over and kissed Grantaire in an attempt to hide their faces as Monparnasse and Éponine's ex-CI walked past. Once they departed Éponine broke away from him,"Sorry," she muttered, "now let's get out of here, please?"

"Alright, we'll go but you could be blowing our chance with Parnasse," Grantaire hissed as they got up and left.
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"What do you have against Benjamin Grantaire?" Alex continued to press, "because I can't find anything."

Henri sighed, "Alright, it seems to be that whenever there is a case that involves Agent Grantaire we always come up with less than predicted, specifically drugs."

"What?!" Alex's eyes widened, "so it was never about money to begin with, you want me to nail him for drugs?"

Henri nodded quietly, "I know it's a lot to ask for but it is your assignment."

Alex pressed his lips into a thin line, of course Grantaire's ways were unorthodox but he had seen nothing that even remotely indicated drug use. Then could he be stealing it to sell to suppliers or dealers? He shook his head, he needed to think with a clear mind, perhaps he wasn't stealing drugs and this was all a misunderstanding on the part of the bureau.

"I want to see this documentation before I do anything further," Alex decided.

"I knew you were going to say that," Henri sighed, he reached into his briefcase and pulled out a couple of case files for Alex to look at. It only took him a moment to skim the documented numbers to realize what Henri was saying was true, but this didn't alter the respect he had for his training officer.
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'Chetta was talking with Tony as they flipped through the channels, "Wait don't skip the Food Network! Chopped is on!"

Tony sighed and put the remote down, the door slammed shut as Éponine and R walked an.

"Damn," Tony whispered, "can't you feel the raging hormones coming off of those two?"

"What are you talking about?" 'Chetta whispered back as she glanced over her shoulder, "oh..." 'Chetta grinned, "think they'll hook up?"

"And risk their friendship?" Tony turned to her, "they wouldn't do that."

"You pointed out the tension," 'Chetta reminded him, "besides they did it once."

"And how long ago was that?" Tony asked.

"Two years ago, give or take," 'Chetta shrugged.

"You mean when she first came to Graceland?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

"So?" 'Chetta replied.

"It's not gonna happen," Tony shook his head.

"Wanna bet on it?" 'Chetta grinned and held out her hand for him to shake.

"Alright," Tony shook her hand, "they have a week and loser buys drinks at the Musain."

"Deal," 'Chetta nodded as Éponine walked into the room.

"What are you two doing?" Éponine asked as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Nothing!" 'Chetta replied hastily.

"I don't know what's worse," Éponine sighed, "when you two are scheming or when you aren't."

"'Ponine, I swear, we aren't scheming," 'Chetta replied.

"Uh huh," Éponine nodded, "sure, let's go with that."

Alex walked through the door with a dark expression on his face that he seemed to be trying to hide.

"Hey Levi, how did the head shrinkage go?" Tony called.

Alex looked up barely, "It was fine," he replied.

"You don't look fine," Tony replied, "sit with us, I'll get some beers."

"Nah, gotta work on the Brujon case," Alex replied, "if you see R can you send him my way?"

"Sure thing," Éponine nodded to him, "have fun."

Alex said nothing, instead he just walked up the stairs to his room.

"Poor kid," Éponine sighed, her heart went out to him, "these past twenty four hours haven't been kind."

Grantaire walked back into the house, "R!" Tony called, "Levi is looking for you! He's upstairs."

"Got it man, I'll see what's up," Grantaire replied as he walked up the stairs to find Alex, he saw the rookie agent sitting on the bed.

"So I've been sent to you, what's up?" Grantaire folded his arms across his chest.

"I've been thinking about Brujon, and what my next move should be," Alex replied, his chest tightened as he lied to his training officer. He already had a plan, he was just following the bureau's orders in an attempt to catch Grantaire in the act of stealing drugs. It would not be an easy process, but considering that Patron-Minette did a lot with drugs who could say the opportunity wouldn't present itself?

"Seeing as things are going to be thrown about cause Jondrette is dead, this is good for you," Grantaire replied.

Alex nodded his head, but his heart sank that the death of the father of one of his fellow agents would be used in such a matter.

"Brujon trusts you to some extent, if you can get closer to him then you might learn his secrets," Grantaire smiled, "so got any idea on how to get close to him?"

"Remember when we were at the warehouse?" Alex asked, "I think he said 'today is not a good day to die', I thought I'd heard it before and I looked it up," he paused, "Brujon likes Western Movies."

Grantaire smiled, "We'll that would explain why Chris was complaining about the fact that John Wayne had taken over our DVR."

"Sorry about that," Alex muttered.

"Whatever," Grantaire shrugged, "you've got something on Brujon that could bring you closer, after all, with what happened to Jondrette he might be in the market for a body guard." He clapped Alex on the shoulder and walked out of the room.

Alex sighed, this had already been his plan, in a way it was as if he was setting trap for both Grantaire and Brujon and it didn't sit right with him. He wished he could trust his training officer, and there was no denying that R was intelligent and knew what he was doing, but if he was dealing there would be trouble. All Alex could do was hope that all his information would come up negative and he would only have to take down Brujon.
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"So 'Ponine, I worked it out with 'Parnasse," Grantaire called out to his fellow agent as he poured himself a shot of whiskey. "You, me, and Tony are going to meet with him and Claqesous at a hotel and make our deal there."

"Sounds good, but I guess that means I'm stuck in a room with you all night?" Éponine smiled.

'Chetta let out a low wolf whistle and Tony poked her in her ribs.

"Knock it off you two," Éponine turned to her friends who were offering her their most innocent looks. Éponine turned to Grantaire, "When is this going down?"

"Tonight," Grantaire smiled.

"Where do I come into the picture?" Tony asked.

"A sort of look out," Grantaire explained, "we'll get you a uniform and set you up as a parking valet, you'll have a transmitter to 'Ponine and I." Grantaire looked down at his watch, "We only have a couple of hours before we need to head out, we should get ready."

Tony and Éponine got up and walked of the room, Grantaire was about to do the same but he turned to Alex. "When you seeing Brujon next?" Grantaire asked.

"Tonight, still gotta teach him men to shoot," Alex replied.

"Good luck out there man," Grantaire nodded before getting up.

"Does this mean I'm doomed to a quiet evening at home?" 'Chetta complained.

"I guess so 'Chetta," Alex sighed, "got no leads on anything yet?"

"Just a small time dealer who doubles as a DJ," 'Chetta sighed, "you guys get to go after the big fish, lucky you."
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That night Grantaire and Éponine were dressed as their covers Paul and Cassie respectively. Tony was wearing the proper valet uniform and they were driving to a nice hotel on the edge of the city. Grantaire was fiddling with the watch transmitter making sure that it worked properly as they pulled into the parking lot. Tony took his place outside while Éponine and Grantaire checked into their room. They went upstairs and began to wait for Montparnasse and Claqesous to arrive. They were sitting on the couch and Éponine sighed as they sat together in silence waiting for Montparnasse.

Tony's voice crackled as he came in over the transmitter, "Parnasse and Claqesous have just pulled into the parking lot."

"Can you see Claqesous yet?" Éponine asked.

"Not yet," Tony replied, "I'll keep you posted."

The time had come, they were going to meet this ghost of a drug supplier, someone they had been chasing for a long time now.

"Hello sir," Tony's voice came in over the transmitter.

"I don't know you," Montparnasse, "and neither does Claqesous, where is Joey?"

"Joey? He's off for a couple of days, his mother is sick so I'm filling in for-"

"I know every valet here and you are not one of them!" Montparnasse snapped.

"I'm new, just got the job," Tony cut in, "you don't mean you aren't going to come in just because you don't know me, do you?"

"Actually yes," Montparnasse retorted and walked back to the car, they could hear the door slam shut and the motor start as the car drove off.

"Shit," Tony grumbled into the transmitter, "now what?"

"I guess we make another meeting with 'Parnasse," Grantaire sighed. Éponine folded her arms across her chest and they say in silence.

"What's up 'Ponine?" Grantaire asked.

"What do you mean what's up?" Éponine turned to him, "nothing is up R."

"Okay," Grantaire shrugged.

"Actually that's not true," Éponine added, "I've just been thinking-"

"Uh oh, that's not good," Grantaire smirked.

"Fine if you're going to be like that," Éponine raised her hands, "I won't tell you."

"Sorry 'Ponine," Grantaire offered an apology.

"Apology accepted," Éponine replied but her voice sounded stiff.

"So what were you going to tell me?" Grantaire asked.

"I was just thinking about when 'Chetta mentioned... You know..." Éponine blushed slightly, "god, I had the biggest crush on Marius when I first got to Graceland, but you were a close second," she admitted, "how did it even happen?"

"If I recall correctly we were both drunk and in the morning when you woke up in my room you ran out and didn't speak to me for a week," Grantaire replied.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that," Éponine spoke sheepishly, "but why me in the first place?"

Grantaire smiled, "For starters you are sexy as hell, you have a great personality," he paused, "let's just say there is no downside to you 'Ponine."

Éponine smiled and something in her heart stirred like from the first time she had gotten with Grantaire, and funny enough she was sober. Their eyes locked and she could practically feel the passion radiating off of him, she smiled, "Turn off that damn watch," she whispered.

Without saying a word Grantaire did as he was told and it was as if a string had been cut. She leaned in to kiss him and it started to get heated quickly, he had his hands on her waist and was slowly sliding them up her back when she pushed him back.

"I can't do this," Éponine huffed, her face was a bright shade of red, "no, no, I'm sick and tired of one night stands and random hookups.."

Grantaire sighed, "Me too."

"So do you mean?" Éponine hesitated.

"I like you and all, you are a great girl, but I think you and I are too screwed up to be together," Grantaire grinned.

Éponine laughed, "Ain't that the truth!"

"You still thinking about Alex maybe?" Grantaire suggested, "I know he likes you."

"We've had this discussion," Éponine replied with a warning tone, "it's not gonna happen."

"Whatever you say," Grantaire shrugged.

Éponine started laughing again as she flopped down on the couch running a hand through her now mussed hair. "God only knows what Tony is thinking down there..."

Grantaire smiled, "Why don't we give him what he wants?"

"What do you mean?" Éponine asked as she sat back up.

Grantaire picked up the remote and started flicking through to the pay-perview movies. "Just saying we have some fun on the expense of the bureau," he smiled, took off his watch and placed it next to the TV. "There," he hit play and a romance movie that bordered on pornographic started playing, Grantaire skipped the beginning to a more 'sensual' scene and he turned the watch on. He then sat back down next to Éponine and winked at her as she stared at him in shock.

"Why did you do that?" Éponine asked.

"Chris told me that Tony and 'Chetta made bets on whether or not you and I would hook up this week," Grantaire explained.

"I knew it! I knew those two were up to something!" Éponine exclaimed.

"And I think this will make Tony lose the bet," Grantaire chuckled.

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Across town in a junkyard Alex stood next to Brujon observing as the men began to practice shooting their guns.

"They are doing well," Brujon nodded as he watched.

"A gun is as good or as bad as the man using it. Remember that." Alex replied calmly and with a smile.

Brujon turned to Alex with his eyebrows raised, "You've see 'Shane'?"

"Of course," Alex nodded, "one of the best Western films out there, sure it doesn't have the Duke but it's great nonetheless," he silent thanked the Internet for the information he had gleaned.

"'Shane' is good," Brujon replied, "but have you ever seen 'True Grit'? I mean the original one."

Alex chose his words carefully, "I think that just might be one I haven't."

"Then there is a flaw in your education of the good Wild West films," Brujon smiled. "When we are done here for tonight it will be my priority to change that."

"Yes sir," Alex replied.

"Now your training with my men is good," Brujon nodded, "but it is taking to long, I want it to be done at a faster rate."

"Any reason as to why, sir?" Alex asked.

Brujon sighed, "Simple really, those we are going to go up against are not that good either, can't have too much of an advantage," he chuckled, "do you understand, Alex?"

"Yes sir," Alex replied.

"Good, very good," Brujon nodded, "I have some matters to attend to, I want you to wrap up tonight in about fifteen minutes."

"Right," Alex nodded, "I understand."

Brujon disappeared from view, Alex instructed the men to reload their weapons one last time. Then he went to each of them and corrected their stances before letting them fire their last rounds, as he did this he had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't the bad guy, telling himself that he wasn't training gang members and druggies to shoot with military like precision.

"Well done everyone," Alex clapped his hands together, "you know the drill, I'll see you tomorrow."

It was then that Brujon reappeared, "Alex, let's go, we'll take your car."

Alex led Brujon to his car and let him in before getting in on the driver's side, he put the key in the ignition as the motor roared to life. "Where to?" Alex asked.

"Just drive, I'll give you directions," Brujon flicked his wrist carelessly.

Alex started driving down the quiet path that led from the junkyard and followed Brujon's instructions and came to a stop in front of an electronics store.

"Let's go," Brujon got out of the car and Alex obediently followed him, once inside Brujon led him over to the DVD's and once he made his selection he showed to Alex. "'True Grit' with John Wayne, the good version," he smiled.

"I see," Alex nodded, "can't believe I've never seen it."

"Let's see if they can play it on one of the screens here," Brujon decided as they walked to the other department. "How about this one?" Brujon decided, "good quality, great picture..." He turned to flag down one of the late night sales associates.

"How may I help you?" The man asked.

"Can you put this up on the screen here," Brujon asked.

"Uhh sir, I'm afraid we can't-"

"And why not?" Brujon's eyes narrowed.

"It's against policy, you haven't purchased the DVD-"

"I suggest you do what he asks," Alex spoke up forcefully, inside his nerves were becoming tense as realized exactly where this was headed.

The sales clerk tried to maintain composure, "I'm sorry sir, but this is against store-"

Alex reached out and grasped his shirt collar firmly, his eyes appeared to turn to ice as he stared the clerk down. "Do what he asks, or you will have to deal with me, understand?"

The clerk nodded feebly as Alex let go of his shirt, Alex smiled but inside he felt like a horrible person.

The clerk played the disk for them on the TV screen and when he was done viewing the quality of the DVD Brujonpaid and left with Alex. He directed Alex to his penthouse apartment in the city and became engrossed into the film.

"You know Alex, what you did back there was pretty good," Brujon commented offhandedly.

This was his chance to make a move, "Thank you sir, just doing my duty," Alex replied with a smile.

"Duty? What do you mean duty?" Brujon asked.

Alex sighed, "I've been thinking that you need someone to protect you, you are in a tough line of business."

"I see," Brujon nodded, "where are you headed with this?"

"Just saying," Alex paused, "you need a body guard, and I will do the job."

"You?" Brujon snorted and then looked Alex up and down, "That might not be such a bad idea," he held out his hand, "you have the job."

Alex smiled when Brujon's phone started to ring, "excuse me for a second," he picked up his phone and took it outside with him onto the balcony where he shut the door.

Alex wasted no time, he sent a text message to Grantaire explaining his new position with Brujon and went to search his office. Once in there he carefully shifted through papers of hoping to uncover anything at all, but the only thing that was strange was a sticky note that read "Bigfoot". Alex pulled out his phone and snapped a picture and sent it to Grantaire to see what he knew. He gave the office a quick once over before returning to the couch where not even twenty seconds later Brujon returned and sat down beside him.
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During the last hour Grantaire had been receiving a series of text messages, after reviewing the ones from Alex he woke up Éponine who had fallen asleep.

"Why did you wake me up?" Éponine grumbled.

"Got us another meeting with Claqesous," Grantaire smiled at his fellow agent.

"I hate this stupid game of cat and mouse," Éponine muttered as she turned on her side.

"It's at Parnasse's place tomorrow," Grantaire replied.

"Whatever, just let me sleep," Éponine's voice was muffled by the pillows, soon her breaths became slow, she had fallen asleep again.

The next morning they were greeted by a disgruntled looking Tony, "I can't believe you two."

"What, are you talking about that amazing threesome we had last night?" Grantaire winked.

"R!" Éponine exclaimed.

"Threesome?" Tony raised an eyebrow, "but I thought-"

"April fools man," Grantaire teased him.

"So I didn't lose the bet?" Tony blurted out, "I didn't lose the bet!"

"Come on, get in the car," Grantaire directed, "gotta do some homework and find out about 'Bigfoot'."

"Bigfoot?" Éponine repeated.

"Yeah, 'Bigfoot'," Grantaire nodded, "do you know something about it?"

"Sort of," Éponine admitted it's one of the ways Patron-Minette and other gangs smuggle drugs, via submarine, like some prohibition era bootleggers did."

"Submarine?" Grantaire cocked his head, "'Ponine you are truly magnificent."

"I try," Éponine gave her shoulders a slight shrug as they left the parking lot and drove back to Graceland.
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It was like they had gone full circle, they were once again back at Montparnasse's place. Grantaire and Éponine walked in together and were met by Montparnasse at the door, he led them inside at sat them down at a table.

"So when do we meet Claqesous?" Éponine spoke up.

"All in good time, all in good time," Montparnasse smiled, "I just want to set some things straight before this happens."

"You said we would meet your 'God', Claqesous," Éponine's voice was laced with irritation as she narrowed her eyes. She was sick and tired of these stupid games, between that and the death of her father (even though he had been estranged) it was almost to much bear and her patience was wearing thin.

"Did you know undercover cops can't use on the job?" Montparnasse smirked.

Éponine's heart stopped briefly but she regained composure, "What are you talking about? You've seen me use!"

"Cassie, calm down," Grantaire spoke in a hushed tone.

"Not one of mine you haven't," Montparnasse placed an already prepped hypodermic needle filled with heroine, "prove yourself and then we'll talk about Claqesous."

"Cassie, don't," Grantaire whispered but Éponine just stared coldly at Montparnasse.

Slowly she reached out her hand and took the needle, she tied the tourniquet around her arm and found a vein all the while Grantaire protested silently. "I want to meet your 'God'" she placed the needle into her vein and slowly she pushed down on the plunger. It was a feeling like she had never felt before, pure bliss a happiness she had never felt before in her life and it felt really good. Everything became blurry and she couldn't distinguish what was or was not reality, all she could hear in the distance was Grantaire calling "Cassie" over and over again. Soon everything around her fell away and the world went black.