A/N: Things are getting intense now! Thank you for three reviews, it spurs me on in my writing knowing that people are enjoying my story. And I've suddenly gained four followers and a favourite! Thank you all, it really make my day!

I'll probably try and upload a chapter every day/every other day depending on how busy I am with homework and stuff.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Miss Beckett


D'Artagnan and Ellie walked through the streets, following Vadim. They watched as he walked up to a woman, before going inside her house. D'Artagnan approached a man walking through the streets.

'This house, do you know who lives here?' He asked pointing to the house.

'Suzette Pinault.' The man replied. 'Everybody knows Suzette around here!' He exclaimed before walking off, chuckling.

'What's that meant to mean?' D'Artagnan asked, turning to Ellie.

'She's a prostitute.' He stared at her. 'I grew up with five sisters, by the time I was six; everyone in our street knew three of them.' A hand dragged Ellie behind the cart, and a gun was pressed to her head.

'You've got five seconds to explain what you're doing before I blow your brains into the next street.' Felix threatened them. Ellie looked D'Artagnan in the eye, begging him to come up with something clever.

'I was visiting my mistress.' D'Artagnan told him.

'Prove it.'

'That's her.' D'Artagnan said as they hid behind a tree outside Constance's home.

'How do I even know you've met her, huh?' Felix growled, his gun aimed at Ellie's back. D'Artagnan raised his eyebrows, before running over to Constance. He tapped her on the back, and as she turned around kissed her.

'Shh.' He told her. 'We're being watched. Ellie's got a gun to her back, so for God's sake, kiss me back and make it look good.' D'Artagnan whispered, before kissing her again.

'You're a wanted man. The guards are everywhere.' Constance told him.

'Whatever you've heard about me, don't believe it.' The maid walked past them, shock written on her face.

'You're making a habit of this.' Constance whispered to him as she wrapped her arm around his neck. 'And what's Ellie got to do with this?'

'I can't tell you.' He replied. 'Believe me, I wouldn't make a habit of this unless I had to.' Constance looked at him.

'That's flattering!' She exclaimed before whacking him on the arm. 'And no tongues.' D'Artagnan moved her hair away from her ear.

'Go to Athos. Tell him to get here as soon as possible.' Constance nodded.

'Come inside. Both of you. You're not safe on the streets.' She told him, looking behind her at Ellie.

'You are the kindest and best woman on Earth, you know that.' D'Artagnan said.

'Or the most stupid.' Constance ran inside, and D'Artagnan ran back over to them.

'She's in a good mood. I may be some time.' He told Felix before grabbing Ellie's hand. 'She wants to see you as well.'

'Vadim will hear of this.' Felix warned.

'Tell him.' D'Artagnan shrugged as he and Ellie both ran towards the house, leaving Felix by the tree.


Ellie leant against the fireplace, letting the fire warm her up. Aramis, Porthos and Athos stood around the table in Constance's dining room.

'Vadim plans to murder the King and Queen. Some fantasy of a peasant rebellion.' D'Artagnan told them.

'Have you seen the gunpowder? Any weapons?' Athos asked.

'Vadim isn't stupid; he's probably hidden it somewhere else.' Ellie replied.

'What about his men?' Aramis asked.

'In hiding.' D'Artagnan said.

'When is this plan supposed to take place?' Athos asked, watching the young Gascon carefully.

'No idea. Vadim's careful. He doesn't say much.' Ellie told him.

'Does he trust you two?' Porthos asked.

'As much as he does anyone. Felix doesn't. But I can handle him.' D'Artagnan answered. 'Vadim once said the secret to a good trick is to make people look the wrong way.'

'What do you think he meant?' Asked Aramis, who was fiddling with the feather in his hat.

'Honestly? I have no idea.' He replied.

'You've done enough. Both of you. We'll take it from here.' Athos told him.

'If you pick him up now, the King and Queen are still in danger.' Ellie replied, fiddling with a button on her coat.

'What do you suggest?' Athos asked, watching her.

'We go back in.' D'Artagnan answered for her. Before anyone could argue, Constance walked in carrying a tray of wine. She didn't say anything as she took the glasses off of the tray, handing one to Ellie.

'They told me about the duel and your imprisonment. That it was all faked.'

'Except kidnapping me, that wasn't planned.' Ellie pointed out from where she had moved to sit on the floor.

'Why did you take her with you?' Aramis asked, leaning against the fireplace.

'Vadim told me to. He believes we're brother and sister.' D'Artagnan replied.

'We faked it rather well, you have to admit.' Aramis said. Constance backhanded him, causing Ellie to choke on her drink and Porthos to chuckle. Constance glared at him. 'What for this time?' Aramis asked, smiling at her.

'For letting, me think the worst.' She told him before turning to D'Artagnan.

'First I thought you were a condemned man, then a fugitive, and now this!' She exclaimed. 'How many ways can a man think of to get himself killed?' She asked.

'It's a tie between him and Aramis, at the moment.' Ellie told her. Constance glared at her. 'I'm not joking, it genuinely is.' Constance just shook her head before walking out of the room.

'I think she likes you.' Aramis told D'Artagnan as he pulled the cork out of the wine and poured him a glass.

'It's too dangerous.' Athos said, walking up to D'Artagnan.

'I can do this.' He replied.

'You're not taking Ellie with you.'

'If she doesn't come back with me, Vadim will suspect something. She's now as involved in this as me.

'Ye a little faith, Athos.' Ellie told him from where was still sitting on the floor. Athos glared at her.

'Trust me.' D'Artagnan replied. There was silence in the room as they considered it.

'Only, if you look after her.' Athos ordered him, pointing to the teen.

'I promise.' D'Artagnan leant forward and placed his glass on the table.

'This evening, Vadim visited a woman called Suzette Pinault. You'll find her in the Rue Lagrange. She's his mistress.' He grabbed Ellie's hand and helped her off the floor before walking out of the house.

'If you've heard of anyone wanting a room, I'd be glad to know. My husband needs the money.' Constance said as they stepped out of the house and into the street. 'It's not easy to find decent lodgers. Every time one of them gets themselves killed in a duel, or thrown in the Chatelet, or murdered in some intrigue or other, it's a tremendous inconvenience.' Ellie laughed. 'Well, it is less cooking and cleaning. In fact, I wish my lodgers would die more often, so I could have an easier life.' D'Artagnan walked towards her and kissed her hand.

'You!' Ellie turned around and groaned as Jacques Bonacieux stormed towards them. 'How dare you show your face here again!' D'Artagnan walked towards him, pushing Ellie behind him. 'Guards! Guards!' Jacques yelled.

'This isn't what it seems.' Constance told him, standing in front of D'Artagnan.

'Stand aside, he's a fugitive from justice.' Jacques said shoving Constance out the way. But Constance moved in front of him again. 'I order you to move.' He stared at her.

'Order away. I'm staying here until you stop shouting and listen.' Ellie sighed as Aramis, Athos and Porthos walked out of the house.

'Step back please, Monsieur.'

'This man is a wanted criminal.' Jacques exclaimed.

'I said, step back.' Athos repeated.

'I suggest you do as he says.' Aramis told him, resting his gun on his shoulder.

'Is this a threat?' Jacques asked.

'Not yet.' Porthos replied. Jacques took a step back.

'Good decision.' Aramis told him.

'Once again, I'm in your debt.' D'Artagnan whispered to Constance. He grabbed Ellie's hand as the two set off again, heading back to Vadim.

'If I'm honest.' Ellie said as the strolled through the streets. 'I would have preferred to have you as my brother.'

'Why is that?' He asked.

'All my brothers cared about was inheriting the business. None of them gave a damn about me.' D'Artagnan smiled at her.

'Hey, you! D'Artagnan!' The Red Guard yelled, and started running towards him.

'Run!' He whispered, grabbing her hand. They ran through the streets, dodging people and stalls. They turned down an unlit street which was completely empty. It was also a dead end. D'Artagnan jiggled the lock, but it didn't budge. He turned around as the two guards drew their swords. He pushed Ellie behind him.

'Surrender or die!' One of the guards told him. Then, out of nowhere, a woman dressed in red and black stabbed one of the guards and shot the other.

'You!' D'Artagnan gasped. 'Who are you?'

'You guardian angel.' The woman answered. 'Now, where is Vadim?' She asked, walking towards him. Ellie had to admit, she was very pretty. 'I have a powerful patron.' She told him when he didn't answer. 'He can grant you all the riches and power you desire. If you take me to Vadim.'

'You betrayed me. You set me up.' D'Artagnan told her.

'Now I've saved your life.' She took another step towards him. She wiped her bloody dagger on his jacket. 'It wasn't only murder that made our night memorable.'

'You slept with her?!' Ellie asked.

'Once.' D'Artagnan amended. The woman went to kiss D'Artagnan, and Ellie felt extremely awkward.

'You're at the crossroads, D'Artagnan. Don't take the wrong path.' She was still teasing him. 'Choose the Musketeers and you choose oblivion.' The woman told him. Thunder rumbled in the sky, and Ellie knew it would soon be pouring with rain.

'D'Artagnan!' Athos yelled, his voice echoing around the empty street. The woman moved her dagger to Ellie's throat. It scratched Ellie's neck as she moved away.

'Another time.' She whispered before hurrying off, leaving her mark on Ellie.

'You alright?' D'Artagnan asked her looking at the scratch on her neck. Ellie nodded, as Athos, Porthos and Aramis ran around the corner. They stopped in front of them, looking at the dead guards.

'Go! We'll deal with this.' Athos told them. D'Artagnan and Ellie grabbed hands again and set off down the street.

As the ran back to Vadim's hideout, the heavens had opened. D'Artagnan opened the gate and walked down the stairs; Ellie behind him. She turned around and saw Porthos standing at the end of the street as she shut the gate.


A/N: Aww, big brother D'Artagnan...