Javert woke up less than three hours later, awoken by a banging from outside his bedroom door. He went to check it and was met by several men, smashing up the lodgings. Javert's eyes widened, mouth gaping now. Then the men saw him, turning to face him. Javert recognised none of the men and that, amongst other things, worried him. Then they moved towards him and Javert backed against his door, which had closed, trapping him in the room. "Damn it all." Javert muttered, as he saw something fly towards him, an umbrella, his umbrella. Thieves, he thought as he fell unconscious.

Javert awoke, instinctively moving his legs instinctively, only succeeding in collapsing on a heap on the floor. So his legs were tied. What about his arms? He moved his arms, pain spiking in his shoulders. They had tied him and he must have hurt his arm in the fall. Javert winced, now realising he couldn't see. So... He was blindfolded and bound. Javert tried to groan, now able to feel the gag in his mouth. Javert, at this point, was a bit delirious so could only think of how strange it was he had gagged, bound and blindfolded himself and, more importantly, how. Then, he remembered what had happened and emitted a low growl from his throat. Suddenly, there were footsteps. "Ah! You are awake, inspector!" A young, male voice rang out, smug and mocking. Javert would have told him what he had told everyone: he wasn't an inspector anymore, if it hadn't been for the gag. His attempt gained him only a kick in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Suddenly, Javert's blindfold was ripped off him, blinding him as sunlight streamed through the windows, bright and unforgiving. He let out an involuntary groan, vision slowly returning. He stared into the face of his kidnapper, one of them anyway. His face was young, looking barely eighteen. His curly blonde hair was bouncing off the side of his head with each turn of the head. Javert knew this boy would be very sought after with girls his age, Javert thought, then reprimanded himself for thinking so. Then, the gag was ripped from his mouth. "So, inspector! You are brought before our court, as you should have been nights before." With this sentence, Javert knew who this was. The head revolutionary, unnamed in Javert's mind, this was his brother, he could tell now. "Your brother. He was killed at the barricade, yes?" Javert asked him, anger flaring up in his eyes. The question gained him a rather savage punch to Javert's cheek. Javert got back up on his knees, his hatred for this child increasing. Then, the door opened and Javert was knocked unconscious again.

When Javert awoke yet again, he was gagged and blindfolded again. He resolved just to keep his eyes closed, needing his sleep. It then hit him that that was an odd thought to think, given his current state and position. Javert rolled his hidden eyes at himself, wondering if he'd always been this stupid. He resolved that recent events had turned him incompetent. Damn Valjean, his mind joked, inspiring a chuckle, muffled by the gag. Javert lay back, alone with his thoughts. He wondered if this what life held for him now, a series of assaults and kidnappings. He hoped not, to say the least. As he was thinking this, somebody kicked him. Javert jolted, hitting his head of a table, sparking a new flame of pain. He winced as several voices laughed. Javert suddenly realised he was at their 'court' and gulped, knowing he was as good as dead. His blindfold was ripped off his face, the momentum carrying Javert forward, slamming him down on his chest on the hard wooden floor. Javert suddenly realised where he was, the barricade. His eyes closed as he recognised a voice "Inspector Javert, you stand here accused of murder, deception and betrayal. It is partly because of you, our brothers and friends now lay dead. It is because of you we were attacked when we least expected it. It is because of you we lost them." Javert growled, wishing he could retort. "We will punish you thusly." Marius Pontmercy said, voice smug. And so, Javert's trial began.

Javert had to listen to the insults, the slander that men, women and children alike were casting upon him. He could not speak, partly because of the gag and partly, though not much, because he was almost frozen with fear. He had escaped death, only to be killed by these schoolboys. When everyone was done destroying his pride and dignity, his gag was removed. "Present your case." Pontmercy demanded. Javert opened his mouth and closed it several times, trying to shake the ache. Javert looked up at all the faces, anger radiating from each of them. Javert knew he had no chance in hell. He rolled his eyes back in his head "My case? Oh, my Lord. I have no case. My case rests purely on duty, on justice. Justice which is morally wrong, but which seemed right at the time." He had to restrain himself so he didn't snarl. He wasn't scared, now that he really thought about it. He was angry. Angry not at them, his captors, but at himself for two things. One, for making the damn mistake of volunteering to infiltrate them and, secondly, for getting caught. He snarled at himself, wishing he hadn't been so stupid. The expression earned him only a kick. As he grunted, a man shouted "This is pointless! Just kill him!" Javert did not recognise the voice but, then again, he wouldn't. It worried Javert how long it took anyone to reply, they were obviously considering it. Suddenly, a voice ran g out. "No. We must give him a fair trial although I admit, it's more than he deserves." Javert felt a sigh of relief escaping his lips, glad that he may, though probably wouldn't, live to see another day. Just as the relief washed over him, he sank to the floor, then was kicked unconscious.

When he awoke, two men were in heated discussion. One was Marius, that blasted revolutionary who seemed, like the rest of them, to want Javert's blood. The other voice was one that Javert couldn't place, though he knew it from somewhere. They were talking about him, whether they should kill him or not. Javert could only hear certain words from their conversation, but it didn't seem good. "Fine! Kill him then!" The man yelled. Javert felt his heart skip a beat. He knew who this man was and now it seemed to all fall into place. Marc LePorte, the man who had mysteriously appeared back into his life, who he had let into his home, the very night before those animals had invaded it. Of course, he had to have had something to do with it, Javert just hadn't noticed it. The man continued "But see where it gets you! He may no longer be in the employ of the law but people still notice him! People will notice if he's gone and you can almost guarantee that word will get back to certain officers of the law that Javert associated with. Then, you will have a problem!" Marc yelled. Javert could hear a growl emitting from Marius. "What do you expect me to do? Let him go, after all he's done to us? He killed our families, Marc. He killed so many people that he should be begging for forgiveness! Instead he snarls and retorts, never once apologising!" Marius yelled back and this time, Javert could understand every word. "He was doing his job. His job was to stop the revolution that threatened his country, his king! He may not have picked the right path but he had no idea where it would lead him. This was the law's doing, not his own." Marc tried, beginning to sound desperate. "He was the law, back then." Marius said simply, before turning to Javert. He took off Javert's blindfold, which Javert had only just realised had been placed on him, and his fears were realised. All along, he had hoped he had been mistaken, that it hadn't been Marc. Now that he could see though, he could see it was Marc, plain and simple. "I'm sorry, Pierre." Marc told him but Javert simply turned his head away. Marius laughed humourlessly "Now you can see, Javert. Your friends will always betray you. Everyone you trust, you shouldn't." He told him and Javert cringed, wishing to speak, though the gag was on his mouth. Marius rolled his eyes. "It seems our prisoner wishes to speak." He muttered, while Marc removed his gag. As soon as he did, Javert tried to move away from him. "Get off me, you traitor!" He growled. Javert could feel hatred and fury rising in his veins. Marc backed away, frowning. "Pierre, I'm sorry. I had no choice." He said quietly. Javert couldn't even look at him. "There is always choice. You just picked the easiest." He said harshly. Marc sighed, trying to control himself. "Easiest? You think this was easy?" Marc asked and groaned. "Finding you was the easy part. Having to befriend you was easy. Betraying you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do." Javert let out a humourless chuckle. "But you still did it. You persevered for your 'friends'." He snarled. Marc growled "Friends? You think any of this was so I could help them?! I hate them! I've spent the last hour and a half trying to defend you!" He yelled at him. "Why can't you understand this? I did none of this because I wanted to! I did this so that you would have a fair chance! They told me that if I didn't get you here somehow, they'd just staight out kill you! I did this for you, not for me!" He said, sounding desperate. "They're going to kill me anyway, though." Javert said quietly. Marc sighed "They're discussing it." He admitted. "It's not sounding good." Javert nodded "So be it."

While Marc and Javert sat in somber silence, the revolutionaries had been discussing his fate. Many of them were in favour of just killing him, some of making him suffer and others, though not many, on letting him go. Many people were arguing their points, with it almost turning into conflict. At the end, however, they decided that letting him go was the best option, though they knew he could not go unscathed. They emerged from their hideaway, where Javert was waiting in silence, Marc sitting opposite him. They all stared at Javert, their eyes finding no other. Javert stared back, not letting his anxiety show. They all frowned, as if they were one, not several dozen. Marius quietly conversed with the head of the 'jury'. Javert tried to listen in, but he couldn't hear, they were too quiet, less than a whisper. Marius stopped speaking and looked at him. "You're sure?" He asked, skeptical. The man nodded, Javert's heart beating furiously. Marius sighed in defeat. "If you're sure." He said and turned towards Javert. "It seems we have no choice but to let you go." He said and Javert took a long breath, feeling more alive than ever. "But." Marius began and Javert felt stupid for ever expecting it to be over. "We cannot let you go unscathed. You understand that you have taken lives, though not with your own hands. We must get some repayment for this." Marc froze at their words. "You have killed our friends, our families. We must, to some degree, repay you for this." All at once, Javert knew exactly what they meant. He didn't like it.