Author's Notes: I can't promise that this'll happen again for a while especially with the end of school coming up fast. I hope everyone enjoys either way!

Adrien was so bored!

He laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling even though the sun was shining and realistically speaking, he should have been at school by now. Plagg was somewhere nearby, sleeping peacefully, and fully enjoying the time off even if his chosen didn't appreciate it. He couldn't transform so there went his escape. He was playing sick so there went everything else. Litter-ally. No shoots, no fencing, no Chinese, no school. Nothing. Even Marinette was out of his reach right now, busy running around Paris searching for Miss Translate for his sake.

He sighed at the thought. His skin crawled. Emerald Shield and Lady Fox would do their very best to protect her, he knew, but it didn't help his nerves; he was Chat Noir. He was supposed to have her back. The thought of him not being there made him really sick with worry. He sighed again.

"Awww is the love sick boy missing his sweetheart," Plagg teased. Adrien merely turned his head to face him, unsure what expression to give. The cat kwami stopped in his tracks. Usually he would get a glare or a tease back but this time, all he got was an emotionless face. This was completely out of character.

Now he was worried too.

Plagg floated down to sit on Adrien's chest, crossing his arms and legs. His tail switched back and forth as he considered the situation. Finally, he started, "Listen kid, you've got two options: One, sit here all day and do nothing or two, find something to make yourself useful."

Adrien raised an eyebrow at him. He floated closer to the kids head.

"Sitting here moping isn't doing you any good. I know you can't speak right now but finding something to do would be better than doing this. I trust Ladybug and Tikki. Both of them are strong and they'll get this resolved soon but until then, worrying and panicking and doing nothing isn't helping either." He smirked mischievously. "Say, why don't we go check your father's safe again? Nobody's in the house today and it would be a good time to take a closer look at the contents. I know you've been wanting to for a while now. You even said so in your sleep not too long ago."

That did it. The boy's face turned red and he lunged for the cat who merely flew out of his reach. Adrien glared up at him. He giggled and took off, phasing through the door. He muttered a curse under his breath and took off after him, slowing down every now and then to ensure that no one was in fact there and watching him enter his father's office without permission. He shut the door quietly and leaned against it with a sigh. There was humming coming from the safe. He approached it and just before he was able to touch it, it swung open, Plagg reappearing and looking as smug as he pleased. He rubbed his claws on his chest. "Good thing one of my previous holders was a lock pick. This lock is far too simple for a man like your dad." Adrien glared again but approached slowly.

The items were still there since the last time. There was a picture of his mother, the broach, a travel brochure to Tibet, some other odds and ends, but what really caught his eyes, was the old brown book.

When he'd taken it over a year ago, he'd lost it and thought it lost to him and his father forever. He had waited days for his punishment. It never came. He'd asked Plagg to help him out then too, breaking back in, only to find the book replaced, right back where it belonged and no one being the wiser that it had been taken.

He'd shut the door and vowed to never open again.

He was a liar and he knew it. The book's images had burned in the back of his mind- especially the ones concerning what looked like an ancient version of Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Hawkmoth. Clearly this book had something to do with the Miraculous but when he'd asked, Plagg only shrugged and said that Tikki would probably know more than him; asking her had only led to another "I'm not sure. It was written after we had returned to the miraculous until our next holder appeared." Now was his chance to really get a good look at them.

Pulling the book out, he set it on his father's desk. Page after page was filled with ancient script but the images were rather detailed. There was a Ladybug with her yo-yo. Chat and his staff. Hawkmoth and his cane. Volpina and her flute. Emerald and his shield. Next to each was also a picture of their miraculous: earrings, rings, pin, necklace, and bracelet. He made sure to note the information appropriately for the others when he returned to the ability to speak. He flipped a few more pages and paused. After Emerald, there was a yellow clad hero, a spinning top serving as her weapon, and a bee designed comb acting as her miraculous. He studied her. She was in a dynamic pose like the others, throwing her weapon out as if she were in combat, and her face was twisted in determination. She had long hair that was braided down and touched to just mid-thigh.

He couldn't read the secret script but he wondered who she was.

Adrien flipped the page and his heart nearly stopped. There was yet another hero on this page. They were clad all in blue and it was impossible to tell what gender they were from the outfit. It was tight fitting but had what looked like tail feathers coming off of the end that draped across the ground. Only, they were fanned out in the picture as this holder was jumping, throwing what looked like a hand fan off of the page. He mused that there must have been a special ability in them to turn them lethal, almost like Cataclysm did with his hand. He really stopped when he spied the miraculous for this hero. He jerked his head up, staring at the safe. Plagg, who had been oddly silent, smiled knowingly. The kid finally figured it out.

He raced back, flinging the door open, reaching up and slowly taking the pin from its perch. At first glance, it looked cool to the touch, but he could feel a bit of heat radiating off of the metal, like it was alive.

It felt the same as his ring.

Turning to Plagg, he raised an eyebrow, unable to ask his question. The kwami nodded. "Yeah, that's a miraculous. Duusu is the kwami for it. I don't know how or why your old man has it, but he does. I didn't realize it until the second time we opened that safe. I snuck back in not too long after that to confirm it." Adrien paused. He set the miraculous back on the shelf, turned, grabbed the book and replaced it as well. Plagg flew down close to his face. "Duuuuuude what are you doing? You're just going to leave that valuable information in the hands of your dad?" Adrien glared and nodded. Plagg sighed. "Fair enough but what are we going to do? It's not like you just ask your dad what in the world he's doing with a miraculous and book without exposing yourself as Chat Noir." That made him pause even more.

Before he could formulate a plan, the door gave a soft click. His face fell. Nathalie was here! He panicked, looking around for some kind of excuse as to why he was in his father's office, when suddenly, he remembered he was supposed to be "sick." Quickly, he opened his shirt for Plagg who flew in without complaint, and sat in the chair.

He placed his head on the table, closing his eyes.

All he could do was pray that whoever it was thought that he had just wandered from his room in a sick delusion or something.

It seemed to take an eternity for the door to finally open. There was no sound for a moment. He nearly jumped in surprise when a hand, cold and large, touched his forehead and stayed there for a few moments. Eventually it disappeared and the person who owned it, retreated quickly to the door. He cracked an eye to see who it was. He really nearly did jump out of his skin as he realized that his father, Gabriel Agreste, was the one who had found him.

He nearly groaned but swallowed it down.

What had been nervousness suddenly changed to straight fear when he heard his father's very distinctive voice call out, "Gorilla, cat Harold quiz!"

Another person appeared. There was no conversing after that but Adrien guessed that there didn't need to be as he was soon scooped up and taken out of the room. He barely cracked his eyes again to find that he was now being carried bridal style back to his room by his rather large and muscular bodyguard. Nathalie was at the bottom of the staircase. She looked between

Adrien and the office in a panic. She chose to follow them upstairs.

The Gorilla laid him down gently in his bed. Nathalie took over, tucking him in. When the job was done, they turned to leave and she made a very pointed fact of saying loudly, "Thank-you for your help. He must have wandered down in his illness. I hope he stays in bed for the rest of the day until the doctor can get here."

His door shut with a click.

Adrien sat up. Plagg flew out of his shirt and sighed as he faced the door. "Boy, that sure was a close one," he mused, turning to face his partner. He leaned his head quizzically. "Uh... what's got you looking all concerned?"

The boy had moved to the edge of his bed, sitting so that his feet touched the ground, and he leaned into his hands, elbows on his knees. His brow was tightened. The normally clear green of his eyes was hazy as he was deep in thought. There was no way he was going to convey everything to Plagg so he was left there in the metaphorical space of his mind.

The book.

The broach.

The odd behavior of his father after the Simon Says incident.

Now the language.

Nathalie had said the other day that his father had been at a meeting at the Agreste headquarters. That would have put him at the office building around the time that Miss Translate had attacked; so why then was he talking all scrambled? There shouldn't be any excuse considering the headquarter offices were on the other side of Paris, in the exact OPPOSITE direction from where the battle had taken place. Even if had been there, Emerald and Fox had cleared the area first before assisting with the akuma. They'd even done well to keep her contained to a certain area so they wouldn't have to worry about civilians getting hit with the blast.

In fact, the only person he'd seen get hit was himself...

He paused, his mind flashing back to the day of the fight. No. Not just him.

The blast had reflected.

Right back at Miss Translate.

What if doing that meant that... maybe it was stretching but what if Hawkmoth was hit too? He didn't know how but he was grasping at straws really and his mind was racing alongside his heart.

As soon as he got his words back, he had a lot of serious questions to pose to his friends.

He just hoped to goodness that his line of thinking was wrong.