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It wasn't long for news of d'Artagnan's plight to run it's course around the garrison, even with the early hour. Everyone was up and ready to form a search party in a matter of minutes. While no one liked to be disturbed from their slumber at this time of night, for this they would make an exception. This was for one of their own, and they wouldn't rest until he'd been found.
Treville headed down the stairs to split up and give orders to the men already gathered, while Aramis went to wake his brothers. Even dead drunk Athos and Porthos would have his head if he tried to exclude them. This was their youngest, their little brother, and they would do anything to find him.
Aramis pushed open the door to a sight that at any other time he would have found amusing. Pothos was laying on his stomach with Athos sprawled sideways along his back, feet hanging off the bed. Porthos was snoring into the pillow that was pressed tightly to his face, while Athos was mumbling in his slumber. Whether it was something nice or a nightmare of the past, Aramis didn't know.
Aramis stepped towards the bed, lightly tapping Porthos' arm which was trapped beneath Athos' legs. He stepped back, knowing that if he were any closer he might end up with a bloody lip or nose.
Porthos felt a foreign touch to his right arm and jerked awake. He nearly panicked and started a fight at the weight pinning him down but soon relaxed. He could hear Aramis soothing him from somewhere off to the side and Athos' mumbles of discontent at being woken so rudely above him. He shifted slightly and rolled, sending Athos off him and crashing into the wall and the other side of the bed. Porthos would've laughed at the look on his face had he not still been half asleep and his head hadn't been aching so much. He turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of the Spaniard before frowning. He didn't look his usual suave and calm self. If anything, he looked outright scared in way that only meant trouble. He pushed himself onto his elbows, easing his body up against the headboard so he could get a better view of him and also ease the strain on his lethargic body.
Aramis waited a moment for the two to get settled slightly, even though he wanted to run out and go searching. He wouldn't do it without them unless he had to. Once Athos had himself settled, subtly leaning against Porthos' larger frame Aramis spoke.
"d'Artagnan's gone missing. We don't know for how long or if someone took him again." He stated as matter of factly as he could, though anyone who knew him well could hear the tremor and break in his voice. Porthos and Athos sat up straighter in their spots, fury and concern overwhelming them. They only just barely held themselves still enough to wait for the rest of what Aramis knew.
"Treville is setting up search parties and spreading them across the city and countryside. A few men are staying here to guard and be on the lookout and a few went..." Aramis trailed off for a moment, his composure cracking. Once he'd gotten himself slightly more put together he continued speaking softly.
"A few men went...went to the morgue. Treville wanted to cover all of our bases just to be sure." He finally got out. He didn't want to find the lively young man they called brother in the morgue. He didn't even want to think it, even though he understood Treville's concerns. They had no clue what happened to the Gascon.
"Rochefort." Athos growled out, shoving himself into a standing position. He brushed aside Aramis hands and concern when he wavered slightly and headed straight for the chair on which his clothes were held. He pulled on his breeches and boots, just getting to his shirt when he realized that Porthos was doing the same. Aramis sat silently as they dressed, waiting as patiently as possible for them to finish. No one wanted, no one could do this alone.
The trio rushed from the room and down the stairs heading for the horses. They didn't pay attention to Treville's shouts for them, and only just remembered to thank the stable boy for already having their horses saddled and ready for them to ride out. They'd almost made it out of the garrison, when three sets of hands grabbed the reins to their horses and pulled them to a stop. All three went to glare at their Captain, only to deflate at the look on his face. The worry and concern on the Captain's face showed he was just as panicked as they were, just better at hiding it. They allowed themselves to be led back towards the courtyard and dismounted, defeatedly sinking onto the benches. Aramis pulled off his hat to spin it around in his hands at the silence that followed.
Treville stood in front of the trio, seeing and understanding the grief that was hovering over them. They'd only just gotten the lad back, even if he didn't remember them. And now, he was gone again. He knew they wanted to run off to find him, but he couldn't let them do it unthinkingly and without caution. He knew they would've gone straight for Rochefort, and to be honest, he didn't blame them. Not after the revelations that had happened recently. But he knew they needed more proof than suspicion to search the man's residence.
"I know you wish to go after d'Artagnan, and I won't stop you. But I will make sure you do it with your heads on straight and logic at the forefront. I won't be able to help you if you storm Rochefort's estate with nothing to go on. And yes, I know you could say that you know he kidnapped d'Artagnan, but he could just say that he'd found him injured and took care of him, letting him choose his own name and path. And the King would believe him, what with all the trouble going on. So please, I ask of you, don't run into this rashly." Treville said. He meant what he said, he wouldn't stop them from looking. But he'd damn well make sure that they knew what they were doing.
Just then shouts started rising up from the guards at the gate, letting him know that one of the parties was back. The four of them rushed over, determined to see if they'd found the Gascon. The small crowd that had gathered let them through to the front, but stayed close to hear the verdict also.
A quick glance told them that the lad wasn't with them, but the grim looks on the riders faces said they'd found something. Treville felt his heart sink into his stomach when he recognized the men as the ones he'd sent to the morgue.
Everyone waited with bated breath as the riders caught their breath enough to tell them what they wanted to know. They both flashed apologetic looks the Inseparables way, before turning to the Captain.
"We just came from the morgue...and they say they have someone matching his description there. His body just arrived."