A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but I HAD to update! Thanks to TwistedGoth again!

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Javert strode hastily down the streets toward the Rue de L'Homme Armé. He knew what he had to do; make a double arrest. He would arrest Montparnasse and Valjean when he arrived. He could wait no longer.

When the building Valjean inhabited came into view, he quickened his step even further before stopping in front of the door. Holding his head high, he knocked.

A breathless woman Javert supposed to be the maid appeared before him.

"What…can….I…help monsieur Inspector…with?" she asked, huffing and puffing. She had apparently rushed to the door.

"I must come in and speak with M. Valjean."

"I'm terribly…sorry, Inspector…but there is not…a M. Valjean here." She told him earnestly, regaining composure.

"I am certain that there is." He replied, gently pushing her aside and entering.

"M. Fauchelevant!" the maid called into the house. "You have a guest!"

Presently, there were footsteps heard coming down the stairs, and soon enough, Valjean appeared before them. He saw Javert, but did not change his grave expression, did not show any surprise at the event whatsoever.

Valjean approached Javert, and they held a gaze, well, more of a glare, for a time. Javert then seized him by the arm, saying "You are under arrest Jean Valjean."

Valjean said nothing, just continued staring into those cold, distant eyes.

"Where is the boy, Montparnasse?" Javert asked.

"We have no one else living here but myself, my daughter, and the maid. The young student went off on his own last night." Valjean replied coolly.

"Oh, I know he is here! There is no lying about it! I saw the boy following your daughter outside last night!" Javert replied impatiently.

"Last night?" Valjean replied, looking confused. "Euphrasie never left her bedroom last night…"

"Of course she did!" Javert spat. "She lies to you! She left the house and wandered the streets alone! That boy you had been housing, who your daughter claims to be 'Marceau something-or-other', was following her when I attempted to arrest him as the criminal Montparnasse! That is who he is! He is not a student, but a thief and a murderer! I bet they are in love! He lied to you as well, foolish old man!"

Valjean looked utterly speechless. "May I have a word with my daughter before I go, Javert?"

"No, you are coming with me now. Resisting arrest will only make matters worse for you and your daughter!"

By now, Toussaint was quite confused, and she ran as fast as her short, fat little legs could carry her up to the stairs to find Cosette.

"Cosette!" She called upon reaching the girl's room.

"Yes, Toussaint?" Cosette answered sleepily.

"Come downstairs with me." Said Toussaint hurriedly, grabbing Cosette out of bed. She had gone to bed fully clothed because she had been so horribly tired the night before. She had intended to change, but sort of fell asleep by accident.

The two jogged hastily down the stairs, just in time to see Javert handcuffing Cosette's father.

"Papa!" Cosette called in surprise.

"Cosette!" Valjean said, equally surprised.

Javert interrupted the little reunion, addressing Cosette, "Where is that boy you fancy? Montparnasse? Marceau? Whatever his name is! Where is he?"

"He left our home last night." Cosette replied honestly, tears in her eyes. "What is this all about? What are you doing with my father? Papa, what on earth is going on?" by now, the tears were rolling down her cheeks and her breath came in short puffs.

"Your 'father' is a convict who broke his parole and has been resisting arrest for a long time now. He is coming with me. The law will protect you, and to protect you, it must take this horrid man away from you." Javert sneered.

"No! He has been nothing but good and kind to me…and…papa it cannot be true! Tell me it isn't true!" Cosette cried, turning to her father.

Her father hung his head in shame. "It is true Cosette. I am a convict. I stole bread. I tried to escape. I have been hiding out. I must go now."

"No, no, no!" Cosette cried once more. "Not like this, papa, not like this! No!" she ran towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a feeble grip, clinging to him and sobbing.

Valjean kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sorry, Cosette. I must go now." And then he whispered in her ear so that only she could hear "And look underneath of my cot. There is a suitcase. Open it. All the money it contains was earned honestly, and the suitcase holds items of great importance to me." He kissed her on the head a second time.

"But where is the boy? Where is Montparnasse?" Javert asked very impatiently.

"I truly don't know Inspector." Cosette answered. This was the least of her worries at the moment.

"Come on, Valjean. Let's go." Javert gave Valjean a sharp kick and dragged him out through the door. Cosette could only follow sobbing and crying variations of "No, no, no, no! Not my papa! No!"

She cried and followed the fiacre they took down the road until she could stand no longer and collapsed into a sobbing heap in the middle of the road.