Gabriel let out a sigh as he gazed out the window of the airport, seeing the private jet waiting for him on the tarmac. He could have left already, but something held him back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable with the idea of not seeing Madeline for a while. Or perhaps it had to do with the fact that he felt as if he started to become a part of something, somehow, where Night Wing was involved. It was obvious that she knew more about the Miraculouses than she wanted to talk about. If only he could get her to open up…

"Mr. Agreste," a voice said, breaking him out of his reverie. Gabriel looked up to see the pilot shifting from foot to foot as if from impatience. "Are you ready yet? The jet is waiting."

He nodded and finally got to his feet. The pilot took one of Gabriel's bags while Gabriel took the other—he didn't trust anybody with it except himself. After all, he packed that staff that was locked inside the display case just in case he'd need it for later. Though, he didn't know what for. The staff seemed like it needed to accompany him rather than collect dust inside the secret library.

A gust of wind hit him hard as he followed the pilot outside, taking him completely by surprise. What a windy night! It felt as if the wind could pick him up and blow him away!

Gabriel held tight onto his hat as another gust of wind hit him. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a storm coming. Thankfully, the pilot didn't seem at all concerned with that fact and instead helped Gabriel with his suitcase. However, when Gabriel turned to pick up the second suitcase, he took his hand off his hat for a moment and that's when the wind picked up. In a swift motion, his hat flew off his head and he quickly made a grab for it, but it dodged just out of reach.

The wind picked up again and Gabriel chased after the hat, but he froze right in his tracks as a graceful figure leaned down to pick it up for him. Did his eyes deceive him. Was that…?

"Madeline," Gabriel breathed, holding stock still in surprise.

She gave him an easy smile as she approached him and slipped the hat on her own head, stealing it from him completely. It was adorable how the hat was slightly too big and fell over her eyes. "Leaving without me, Gabe? I hope you still have room for one more in that jet."

He shook himself out of his daze as another gust of wind hit them both, and only then did he realize he was being completely rude. "Y-y-yes! O-of course! I'm so glad you decided to come!"

"Good, because I'm really looking forward to this trip."

Gabriel's face broke into a stupid smile as he tried to push down the excitement that bubbled in his chest. Not to mention the way his heart did a thousand backflips...

With a gentle hand to her back, Gabriel led Madeline up the flight of stairs that ascended into the aircraft. He could still hardly believe that this was happening. Madeline decided to come with him! To Giza! Was he dreaming?

Gabriel shook the drizzle of rain from his hair when they entered the jet, but he felt far too excited to even function. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say?!

"What made you change your mind?" Gabriel asked a little too enthusiastically.

"Oh, you know me. Ever the spontaneous one. I just thought now would be a good time to get awa—" She stopped mid-sentence as she gawked at her surroundings. Gabriel had even taken the least fancy jet they owned… But even then, he could see why she'd gawk. In just the main room alone, a couch lined one side of the wall accompanied by a television and stereo system. And on the other side was a dining area with four chairs. That didn't even do justice justice to the lavish kitchen stocked full to the brim with food and snacks or the fully stocked bar.

"Is this too much?" Gabriel cringed. All he wanted was for her to be happy and comfortable.

Madeline continued to gawk. "Are you kidding me?! I've only ever dreamed of being on a private jet. I just had no idea that they looked like this. I could die happy sleeping on this couch."

When she kicked off her shoes and sat down on the couch, Gabriel chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, you're not sleeping here, little missy." He took her hand and helped her to her feet. "You have your own room, you know."

Now Madeline's jaw practically hit the floor as he continued to lead her by the hand down the hallway. Gabriel had originally planned on sleeping in the larger room, but now that Madeline was here, he'd give it up without a second thought. After all, she'd enjoy it far more than he ever would.

The room had its own king-sized bed, complete with a jacuzzi tub and mini-bar in the corner. But Gabriel's favorite part of this room was the shelf lined with books. He actually filled the shelf himself with some of his favorites in order to pass the time on the long flight to Egypt.

"Gabe!" Madeline gasped. "This is way fancier than any hotel I've ever stayed at. Really, I'd be much more comfortable on the couch. You can sleep in here instead."

Gabriel chuckled as he reached for The Count of Monte Cristo and tucked it underneath his arm. He'd have to read this when he got a free minute or two. "There's a spare bedroom down the hall. But seriously. If I catch you sleeping on the couch, you're a dead woman."

Madeline laughed, her eyes still bright with both surprise and excitement. "Duly noted." She sighed happily and flopped backward onto the bed, sinking right into the mattress. "This is amazing, Gabe! I can't believe you get to live like this. I'd be lucky if I even got to see a private jet."

Sudden guilt crept up inside of him but he quickly pushed it back down. It wasn't as if he had a choice in the way he lived, but he was glad that it could make Madeline this happy.

Before he could answer her, a voice came over the jet's speaker at that moment. "Preparing for takeoff."

Sitting up abruptly, Madeline's eyes became wide. "Should I strap in?"

"Only if you want to. Flying private is a lot different than flying commercial. We'll be there in the morning."

At the same time that Gabriel took a step forward, Madeline got to her feet and at that moment, the jet jolted, causing him to lose his balance and knock right into Madeline. He instinctively wrapped one arm around her waist and used his other hand to brace the both of them against the wall as the jet rose higher and higher, gaining altitude by the second. He found himself gazing back into her large green eyes, heat filling his cheeks at her nearness. Wow, Madeline was so beautiful.

"S-s-sorry, I…"

Gabriel trailed off as a hint of blue and green caught his eye—ribbon that Madeline had tied onto the end of her braid. Not able to help himself, he trailed her braid through his fingers before the ends of her hair rested in his palm, giving him a closer look at the ribbons.

"Where did you get this?" he asked, confused. Either it was just one big coincidence, or these were the exact same ribbons he had tied onto Night Wing's gift.

"Nowhere!" she blurted, snatching her hair away from him as her cheeks suddenly got a warm, rosy glow. "Well, I mean I got them somewhere. The craft store! I got them at the craft store! Blue and green are my favorite colors."

Oh, so it was just a coincidence. Of course that's all it was. Unless she somehow found the ribbons in the dumpster, they couldn't be the same ones he gave to Night Wing. Duh. Now he felt stupid.

"The colors look nice on you," Gabriel smiled, politely stepping away to give her a little more space. "I guess I'll give you some time to get settled in. Though I hope you're prepared to do a lot of sightseeing this week because I have an insatiable appetite for discovery."

He grinned, but then his grin turned into a shy smile as he opened his mouth to say something more, but no words came out. So instead, he used his book to point out into the hall before he disappeared and shut himself inside the spare room to gather his bearings. Madeline was here! With him! In the jet! And they'd be spending a lot of time together just the two of them as they traveled through Giza. He didn't know whether he was lucky or if he should be freaking out. This still felt like a dream to him—an amazing, beautiful dream.

Gabriel forced himself to take a deep breath. Despite his excitement at her presence, he couldn't forget the real reason why he was here—he was going to get to the bottom of this Miraculous business once and for all.