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"Another vodka?" Eames gestured to the empty glass in front of his companion.

John giggled. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Oh no." Eames raised his eyebrows. "Merely get you a bit...loose."

John giggled again. Eames checked his watch. He'd set up the "therapy session", telling Cobb and Fran to arrive as early as possible. He'd made coffee, and slipped a mild sedative in Arthur's. As soon as Arthur had slumped in the armchair, dozing off again, the doorbell had rung. Eames had let them in, told them he was meeting a contact, and left.

The idea of going back to the bar had occurred last night. Eames felt there was a rich vein of information lying there, and it could lead to the killer. Which, he thought frustratedly, was why he was sitting in a smoky, dingy bar with a drunken man giggling at him.

"I won't say no." John giggled again. "So...what're you saying?"

"I was wondering if you knew any men here called Michael." Eames pulled another cigarette out of the packet.

"Oh, sure...lots."

Eames leaned forward. "Can you-"

Suddenly, another figure appeared. Eames blinked as he took in the Point Man, dressed in dark blue suit, and with his hair slightly mussed. A fixed grin was on his face.

"Why, I didn't expect you!" Eames was genuinely taken aback. "I thought you were sleeping!"

"I woke up." Arthur gestured. "Will you move over-" he suddenly remembered Eames had called him Aaron on the first night they were there, so he came out with the first name he could think of "-Arthur!"

Eames' jaw dropped. "Oh, of course."

Arthur slid into the booth, pushing against the Forger. "You know if you're going to pick up young men, you tell me." He reached his hand under the table and squeezed Eames' knee. The Forger nearly dropped his glass.

"Oh, " Eames breathed in Arthur's ear, "never knew you-"

"Its for appearances," Arthur spoke through gritted teeth, close to Eames' ear. "I've already been in Fran's head this morning, why not pretend to get in your underpants?"

The Forger stifled a grin. "Whatever you say, darling. I am wearing clean ones."

Arthur turned ,and fixed his attention on John. He cleared his throat.

John giggled again. "I'm not into threesomes."

"Suits me." Arthur said calmly. "I'd just like to know why you're talking to my boyfriend. I mean, you can meet some real creeps in places like this-" he winced as Eames kicked him under the table.

"Tell me about it." John was starting to slur. "I met a creepy little guy a few weeks ago. Wanted to take me home, said his boyfriend would really like me."

"Why was he creepy?"

John shrugged, and smiled at Arthur through an alcoholic veil. "He was weird, man.

"Weird?" Arthur pressed on. "How?"

"He said his boyfriend liked violence. Liked it rough. Liked women as well. I'm not into that."

A jolt of electricity ran through Arthur. He looked at Eames.

"He liked women?" Arthur's tone was calm.

"Yeah." John was trying to drain the last dregs of his glass of vodka. "But...I can't stand guys like that. Don't know what they want."

"What as his name?" Arthur was trying to stay calm.

John looked confused. "Huh?"

"What was the name of the guy who offered to take you home?"

"Mikey."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mikey...can't remember his last name, sorry."

"What was his boyfriend's name?" Arthur was beginning to feel completely in control.

"He said he was called Rafe."

Arthur looked at Eames. "Thanks. Come on, Artie, lets get out of here!"

Eames followed Arthur dumbly, and didn't say a word until they reached the parking lot. Arthur unlocked the car, and gestured for Eames to get in.

"Don't say anything", he snapped, as the Forger opened his mouth.

"Wasn't going to." Eames shrugged. "Except, I'm apparently now you. Of course, I'll have to get some tailored suits and lose about 5 stone, but I'm sure the rest of the team will understand."

Arthur glared. "Stop it. Do you realise what we've just done?"

"Enlighten me."

"We've just discovered the potential identity – or partial identity – of the killer."

"Maybe." Eames rolled down the window and exhaled. He turned to look at the Point Man. "Did you enjoy your session this morning?"

Arthur kept his eyes on the road. "You mean, you convincing Cobb to bring Fran over to delve into my head?"

"Yep. Thought it was the best way. You wouldn't open up otherwise."

"You know Eames," Arthur commented as he steered down a side street. "I sometimes think you know me like a good friend."

"Thats because I am." Eames of inhaled again before flicking the stub out of the window. "So, how do you feel about seeing Ari?"

"Cobb can't let her come into this." Arthur gripped the wheel.

"It was just a projection."

"Yes, I know. And I know I said I'd protect her. But, its still a psychotic's mind. Look what it did to me, and it was only a projection."

Eames fell silent. They two men drove on towards the Warehouse.

Cobb swallowed some water. He was sifting through the files on Arthur's desk, scrutinising them, looking for anything he could find on the killer.

He bit his lip in frustration. Everything in the file was everything Fran had given to him. Dead end. He sighed and put his pen down.

"Hey up!"

Cobb looked up to see both the Forger and Point Man approaching. He smiled tiredly. "Hey."

Arthur didn't meet his eyes, but nodded. Cobb felt his chest tighten.

"So, where have you been?"

"Fishing." Eames lit up another cigarette. "For information. We think we may have found out part of the actual killer's identity."

Cobb leaned forward. "What?"

"Well," Eames begn, "we went back to the gay bar and-"

"You did what?" Cobb stood up, his face contorting. "Why? I thought I told the two of you not to do this again!"

"Dom," Eames spoke. "This case is going nowhere. We've already lost time. I wanted to do something to get it moving."

"And you were in on this?" Cobb turned to the Point Man.

Arthur nodded. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I felt like a victim myself!" Anger was starting to bubble up in the Point Man. "I went under, and my subconscious tormented me, making me think I could be just like that seedy little lowlife, that I could think like him! I was scared last night, and you saw that, and Eames, and Fran Roberts. I refuse to be a victim of this case as well!"

Cobb exhaled. "OK, I get you."

"Well, we do have a possible name." Eames chipped in. "And when you place me as the inside man, I should be able to find out more."

"Eames." Arthur spoke. "You're not going to be the inside man."

"What?" The Forger looked at him. "Come again?"

Arthur looked at them both.

"I'll do it. Just trust me."