One of my shorter chapters, but I really love this one. Just some team bonding moments for you all to enjoy :] Special thanks to bluebirdchaos for the lovely review! I really appreciate all of them you guys! The next chapter is written and it will explain all the questions you all have regarding our dear Eames and Estelle's past. I really can't wait for you all to find out! For now, enjoy chapter twenty-one!

Arthur knocked on Ariadne's door and found it to be unlocked. He pushed it open gently and saw her by her balcony window, hugging her arms around herself and staring off into the distance. He walked up behind her with his hands in his pockets, staring out alongside her.

"Nervous?"

"We're saving the world, Arthur," she turned to him, "Of course I am."

He took a hand out of his pocket and gently brushed away some hair from her face. He left his hand there and rubbed her cheek lovingly. She blushed but turned her head into his touch.

"I'll be there with you the whole time."

Ariadne smiled, "I'm glad."

They resumed looking out the window, a comfortable silence passing over them. Ariadne started thinking of when Estelle asked her if she had ever been in love. Thinking of how completely devoted Eames and Estelle were to each other sparked a warmth in Ariadne's heart. She turned to Arthur.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Arthur's eyes widened slightly as he kept staring forward. Eventually, a smile graced his handsome face. He looked over at her, locking his eyes with hers.

"Yes," he said, "Once."

She looked thoughtful, "When?"

Arthur turned so he was fully facing her and brought his hands to her hips. He gently turned her so that their bodies were parallel. He pulled her in close and secured his hands behind her back.

"Now."

Ariadne laughed lightly and blushed, looking down. Arthur brought one hand up and lifted her chin. He stared down at the beautiful girl in his arms and watched her smile. Then, she smirked.

"Quick," she told him with a mischievous look, "Give me a kiss."

He laughed and rolled his eyes before leaning down and fitting his lips with hers.

Cobb groaned and sat back in his chair. For once, he wasn't stressed about a job, but something else.

"There's no way I'm letting you beat me."

Yusuf smiled and looked down at the chess board in between them, "I don't see many moves you can make, Dom."

Cobb gave Yusuf a playful glare, "Ah, shut up."

Yusuf busted out laughing and leaned back, "Well, since we both know I'm going to win," he smirked, "Care to do something else?"

Cobb thought for a moment and then smiled, "I'm really good at pool."

Yusuf raised an eyebrow, "We'll see about that."

He couldn't remember the last time he had just hung out with a friend, but it made Cobb smile.

Estelle paced her room later that night, filled with jittery emotions. Tomorrow they were going to stop what could possibly become a nuclear war. She would be the first to admit that she was terrified, no matter how strong she appeared to be.

After trying and failing multiple times to go to sleep, she had resorted to walking aimlessly around her room in her little maroon nightgown. She remembered it being one of Eames's favorites and that thought made her smile. Anything that reminded her of her past with the handsome englishman made her smile. Except for the end. That made her cry.

"Oh, for God's sake," she mumbled to herself.

She grabbed her key from her nightstand and ruffled her hair with her hands. Making her way to the door, she thought of how much she missed him. How much she really missed him. The little things she missed, like laying in bed and just talking, holding hands during breakfast, playing chess and laughing together instead of going out, they were all things she wanted so badly.

She tiptoed down the hall, not wanting to alert her friends that she was out and about, even though the hotel was filled with other people. Finally, she reached his room. Instead of knocking, she tried the handle and laughed quietly to herself when she found it to be open.

"Never locking your damn door," she whispered to herself.

Estelle saw him sleeping in his bed, his arm lying over the empty space next to him, where she should be. She wondered if he always slept like that, after all those years. Three years of being away, did he still wish she was next to him? She knew she did.

Eames stirred and lazily opened one eye. He buried his head in his pillow slightly and smiled.

"I really love that one," he said in a groggy voice, referring to her nightgown.

"I know," she smiled.

He patted the empty space next to him and smiled sadly.

"I've been waiting three years for you to come back and fill this space."

Estelle couldn't help it. For what seemed like the millionth time, she started crying. She quickly walked over to the bed and climbed in, snuggling up to Eames as he wrapped his arm around her. He held her close as she rested her head in the crook of his neck. In that moment, everything was alright and nothing hurt.

"You don't have to wait any longer."