A/N: Sorry for the delay. Things got really busy, but we are back on track now! Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who reads/follows/favorites/reviews this story. You can ask my fiancé…every time I see those numbers go up, I do a little happy dance So help me get some exercise this holiday season and review/favorite/etc….I do not own any characters except for Borin and Cederic.

Littlefinger sat in an overstuffed chair, staring into the flame of the only lit candle in his solar. He should have made it back by now. Anxious as ever to see his plans move forward, Lord Baelish would move from his chair to the window and look down below into the streets of Kings Landing, hoping to see the man with proof of Sansa's escape and information as to which direction the escapees were traveling. The man who called himself Cederic had been a lucky break for Littlefinger. He was confident that he would have found out about Sansa and her whereabouts, but that would have taken time. After having been found trying to flee the city after the riot, the City Watch brought Lord Stannis' man to the Black Cells and interrogated him for hours. It was easy to make him turn his allegiance in a more profitable direction. Cederic spoke freely after being offered gold in exchange for the information he knew and it made the task of finding the fugitives less daunting.

Joffrey had made it very clear that he wanted more than a torn slipper to prove that Sansa was alive and had escaped the city. Cederic must have found something that is truly valuable to me if he was going to be riding at such a fast pace. The fact remained, though, that he still had not shown up. Littlefinger paced his solar and began to think of what he would do if Cederic never showed when the sound of the brothel's heavy door screeched open and was shut just as quickly. The sound of the bolt sliding into place echoed throughout the building.

He made his way into the hallway and placed himself at the top of the stairs, trying to appear nonchalant and calm. Cederic finally came into view and took to the stairs two at a time. "Milord, I apologize for the delay. I mean no disrespect by comin' to ya so late."

"My friend, it is quite alright. Join me in my private solar and we can discuss your little adventure," Lord Baelish gestured with a sweeping arm.

The two men walked into the room and Cederic immediately took a seat while Littlefinger secured the door, confident they would not be disturbed. He poured some wine into a goblet and handed it to the cloaked man who drank like one who had spent months in the Red Waste. Littlefinger sat in a seat opposite of Cederic and spoke in a soft voice, "I want to know everything that happened, but before you begin, I want to see the little gift you brought me."

"Aye, it's a right pretty trinket. Could have sold it, kept your gold and been on my way. Though I won't have it said that Cederic doesn't keep his word!" The weary traveler laughed heartily and reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded handkerchief and held it out to Lord Baelish.

He took the dirty linen from Cederic and carefully unwrapped the package to reveal a necklace. Good gods! Lord Baelish looked up at Cederic and back down again. He held Lannister gold, the necklace Joffrey had presented to Sansa that was an exact copy of Cersei's. To his knowledge, there were only two such necklaces in existence. Cersei owned one and if it was still in her possession, the other had to be Sansa's.

Littlefinger tried not to let his excitement show. "You did well. Now tell me what happened."

"Well, I went out with some sellswords and after a day or so we found their trail and came across an inn late at night. I figured they had to 'ave stopped there, traveling with a woman and all. We snuck in real quiet and ran across the innkeeper. I asked him real nice where a pretty lady was stayin' and he told me the room at the end hall, after some persuading. Not wanting to spill innocent blood, I sent him on his way and he barred himself in the kitchen. Me and my men walked up the stairs and found that room. Good thing, too, otherwise I would have had to have some words with that fat innkeeper. One time I stayed at this inn up North, can't remember its name, but that fat innkeeper didn't know how to treat his guests right and he—,"

"Cederic, please just stick with the important details for the time being," Littlefinger said, annoyed.

"Uh, right. Anyways, so when we tried the door it was locked. I thought to myself 'Not a problem' and one of those bigger sellswords was able to break down the door. Well, it didn't actually come down, but it swung open and there I see two guys. One of those fellows was huge and I recognized him as the Hound. Even if I hadn't of helped Borin rescue him, I would have known those scars anywhere. Lord Stark looked just as sickly as ever, but his daughter. Good gods is she beautiful! I remember how the sun made her hair shine. Reminded me of a girl back home I was set on marrying when I was a lad. Pretty little thing she was. Kissed by fire as well, that one. Wouldn't ya know it, she got herself with two bastards now and I says to myself, 'Cederic ole boy, you sure are lucky to have escaped that one'. The man she married isn't the father and no sir, I won't be havin' no wife of mine lie down with another man. My own brother had some problems—well, I guess that is another story for another day," Cederic said as he saw Littlefinger's impatience.

"So there we are, fighting these two men, and let me tell you Lord Baelish, those men are fighters! Stark killed off one of those sellswords right quick and the Hound looked like he was actually trying to defend the lady. Who would of thought? The fierce Hound defending a lady. If I hadn't of seen it with my own eyes that day of the riots, I would've thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. It is one thing to know his reputation, but to see it up close it not something I want to repeat. One of my men tried to stick him in the gut, but he moved out of the way and broke the man's jaw with a single punch! Those Cleganes sure have a talent for killin'. At that point I knew we were lost and we turned to run. Thought my word would be good enough proof for ya, but then I saw that necklace just lyin' on a table and lucky thing too! Seemed to have made your day," Cederic said while laughing and holding out his goblet for more wine.

Littlefinger grabbed the decanter and filled the goblet to the brim. It was drained within seconds and Cederic wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I ran outside and the other man—what was his name now? Whitty? Willy? Oh, I got it. Willard. Anyways, Willard was caught from behind and I never did see him come out. The Hound followed me and I could swear he was the Warrior himself. Well, lucky thing that Cederic thinks ahead! See, I got this nice crossbow and I kept it ready to fire, just in case. Shot at him after mounting my horse."

Littlefinger sat up in shock, "You killed the Hound?"

"Naw, that man has quick reflexes. Dodged that bolt same as he dodged that one guy's sword. Thing is, my hood fell down after I shot and my horse reared up. Hound recognized me."

"So they know they have been betrayed?"

"Yes sir and if I was them, I would be pretty careful from now on. My guess is they won't head straight to Winterfell after meeting me."

"This is brilliant Cederic! Tomorrow, I will take you to see the King and we can present this information to him. He is, after all, desperate to see his fiancée safe."

"Of course milord, but there is one thing I think you should know."

"There is something else?" Littlefinger asked curiously.

"Aye, there is. When I was in that room, I saw a lot of provisions for a group that left the city in such a hurry and in secrecy. Don't know if it means anything, but it makes me think they had someone here who helped them escape."