Week 2:

The room. Their bathroom. Their closet. Adrien remembered each of them in detail. After all the time he was there, he better remember. The hallway outside, the room in between, and the hospital. . . Even though he only saw each one briefly, he memorized them. He hoped it'd save her. So many things Adrien was forcing himself to remember all at once. His brain ached from it all.

Alya snored in her sleep. Her phone began to buzz. She snorted, half asleep, rubbing her eyes. With her hair touseled, Alya fumbled for her phone on her nightstand. She slid on her glasses and saw that Adrien was calling her. She groaned as she pulled herself out of bed. Alya zombily walked to Nino's bedroom. She leaned against the frame and knocked on the open door.

"Nino?" She said, yawning.

Nino squinted his eyes and propped himself up. "What?"

"It's Adrien again."

"Is he here?" Nino looked to his nightstand clock. 3:02 a.m.

"No. He's calling." Alya waved the bright screen.

Nino slammed his face down on his pillow. "Then let it ring!" A muffled shout came from his pillow. Alya fell back against the wall, sliding to the floor.

Adrien's pencil fell out of his grip, waking him from his daze. It was four in the morning and he had yet to sleep. He had been sketching a map of what he remembered from that place. He was nearly done, but did not want to stop until he was finished.

By now though, he had drew each room. He wanted to stay awake, but his eyelids continued to fall. Alya and Nino declined a few calls, so he only had Plagg to talk to. But he lost Plagg almost three hours ago when he was talking. Adrien gave him extra cheese to try to stay awake, but it didn't work. He was passed out on the foosball table with half a triangle of Camembert in his mouth.

Adrien turned back to his paper, gripping his pencil. He stared down at his paper, but his vision was blurred. He was focused, but couldn't concentrate. His lack of sleep was catching up to him fast and he hated it. Adrien sighed before swiveling out of his desk chair.

"Guess a few hours of sleep won't hurt us. Right, Plagg?" Plagg was still unresponsive. Adrien climbed under his covers. He stared up at the ceiling. "Maybe it will jog my memory."

Nino walked to his apartment door after a knock was heard. Adrien was at the door. Once the door was open, he held up a piece of paper in excitement.

"Hey Nin-"

Nino slammed the door in his face and walked back to the couch. "Yeah I'm not here right now." He picked up a magazine. "Come back another time. Please leave a message after the beep . . . "

"Nino!" Alya shouted, opening the door back up. "Be nice."

"Alya!" Adrien looked excited. "I did some more research. Well kind of. I drew up some designs. They're of the place I was in or part of it. Whatever I saw. But it's still something." He rambled. "Anyway, it could help us."

"Okay. Just slow down and come inside."

Adrien zoomed past her to where Nino was laying and sat in the chair across from him. "Anyway-"

"You called us at three a.m." Nino glared. Adrien gave a blank stare. "Why would you do that?"

"I don't know. I guess I just wanted to tell you the new information immediately. It's the first step that's brought us closer."

"Adrien." Alya tried to give a sincere smile. Nino sat up and Alya sat next to him. "Just refrain from calling so late . . . or early. We need to sleep too. Now what is this about a design?"

"I was up all night, drawing what I remember from the building I was in." He held up the picture. "From all the places I've been or what I've seen there, I wrote down. I figured we could scan it and look for places in Paris, or maybe even outside of Paris, that have a similar foundation structure. Then we might be able to find where I was and where Marinette is."

"You stayed up all night?" Alya asked.

"Did you even listen to what I just said? This is serious."

"Yeah, but you were rambling a bunch of sentences at once and you have huge bags under your eyes. And the smell." Alya held her nose. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I got like a hour or two at four. But-"

"Adrien." Alya walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Go get some sleep." He opened his mouth to speak. "Now."

"But we need to search for places-"

"Me and Nino can do that. I'm very good at hacking websites." Alya grabbed the paper, but Adrien held on. "Let go."

"But I want to-"

"No. Give it." She ordered.

"But-"

"Give it!" Alya growled. Adrien released the page, afraid. "There. Was that so hard?" She gave a scary smile. "Now . . . I'll go clean up my room real quick and you can sleep in my bed. You need to be well rested when we find Marinette. If you really want to save her, you'll get some sleep. If you don't, we won't help you look." Alya smiled. "Now don't worry about us. You can sleep in all you want. If anything, I can sleep on the couch tonight."

Alya walked off to her room. Adrien looked at Nino.

"I don't want to take her bed." Adrien stated.

"I might be best if you did." Nino closed his magazine. "I think you hit a nerve with her. She might actually kill you. And if you're out here, you'll only make it worse and annoy the crap out of us. I doubt you'd sleep if you were right next to the new research."

"But why don't you two sleep in the same bed? I feel bad if she's on the couch."

"Alya wants to wait till marriage. And honestly, it's not that big of a deal. I love her to death and want her to be happy."

"Okay, my room's all fixed up." Alya said, skipping back in the living room with a pillow and extra blanket. She threw her stuff next to Nino. "You aren't getting my favorite pillow."

"Are you sure about this? I could help you guys."

Alya set the design on her desk and turned to him with a blank stare. "Just get in the bed." She gritted her teeth.

Adrien walked to the bedroom. "Only a few hours. I don't need that-"

"No. If you don't sleep or sleep long enough, I will lock you in there." Alya crossed her arms. "And if you're locked in there, we can't show you any new research. And if you call out your kwami thing, I'll burn this building down and all the evidence with it."

Adrien left to the room despairingly and closed the door.

Nino set a steaming cup of tea on Alya's desk and sat in a chair facing her.

"So, anything new in the ten minutes I was gone?" Nino asked, sipping his cup.

"Not really. I can't find a match for this design Adrien gave us at all!" She groaned. "I checked all of Paris."

"What if this place isn't in Paris?" Nino suggested.

"Based on all of our evidence and the labels Adrien put on this picture, I don't see why it wouldn't be." Alya looked through her notes. "These people had to of known them and the miraculous heroes are only in Paris right now, so it's really odd for an outsider to know so much."

Nino picked up the design. It was now in a clean page protector. "What if this place is in Paris, but . . . hidden? Like . . . there has to be construction plans for this, but maybe they were covered up or something. Some things are kept private, but you can't hide it all. The contractors and neighbors would need to know something. It can't all be a secret."

"With enough money it can be kept a secret." Alya typed.

"There's gotta be something. Adrien did give us some useful information. We knew nothing a year ago. We just need to keep looking."

"Maybe. But if this place is that hidden, it could be anywhere. I'd need some sort of clue beforehand."

"Well, Adrien said they got room service and they got whatever they asked for, so . . . this person must be rich or have a lot of savings. Plus, they must have lots of staff or workers."

"Adrien did label everything. This place isn't abandoned or poor. It is precisely designed down to each detail. Each room is fancy and updated. Almost like a business. Maybe some corporation wanted them for some reason."

"I don't have any clue what sort of business would want them. The only greedy, rich people are the Bourgeioses, but Chloe's mellowed down and I don't think the Mayor would do that. Maybe some small business that wants to use them for profit."

"Anything's possible, but we can't completely rule the Bourgeoises out." Alya put her hand on her chin for a minute, staring at her computer screen. "Wait! Nino! You're good at maths. Try to guesstimate the costs of all this. If we get a number range, we have a better chance of finding the right place."

"But this isn't even all of it. It's just a sector of the building. How am I supposed to get the right price?"

"Adrien counted the number of rooms and he described more than one of them. We can double what you find. I'm sure we'll get somewhere from that alone. Even if we find like ten places with the same few rooms, that's still something."

Nino adjusted his glasses and sighed. "I guess I'll try."

"Thanks." Alya kissed him on the cheek.

"Nino!" Alya shouted. Nino lifted his head from her desk, the pencil stuck to his cheek falling.

"What?" He blinked.

"I found something."

"Well that's good." He yawned. The clock on the wall said 8:00 p.m. "What is it?"

"Nino, this is serious! You can't waste precious time sleeping."

"Okay." He slid his glasses on. "What did you find?"

"Those rooms are in the Agreste mansion." She swiveled to him. "They match up almost perfectly.

"Uh no. Don't you think Adrien would know these rooms? Or at least recognize something? That's his own house after all. No, it can't be."

"Not since there's a secret basement. It was covered up a long time ago when contractors built it." Alya turned her computer screen towards him. "With your estimates and me hacking the system, there were only two people in Paris who spent that kind of money. And it has to be Gabriel Agreste."

"Wait, who was the other person? We can't rule them out yet."

"Andre Bourgeois. But he built his own small, private airport. His wife was tired of having to share an airport with people, so he had one built." Alya's printer started printing a few pages. She grabbed them as they finished and handed them to him. "These designs are of the entire Agreste mansion with the basement." Nino skimmed through them. "And this is Adrien's design. I scanned it into my computer and here is the actually basement layout." Alya moved her curser. "This is his design put on top of the real one. Adrien missed one door and he was a little short of the distance between the hospital room and their room, but they're almost identical."

"Is the interior the same as well? The flooring, tiling, any furniture?"

"I don't have any furnished images, but the interior seems to be the same. The only thing that changed was . . . two years ago. A lot of wooden doors were replaced with high security metal doors and the mansion was given even more security."

"But why would Adrien's dad do all of this? This is his son. Why any of this?"

"Well I have a prediction." She turned her computer back to her. "Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth. He has to be. And I would know. I ran the Ladyblog for four and a half years. With everything I've gathered, there isn't much of a chance that he isn't."

"Maybe he's just a psychopath." Nino suggested. "Maybe he just didn't want Adrien to ever leave. Like, if he's kept locked in a room, he can't escape. Maybe he's afraid of being left alone since his wife is gone."

"He left Adrien alone for most of his life and didn't spend time with him, so I don't think that's the case."

"Well I don't know how psychopaths think. But it does seem to make sense that it was him." Nino looked at the closed bedroom door. "Should we tell Adrien? He's gonna be so mad."

"No. We should let him sleep." Alya looked to the door. "He can't handle this truth right now. He'd never sleep again if we told him at the moment."

"He's been asleep for like ten hours."

"That is a long time for a nap, isn't it?" Alya got up and walked to her bedroom. Nino followed. She creaked the door open to see Adrien passed out. "He's still asleep. Must have been really exhausted."

"Let's just leave him."

Alya closed the door. "We'll tell him later."