The morning after getting the news that the rest of the boys were coming home Louise woke up with a churning stomach, something she chalked up to having been drinking different types of alcohol all night. She fell to her knees in front of the toilet in almost a perfect mirrored image of the morning before, this time it was Hugo who was there to hold her hair (he had planned on taking a shower, but that could wait). She groaned and laid her head against the wall as Hugo gently let go of her hair and knelt down next to her. "I'm never drinking again." she said and he chuckled lightly. "I swear, Hugo, if you see me with any alcoholic drinks, I give you full permission to restrain me in any way."

"Come on." he said offering her his hands as he stood up. She took them and he lead her back to her room where she laid on the bed and he lightly touched her forhead. "You don't have a feaver.." he muttered and she shook her head.

"I'm just hung over." she said as she pulled a pillow over her face. "I feel like there's an entire Russian circus in my head." Hugo chuckled and then looked her over.

"How often have you been throwing up?" he asked and she shrugged.

"Pretty often." she mumbled. "Why? Think I caught something?"

"Might be a good idea to see a doctor." he mentioned and she sighed.

"I was afraid you'd say that." she said.

"It's not that bad." he said and she closed her eyes again with a sigh.

"See you in a few days." Louise said to the french doctor she had gone to see. She was- of course- speaking French and going under the triplet's surname- Sauvageau (which was the French version of Savage, much to her amusement). Stepping out of the doctor's office she sighed before pulling the list the triplets had made for her, along with some money, and walked to the store. After picking up what the guys asked for- a few groceries and a few things from the hardware store- she walked back to the house. Walking in like she lived there she found herself alone. After putting away the bread and few other things she walked downstairs where Albert was working hard as always. "Where is everyone?" she asked.

"Out." he shrugged. "Put your fringer there." he said gesturing to the top of a bomb he was wiring. She put her finger down on top of a bunch of criss crossed wires, a gesture that reminded her of someone tying a very dangerous bow. "How was the doctor's?"

"They asked me to come back in a few days..." she shrugged and paused. "When you say 'They're' out..."

"Hugo is upstiars." he nodded quickly. "I think Jacques taught him to use the radios."

"Right." she nodded as she pulled her hand away from the bomb.

"Feeling okay?" he asked before pressing his hand to her forhead.

"I'm fine." she said swatting at his hand. He chuckled and she smiled before nodding to the bomb.

"It's not active." he shook his head. "I will need your help later."

"Fine." she smiled and he nodded before she went to the staircase, pausing at a rack of clothes before she pulled a dress off and walked upstairs. "Hello." she smiled at Hugo who was downstairs pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Hello." he said looking her over. "What did the doctor say?"

"To come back in a few days." she said and he nodded as she went to the kitchen and started to cook. "Jacques taught you how to use the radio I heard?"

"Just to intercept." he said. "Nothing interesting is happening. Not now anyways." She nodded, this wasn't quite news. Things were quiet right now.

"I-" she was cut off by the kitchen door opening. Looking over at the door she smiled seeing Pierre and Jacques walking in looking slightly annoyed. "What?" she asked and Pierre sighed.

"Nothing." he said rolling his eyes. "Just a lead falling through."

"Of course it fell through, if you had listened to me and not listened to that asshole, like you always do-" Jacques shouted at Pierre who threw his hands in the air, it was obvious the two had argued the entire way home. "How was your appointment?" Jacques asked as Pierre walked out of the room.

"It was fine, guys, I'm not dying, I just have a stomach virus." she said rolling her eyes with a small laugh. "Jesus. Even the doctor said it was probably just a virus. It is going around you know."

"Okay, well, with the boys gone and you sick..." he shrugged before kissing the top of her head like he would a kid sister.

"Quit being so French." she smirked before pushing him off with a smile. "Go man the radio. I want to know if you hear anything about the boys."

"Are you cooking?" Pierre asked from the other room.

"Are you asking me to cook?"

"Well, if you are, there's a little shopping I'd like to do first." he said and she smiled. His kind of shopping usually differed from the kind of shopping she had done earlier, and she was always glad to help.