To yellow 14: Queen Bitch isn't Chloe's default personality anymore, but it's still there when she needs it!

To Butterfly: Chloe can definitely get some stuff done when she needs to! Other stories have used glamour magic to explain the fact that people don't recognize the heroes, but I actually haven't. Other than the fact that Kwamis can't speak their holder's name, the only "glamour" I've ever used is "expectations": You know you're talking to Ladybug, so you don't really notice how much she sounds like Marinette.

To StarDaPanda225: I do enjoy that!

Julia didn't mind going out on patrol for the Heroes of Paris. She had come to Paris with Marinette and Adrien back in the spring to help them track down the Dinosaur and Bear Miraculous which had been stolen by the villain they called "Lynchpin." By the time she had arrived, it had turned out that this Lynchpin had an additional two miraculous under his control. Under the circumstances, it was only right for her to help them track down these evil miraculous users by using her ability to sense active miraculous. And what better way to do that than by running around the city with them on patrols?

Unfortunately, it was a little easier said than done. While she had encountered several of Lynchpin's miraculous users and could pick them out when their miraculous was active, she still hadn't gotten a sense for the Bee Miraculous yet. And locating them when they were transformed only did so much good. But despite her repeated forays around Paris with Marco, she still hadn't met any of the miraculous villains untransformed. Although she longed to return to Peru now that Pablo had called off his mission, leaving now would feel too much like giving up.

So yet again she tucked Marco in his bed, read him a bedtime story, kissed him goodnight, and left with Mettli. "Do you think we'll find anything tonight?" she asked the Kwami, leaning against the wall of an apartment building a quarter-mile from the Mansion.

Mettli shrugged. "I don't know. But I'm not sure which is worse: fighting Rexx or not fighting Ursaa."

Julia nodded, her mouth set in a firm line. "I wish we could put our pack back together, too. I promise we'll find them."

"I know you'll do your best." Mettli patted her cheek.

She sighed. "Mettli, Call the pack."

A couple minutes later, Lupa Gris arrived at the meeting spot along the Seine just as Taureau Dechaine jogged into view. "Bonsoir!" she called, grinning easily. "And how are you this evening?"

"Not too bad," he replied. "Somehow Multiplice and I managed to actually get our homework done on our 'study date' this afternoon, so I'm actually ready for school tomorrow."

Lupa Gris chuckled. "I suppose that's a good thing, considering how late these patrols can go!" She led the way down the quay before veering off into a residential area bordered by tall apartment buildings. She sighed wistfully. "I remember one time just after Pablo and I started dating when we had a languages test coming up and wanted to have one of those 'study dates'… There was far more 'dating' than 'studying' involved. But I was okay with failing that particular test!"

Taureau Dechaine was quiet for a minute as they ran side-by-side. "How do you do it?" he finally asked. "Balancing both being heroes with having a family, I mean."

Lupa Gris frowned. "I don't know that we really have it all figured out," she admitted slowly. "Sometimes a problem arises and we have to handle it immediately, ignoring the plans we had already made. Sometimes we miss things and Marco grows up a little more while we're not there. There are days I feel pulled in all directions by my responsibilities in Peru, helping your group, trying to be a mother… Being away from my husband for so long when we were both on assignments wasn't easy – nor was it easy on him to be away from both of us." She shrugged. "Ultimately you do the best you can and rely on the support you have – Lise has been a huge help with that; I don't know if I could have managed for so long without her."

Taureau Dechaine hummed pensively.

She stared at him suspiciously. "Are you and Multiplice–?"

"Oh, no," he insisted, flushing. "I mean–not right now, at least." He sighed. "But I know she wants to have children some day. And what kind of life is this for raising a child?" Lupa Gris raised an eyebrow. "Um… no offense."

She laughed as they crossed another street and jogged past a maternelle. "My parents raised five children while both working fulltime," she told him. "There were many days before the Guardian recruited me when I was responsible for feeding my siblings because my parents would be home late. It wasn't easy for them, but we turned out alright. And while it isn't easy for Pablo and me, I can tell you that the challenge is worth it. We wouldn't trade what we have for the world."

"I suppose–"

Lupa Gris held up a hand to cut him off, cocking her head to the side. She turned around once, closing her eyes and focusing in on the sounds she was hearing. There. Her eyes shot open and she darted back across the street toward the maternelle. There was a small park next to the school with a few pieces of equipment and a couple benches. She made a beeline straight to the farthest bench and skidded to a stop less than a meter away. The soft sobbing that had drawn her attention stilled suddenly. "It's okay, niña," she cooed.

The child had her knees drawn up to her chest, a thin trail of mucus trailing down from her nose to stick to the knee of her pants. She looked no more than three or four years old, with a light blue barrette in her short black hair. She stared up at Lupa Gris, her eyes wide in fear.

Lupa Gris lay down on the sidewalk and looked up at the girl, smiling calmly. "Hi! I'm Lupa Gris! Are you lost?" The girl nodded mutely, her lower lip quivering. She shivered and squeezed her knees even tighter. "You look cold," Lupa Gris observed, holding a hand out to the girl. "If you come out, we can get you home and warmed up."

The girl sniffed but made no move to leave her spot under the bench.

Lupa Gris removed her war club from its place on her back and set it on the ground between them. "Have you ever seen one of these before?" she asked. The girl shook her head. "My son's about your age, and he just loves playing with it. If you can come out, I'll let you hold it."

The girl slowly crawled out from under the bench and picked up the war club. Lupa Gris shifted to sit cross-legged on the sidewalk, and the girl sat down in her lap, hugging the war club to her chest. "There we go sweetie," Lupa Gris whispered soothingly. Heavy pounding footsteps from behind them had the girl twisting around to see who was coming. She gasped on catching sight of Taureau Dechaine. "No, no, it's okay," Lupa Gris assured her. She leaned closer and whispered, "He's really just a big teddy bear!" The girl giggled.

A new voice interjected itself over their communicators. "What can you find out about this girl?" asked Turing.

Lupa Gris turned to the girl. "So where do you live, niña?"

The girl shrugged and burrowed into Lupa Gris' lap. "I–I don't know."

"Tell me about your maman and papa."

"P–papa works in a big office, but he really doesn't like it," she confided. "Maman doesn't work; she stays at home with me." There was a click as Taureau Dechaine took a picture of the girl. "Maman and me came to the park after lunch today. Maman talked to Claude's maman, and I played with Claude and Renée and Martine and–"

"And where did maman go?" asked Lupa Gris, interrupting her gently.

"I–I don't know," sobbed the girl, rubbing her eyes. "I heard her calling, but we were playing hide-and-seek and I didn't want to lose! But then she was gone!"

"I may have something," Turing reported. "There is a report of a missing child fitting her description, and it includes a name."

Lupa Gris listened quietly and wiped away the girl's tears with one finger. "Sweetie," she asked, "is your name Isabelle?"

The girl nodded, wide-eyed in surprise.

"Okay, Isabelle," Lupa Gris told her, standing up and picking Isabelle up carefully. "Do you want to go home and see your maman?"

"Uh-huh."

"Isabelle Bonnaire lives just one block north of your location," Turing told them.

"Let's get you home." Lupa Gris shifted the girl's weight on her hips, but she started to squirm.

"I want him to carry me," she announced, pointing at Taureau Dechaine.

Taureau Dechaine started, but broke out in a wide smile. "I think we can arrange that," he told her as Lupa Gris passed the girl over. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hugged him tightly, Lupa Gris' war club still clutched in her hand.

"I think you have a fan," Lupa Gris observed to him as they slowly turned up the street to the north toward the girl's apartment building.