My apologies. I wanted to get this chapter perfect for where the story is heading and it took a little longer than I anticipated. Enjoy!

It was six in the morning as Gabriel Agreste sat looking at the family photographs that had been unearthed at his request while eating his breakfast. His hand absentmindedly reached out to the seat next to where he was sitting, while he gazed at a picture of his wife sitting in that spot nursing their son when he was no more than six months old. The light cascaded over her in the afternoon sun as it spilled in from the large window, giving her an almost ethereal glow, and Gabriel could remember the moment as if it was yesterday. Her soft smile, beaming down on their sleepy baby boy, still warmed his heart, and the older Agreste felt he was able to appreciate the memories he had more now that he had accepted that she was not going to be coming back.

The realisation still broke his heart, but the man acknowledged that once he had let her go, he could actually begin the much needed healing process which, in turn, would benefit both him and Adrien. The present was what he wanted to and needed to focus on, not the past and what could have been. This would be the first picture he would find a home for in his cold and minimal house, and Gabriel already thought he had the perfect place for it.

Flipping through more of the memories caught on film, the designer missed the new addition to the room as he got lost in another fond memory from their years together. It was only when a hand rested lightly on his shoulder that the man realised he was not alone, and he turned to gaze up and over his shoulder at shiny green eyes.

Adrien.

His son who had needed him so desperately, yet had been pushed aside while his quest to obtain the two elusive Miraculous' powered on, stood staring at the pictures on the table. Gabriel noticed his son's eyes beginning to water and placed his hand comfortingly over his and gave it a light squeeze before gesturing for Adrien to sit beside him.

"I'm looking for pictures to put up," Gabriel went back to browsing through the pages, "not the original copies, as they are too precious, but I'll have duplicates made to display. Would you like to choose some?"

Wordlessly, Adrien nodded his head and reached for one of the albums before Gabriel stopped him. The blonde flinched and the older man chastised himself internally for not explaining his intentions better. "Once we have spoken to the police, I would like us to go through them, together."

The shaky inhale Adrien took as his shoulders relaxed was enough of a signal to tell Gabriel that Adrien had not been expecting that proposal at all. The blonde smiled tearfully while he nodded gratefully, "I-I would l-like that very much. Th-ank you, father."

The older Agreste managed a small soft smile as Adrien's breakfast was placed in front of him. Gabriel knew this was the start of a fresh beginning for them both, and he was determined to go forward being the best possible father he could be.

After half an hour of pleasantries over food, Gabriel glanced at his son through the corner of his eye to gage the young man's reaction to his new found want to tease his son. "So you and Miss Dupain-Cheng were very cosy last night?"

Gabriel was glad the photo albums had been closed and moved away from the firing line of Adrien's spluttered out coffee. The blonde took a moment to compose himself, but Gabriel finally took pity on his reddening son when giving him a pat on the back to help dislodge the offending liquid.

"I think it would be excellent if you two ended up together." He continued in the hopes of lessening Adrien's shock, but his words only had his son gaping soundlessly at him. "You are obviously very fond of her, as she is of you, and I am only wanting to give you my blessing, if you feel you need it."

The blonde finally closed his mouth and cleared his throat into his balled up fist. "Tha-thank you, father."

"I am no prude," Gabriel took on a more stern expression when finishing his sentence, "but I trust you will take appropriate steps and court her properly before you take your relationship to the next level-"

"Father! I-"

A wide eyed and highly embarrassed Adrien was cut off by a squeak at the doorway to their dining room, and Gabriel could not help the small smile that graced his face. "Ah Miss Dupain-Cheng," he called over to the beat red young woman, "would you care to join us for breakfast? Nathalie is just about to call the police to put everything into motion for what we hope to achieve today."

Roger Raincomprix was a respected member of the Parisian Police Department. When he was asked for personally, especially at seven in the morning, it was usually due to a major incident, an executive decision that needed to be made, or the mayor requiring his presence, not because of an Instagram post! This was lower level officers' duties as far as he was concerned, and not something that required his attention.

Of course, that was his initial thought after finding out who had been the one to request his presence immediately and also having prior knowledge of what Miss Rossi had claimed the night before… then he sat down with Miss Sancoeur and the multiple pieces of information they had gathered over a short time period. To find out that Adrien Agreste, son of fashion mogul Gabriel Agreste, had been subjected to sexual harassment by one of his fellow classmates was shocking for the lieutenant, especially since his daughter was in the same class:

The fact it was so close to home made it all the more difficult to separate himself from the crime.

He let his gaze wander over the different sheets outlining witnesses, emails, photographs and finally the blonde young man as he hesitantly entered with another one of Sabrina's classmates followed by Adrien's stoic looking father.

Roger gulped.

He had been wrong to think this was below his pay grade as the magnitude and complications of the accusations hit him:

The daughter of an Italian ambassador was accused of sexual harassment of a fellow classmate and work colleague, under the noses of educators, employers and other responsible people. The school in which it had happened would no doubt have to be put under investigation to see if they knowingly allowed this behaviour to continue, and the girl and her mother would also need to be brought in for questioning. These were minors, and somewhere down the line they had been failed by their guardians: one for not being protected properly within the workplace; and one for not being educated adequately enough to know behaviour like this is not acceptable.

This was a political, scholastic, employment and moral nightmare in the making, the red headed man was certain: this definitely required his attention.

Part of the problem was that Adrien Agreste was a celebrity. A person of public interest who had been named in an awful post the night prior with little way of rebuttal. With them both being minors, anything that was of an unlawful manner was by law to be kept out of the public eye due to the privacy rights Lila had as she was under eighteen. Anything that was to be said in a public light now, would be disregarded by court and seen as tit-for-tat and could damage their case against her. The anomininity factor that Lila automatically had by law would not allow him to throw an accusation at her publicly for what she had done; but it seemed that half of Paris already knew by the length of the witness list in front of him.

Nathalie had given a good angle on the Instagram post however which was one saving grace: defamation of character and damages on both a personal and professional level.

Extending a hand to those who had just entered, Lieutenant Raincomprix addressed the new additions as they sat down opposite him. "I can see that you have already gathered quite a bit of evidence, but I will have to insist that we also speak with the same people to obtain official statements. We will require full access to both of your employees' files and any documents concerning them, and we will also require your full cooperation during the investigation."

Gabriel nodded, his hard grey eyes coolly flitting over the officer. "We have all contracts of those involved printed off and can give you access to our systems, what do you want to do first?"

Roger cleared his throat under Gabriel's steely gaze. "First I need to take a statement from Adrien, and he will need an adult present as he is still a minor, then I want to get statements from everyone else who has witnessed any offences relating to the matter." He turned his attention to the sheet containing the witnesses and their contact details, "so if you could highlight-"

"Everyone on that paper has witnessed something happening to my son."

"Oh," his eyes widened while he took in just how many names were present, "if that is the case, I will start with those who are present here then, once we have spoken with Adrien."

One thing was certain for the law enforcer: this was going to take a while.

Rodger added before the interview could take place: "I think it would be wise to get the relevant documents in order to bring Miss Rossi in for questioning." He sighed while rubbing his forehead and gazing at pictures of her entering and leaving Adrien's trailer. "We need to take control of this before anything else is put onto a public platform."

Mr Damocles was an educator by employment, but that was not always his desired profession. As a young boy, the now middle-aged man wanted to be a superhero, which transferred into wanting to become a professional wrestler so he could portray his alter ego for the world to see. Unfortunately, he was not successful, and the path that his own father pointed him towards had led him to becoming the principal of Collège Françoise Dupont.

His weekends were his, and the man always became very annoyed when a parent or faculty member tried to disrupt his time out of school: he had paid his dues and should have now been able to have his secretary or head of year to deal with any issues arising out of school hours. So when he had received the first email, and then the second, third and forth forwarded from his secretary, the man was glad to have his out of office reply activated. It was only when he read the emails by chance early on Monday morning that Mr Damocles had any idea what had actually been the issue; or issues as it were.

Sexual harassment, threatening behaviour, bullying and manipulation were the first issues he noticed; and then he saw who was being accused of such actions.

His greying head hit his desk with a loud thump while he groaned into the cool surface. 'Of course it's that student! That's the only student that has managed to evade having her mother present during all those instances... something has never quite added up now that I think about it and now the board of governors is going to be contacted. Why couldn't she just have stayed off on one of those countless trips her mother takes her on? Why couldn't I have had my big break to fight alongside the likes of Triple H, The Undertaker and André the Giant… I could have been living the life of luxury, instead I'm here teaching prissy primadonnas, zit infested faces and Eco Warriors stinking of BO!'

The bitter man took a deep inhale before sitting up straight and proceeded to read the emails fully before contacting the students' form tutor. If the educator had learned anything from thirty years in his career, it was that the higher up you were, the higher chance of someone else also being held accountable in a situation such as this.

It was not until he read several emails addressed directly to himself however, that the dread in his stomach really set in. It seemed that it was not just four students who were being kept at home on that dreaded Monday morning.

When Alya Cesaire woke up that morning with Nino hogging most of Adrien's massive bed, she did not feel very well rested. After tossing and turning all night, the reporter groggily rubbed at her eyes before placing her spectacles on and grabbing her phone to see if there had been any hero sightings during the night. The message displayed on her mobile screen however, had her fully awake just from reading who it was from.

Nadja Chamack had become almost like a mentor to the teenager, and the pair had been in constant contact since they had done a segment together after Prime Queen. They often shared information on Akuma battles, and Mrs Chamack would even ask Alya to babysit Manon when Marinette was unable too. The request that Nadja had this time however, had nothing to do with the Parisian heroes or childcare for her daughter.

The broadcaster was asking Alya for the inside scoop on what exactly was going on with the Lila-Adrien-Marinette triangle, and explained that her boss had only given her so many hours grace before they reported on the accusation in their entertainment segment. Alya agreed with Nadja, who had put how tasteless it seemed, but she had also pointed out that it was business and that if she was not the one to do it, another reporter would. Alya also thought that it would be lucky if another station had not already done a piece on the 'scandal' and chewed her lip before standing up and adjusting her ladybug pyjamas. The blogger was grateful though, as the woman had not only messaged about getting her 'scoop' but had also wanted to know how Marinette was doing with the backlash of the post.

Nadja did care, and this was her way of trying to give both Marinette and Adrien their chance to say their piece.

If Alya was going to give any information out though, it had to be run past Gabriel, Nathalie, Adrien and Marinette at least; and Alya even had an idea of what they could offer the station in exchange for them to not broadcast anything for a few more hours. She found when checking the teepee, that her two friends had already left and made her way down to where they would undoubtedly be eating breakfast. It had only just gone eight thirty in the morning, so it was doubtful that much else had happened yet. Although the avid blogger was dying to find out what, if anything, had progressed in Marinette and Adrien's relationship, she resigned herself to the fact that there were more pressing matters at hand.

When Lila awoke that morning, she did so with a smile on her face. The lying Italian had been given so much support by the people posting on her announcement that she had already made her mind up about which way to spin this latest tale of hers.

Practically skipping to school with the thought of the majority of the student body being on her side, she decided that it would be best to try and sway her own classmates to believe her than back down and admit defeat. However, when she walked into the classroom making sure to put on her most 'worried facial', the brunette found there was no one else in sight. In all honesty it was slightly unnerving as there was not even evidence of their teacher being there.

Sitting down in her seat, Lila positioned herself accordingly for when people did finally make their way into the classroom. Preparing a sob to come out of her hunched over form, the young woman was ready for when she heard footsteps into the classroom. Not looking up, the girl used a well timed sob accompanied by a hand that wiped a nonexistent tear from her face to set the scene.

"Lila Rossi?"

That was not a voice she recognised, and upon looking over to the door she saw a police officer with Mr Damocles standing next to him.

"I can confirm that she is indeed Miss Lila Rossi," the stern head of school nodded in her direction, causing the police officer to approach her.

"Miss Rossi, I am Officer Jones, and I need to accompany you to Mr Damocles office to wait for your mother to arrive." As he knelt beside her, Lila scooted away from the man and the fearful way she looked at him was completely legitimate.

"But my mother is in wor-"

"Someone has been sent to pick her up." The officer told her with a somber expression, "you need to come with me now please."

"Am I in trouble?"

"Officer Jones," Mr Damocles spoke up, "if it's any easier for you and your colleague, "you can just wait in here until her mother arrives. None of the other students will be using this class today as I have been informed by several parents that their children will not be returning for reasons I cannot state here."

The officer stood up and another officer poked his head into the room. "Are we clear to stay here?"

The officer, still positioned with his feet outside the classroom, shrugged, "as long as we are able to keep an eye on her I don't see the problem with this room being used. None else is in here so the privacy aspect is…"

Lila felt beads of sweat beginning to form and make their way down her brow. 'This can't be happening!' She internally screamed in fear, 'no no no no no… I haven't done anything wrong! They don't have any proof! I was careful, I made sure no one-'

Then the penny dropped.

'Marinette Dupain-Cheng!'

So... Lila now knows that she's in deep doo-doo! All these people who are now having to deal with the delicate way in which this is to be handled are in for a time and half if Lila has her way! I apologise if I have made any mistakes about the law regarding such matters, but I am basing this on what I know of the laws in UK.

Thank you for all the reviews, follows, and faves! And I am honoured that you have stuck with this story so far! Please be sure to let me know your thoughts on the fic so far.

Take it easy =^.^=

Lady Rhi X