Well, it's spooky season! You know what that means? OH BOY SPOOKFEST!

This investigation was not going well.

First of all, she hadn't attended the funeral. Perhaps she should have, to keep up appearances, but she couldn't stomach sitting through the service while knowing there were no bodies in the caskets.

It was wrong.

She gave poor excuses to Alya and Nino, and skipped it. Maybe if she had gone, she could have learned more, but she couldn't. She just couldn't stand it.

Later that evening, Ladybug made a visit to the cemetery where the family crypt was. She allowed Tikki to do the actual investigating. She phased into the dirt of the freshly buried, unmarked grave, and concurred, it was the same coffin from before, with only sandbags inside.

Gabriel's too, over at the crypt.

"Not much else to glean from this place," Tikki said sadly. "Where to next?"

"Actually," Marinette wondered. "I have a hunch. Could you check Emilie's casket too? She's been dead for a while, so I apologize if what you see is…awful."

"I've seen worse. I'll take a look!"

Marinette waited anxiously, biting into her thumb nail. She really hoped she was wrong. Really really hoped.

Tikki reappeared, her brow furrowed in concern. "You're hunch was right. Emilie's is just sandbags too."

She groaned, dread bleeding into her bones. "Damn it."

"Maybe they're all together?"

"At this point, I don't know if I should even hope for that. Emilie has been gone for years. Wherever she is…I doubt we'll ever find her, let alone Adrien and Plagg."

"We're not giving up though, right?"

"Of course not!"

Marinette knew she had a chance of answers at the funeral home. The director knew more than he was letting on, but she had asked too many questions as Marinette, and going in to interrogate him as Ladybug would probably put her identity in jeopardy. She'd have to think on that one, and try to find a way around it.

Now for the 'basement'.

Till then, my darling, please wait for me

Till then, no matter when it will be

Someday I know I'll be back again

Please wait till then

Since Felix had confirmed that the Mansion didn't have a basement, she assumed the office building did. Nowhere else did Gabriel or Adrien spend a significant amount of time.

While the workers were still on their vacation, she went in. There was still a secretary, though she was dressed in casual clothes, and the doors were closed to the public.

"Hi Miss Dupain-Cheng. Working today?"

"Um, something like that. Organizing some stuff."

"Alright, well, let me know if you need anything. I'm just here to tell clients that we're off for a while."

Marinette smiled. "Thank you. Um...perhaps, do you know if there's a basement?"

"Basement? Uh...there might be one. I'm not sure. The main elevator doesn't go there."

"Alright. I'll look around then," she smiled patiently and bid the woman adieu.

The building was unsettling without anyone in it. Half the lights were turned down, and the only sounds were the hum of the air conditioning and her footsteps echoing in the dim hallways.

Several years ago, when she had first started, she was given a tour. A tour that seemed so unimportant then, she was scraping for now. There was a back staircase, in case of fire. That much she could remember.

The big iron door slammed shut behind her as she entered the stairs. There was a door with an Exit sign over it, the outside world on the other side. A set of stairs went up and around, to every floor above.

But there was one more door. Labelled with a big 'SS' for 'Sous-sol'.

'Basement', in French.

"Tikki! I found it!" She said to her purse.

"Great job! Let's get to the bottom of things!"

Marinette screwed up her lips. "Pun intended?"

"In memory of Chat Noir, yes."

"That is what he would have said, isn't it? God, I miss him so much." But she decided not to mourn her best friend in the dank, spider-infested stairwell.

Of course, the door was locked.

"Nothing is ever simple, is it? I wonder who would have the key. Janitor? Maybe Gabriel has a set in his old office."

"Aren't you forgetting your ultimate skeleton key?" Tikki asked.

"...um, yes, apparently."

Tikki flew from the purse, and phased through the door handle. It clicked a moment later, and the handle turned.

"Wow, you're convenient. Remind me to ask for favors in breaking and entering more often."

"Anything for you, Marinette!"

She felt along the wall, found a lightswitch, and turned it on. Deep below, a few scant lights flickered to life.

And in the columns of flickering light stood silhouetted figures. Still, waiting.

Marinette held her breath, afraid she had been caught.

"Tikki…" She readied herself to transform the moment they moved. She was still in the dark, they wouldn't have seen her.

Seconds ticked on. They stood, never flinching, never so much as breathing.

"Oh my god, they're mannequins," she breathed. "I mean, duh but holy shit that was terrifying."

She descended the stairs, one at a time, still being quiet, and keeping her eyes glued to the forms.

They didn't move, because they were plastic, and as she drew closer to them, she realized how fake they were.

They weren't even good mannequins. The paint was chipping and the proportions looked odd.

"These go in shop windows, right?" Asked Tikki. "I've seen a few from your purse."

"That's right. These look really old. I'm surprised they haven't been recycled."

"Is this what Adrien wanted you to see?"

"I doubt it. What would mannequins have to do with anything?"

Tikki shrugged too, and looked around.

It was the worst three hours of her life.

But because Adrien had used what was presumably his dying words to tell her to look here, she scoped that place out thoroughly. She named all the mannequins, to try to take the edge off. It didn't really help, but it made 'James' the eerily realistic mannequin that stood in the shadows a little more friendly instead of a murderer in waiting.

There was nothing there except old clothes, rejected materials, and a whole lot of new friends that Marinette never wanted to see again.

As Marinette pushed aside the 9th box filled with 70's paisley shirts, she sighed. "I think...I think I'm looking in the wrong place."

"I agree," Tikki said, her antenna drooping. "I think we should have found something by now, right?"

"I couldn't even find any inspiration down here."

In the corner of her eye, she saw something, and turned quickly.

"What?" Said Tikki wearily, already knowing what was wrong.

"Another freaking mannequin! I swear they're moving when I'm not looking at them!"

"They can't do that."

"I know that, but my eyes are tired and my heart is on the edge, and coffee isn't working on my brain anymore!"

"I think we should leave then. Maybe try looking at the mansion again. Maybe there's a basement that Felix didn't know about."

At that moment, her phone chirped with a message from Nathalie.

Please don't forget, tomorrow, despite it being Saturday, your presence is required at the Agreste Manor. Gabriel's Last Will and Testament will be reviewed, and you have been named. Since Mr. Agreste is so famous, we have asked all beneficiaries to attend. Sunday, you have off.

"Well, looks like I have an excuse to go back to the mansion after all. Probably should get in there and explore quickly. I have no idea what's going to happen to it in the wake of...well, you know."

"Someone is probably going to inherit it. Probably Felix now. He seemed rather friendly at the funeral. He might let you snoop."

"Friendly?"

"More than usual, at least. But who knows how long that will last."

"If I have to show my cards to investigate, I will. If Ladybug has to break in, I will. I'm not going down in silence."

Our dreams will live though we are apart

Our love I know we'll keep in our hearts

Till then, when all the world will be free

Please wait for me

True to form, she arrived the next day at the mansion.

As she came into the parlor, where many people were gathered, Felix caught her eye. He jerked his head, gesturing for her to come sit by him.

As she sat, she looked at the others gathered. She recognized Nathalie, of course, Amelie and Felix, and Mayor Bourgeois. There were a few other people she didn't know. One she had seen at the company, but she couldn't remember his name right now.

"So," she asked softly. "Is the lawyer going to read the Will out?"

Felix scoffed. "They don't do that anymore. We're just all going to get a copy, and the lawyer will be here if we have questions. Normally, I'm pretty sure they mail it, but I heard that the Will is sealed so they wanted us to get it in person."

"Sealed?"

"Meaning no one else can read it. Last Wills and Testaments are public records after death. Unless they are sealed."

"Uh. I didn't know any of that. This is my first time being in a Will. Well, I think my dad has one, but he's still alive."

"Good for you."

"That is—I mean—I wasn't trying to—"

"Just shut up, Dupain-Cheng." He chuckled. "You are so sensitive."

She just childishly stuck her tongue out at him.

A moment later, Nathalie and a white haired gentleman arrived.

"Hello everyone, thank you for coming. This is Dr. Nathaniel Grey, the Agreste family lawyer and executor of their estate. Now, everyone listed in the Will will receive a copy. Each copy has the same content, but for convenience, I have highlighted your name." And she started to hand out the packets, calling out names as she did so.

Some of the strangers had the last name 'Agreste' so they had to have been related to Gabriel.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette held out her hand to receive the thick white envelope.

"Oh Felix!" Amelie cooed. "Emilie left you her corvette! She loved that car, I know she'd be proud for you to have it."

"I've seen it. Beautiful classic car. I'm honored." As much of an ass as he was, Felix sounded genuine in that sentiment.

To not seem too eager, Marinette carefully opened the envelope. As she did, she tried to imagine what he would have left her. A share in the company maybe? Maybe a family sewing machine? Nothing much, surely.

She unfurled the sheet and wow that was a lot of pink.

"What the hell?" Felix gasped, looking over her shoulder. He glanced back at his page, and frowned in confusion. "No offense Marinette, but what the hell?"

"I…I don't even know…" She glanced over the assets willed to her.

Gabriel left her the mansion.

Up until that moment, she had forgotten she was supposed to be looking for a new place after Nino and Alya got married. She had mentioned it to Gabriel once, off-handed, and he seemed to not really care.

But if he left the house to her, could he have cared more than she thought?

The mansion wasn't the only thing he left to her, either. He left his share of the company stocks, as well as trusts and bonds. Marinette had become a multi-millionaire.

"What's the meaning of this, Dr. Grey!?" A woman shouted.

The shout drew all attention to her. She was a rail thin, tall woman, with high cheek bones and blonde-white hair tied up in a bun.

"What seems to be the problem, Madam Laurent?"

"I was left a small fraction of stock and my mother's ashes, but this—this half breed harlot gets the entire estate!?"

Marinette flinched, feeling guilty and wholly undeserving of Mr. Agreste's gift.

Thankfully, Nathalie of all people came to her aid. "Miss Dupain-Cheng has been working tirelessly and closely with Gabriel to continue his brand. She's been named head designer for his company, and everything left to her is to help in that endeavor."

As she and Felix looked over the list of gifts, she wondered how true that was.

"But I'm his sister!" Said Madam Laurent. "I take precedence over her!"

"Not with a will, you don't." Dr. Grey explained. "Children are the only protected heirs in French law. The rest of his estate is his to do with as he pleases."

Marinette looked back at all the pink highlights. She began to wonder if they served a purpose in distracting everyone from the obvious.

Adrien wasn't on there. Not once.

Although there are oceans we must cross

And mountains that we must climb

I know every gain must have a loss,

So pray that our loss is nothing but time

He couldn't be disinherited from the Will, not under French law. And yet he was missing…like the Will had been drawn up with the knowledge that Adrien wouldn't be alive once it was valid.

Pale and shaking, Marinette turned to look at Felix.

"Don't let her get to you, Kid," he nudged her, taking her appearance for still being put off by the woman. "Gabriel's family has always been lower middle class, before he became famous. She probably just wanted a bunch of money…whereas most of it was my Aunt's and it was returned to our family. Does that make sense?"

Marinette shook her head, and then whispered. "Adrien isn't here."

He gave her a soft smile. "Yeah, I know. He's gone, Marinette."

"No!" She shouted, then hushed herself as the others turned to look. "No, I mean…he's not here." She pointed at the Will.

Felix grew pale too, and poured over the Will himself. "No way…how…but—maybe it was an assumption. Maybe it was assumed that Adrien was going to inherit half anyway, so he made the Will in case something happened?"

"Dr. Grey," Marinette stood and walked to him. "How old is this version of the Will?"

Nathalie gave her a sharp look, but didn't comment.

"Well, a little over a week, actually. Gabriel called me and asked to make some changes."

"And why isn't his son in here?" She asked, darkly.

Dr. Grey screwed up his lips. "You know, I don't know. I told Mr. Agreste what the law was, and he said, 'just write it up as if Adrien didn't exist.' I wonder if he knew what their fate was going to be."

Marinette tried not to cry. She really did, but she just clenched the document to her chest and sobbed.

"Now now, my dear. Don't be so blue."

"Adrien isn't a murderer! He can't be!"

"Does it really matter anymore?" The lawyer asked. "The truth of their demise will not be released publicly. Only a handful of people will know. I doubt anyone outside of this room, in fact." He said it so casually, like nothing was wrong.

"Didn't you find it suspicious?" She demanded.

"No," said Dr. Grey. "You would be surprised at how many clients have second versions of Wills without a child in it. Whether it's because they're hoping something will happen, or they see their child going down a dangerous road. Or perhaps the child is terminally ill and the parent doubts they will survive longer than them. Regardless of the reason, I choose to not ask questions."

Marinette wished he had.

Till then, let's dream of what there will be

Till then, we'll call on each memory

Till then, when I will hold you again

Please wait till then

"Now, did you see the conditions?"

"What?" She sniffed.

"Here," Dr. Grey pointed to an asterisk at the end of the mansion item. "This states that there's a condition applied, and the condition will be on the backside."

Marinette wiped her face and turned the paper over.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng must reside within the mansion for ten years. Within that time, she may not redecorate or refurnish any room except for the 'pink room'. Guests, spouses, and children are welcomed to join her, as long as she is the primary resident. If she is to go on vacation or an extended business trip, the house must be vacant, save for those who would keep it from disrepair. If Miss Dupain-Cheng fails to comply, the house, and all that is in it, must be demolished. It cannot be sold or gifted to anyone until the ten year mark passes."

Marinette just continued to stare. "I…that's…really specific."

"More specific than I suggested, but it's what Mr. Agreste wanted."

With a calm expression, but a heart in turmoil, Marinette folded her copy up. "Thank you for your help, Dr. Grey. If you'll excuse me, I need a minute alone." She took her copy and quickly walked across the lobby to her office.

There, on her desk, was a vase with a bouquet of roses. She hadn't been in here since before the funeral, but they looked fresh. No card though.

She set the roses to the side, and unfurled the Will once again, laying it flat on the desktop. She poured over every item, not just Willed to her, but to everyone.

Indeed, there was no sign of Adrien, but also no sign of his property. Did he have his own Will somewhere else?

There was the curious case of Nathalie, who was in the Will, but received only money and trusts. Not an inch of material property, despite her closeness to Gabriel after all these years.

What did she know? What had she seen? Truthfully, Marinette was too afraid to ask.

Tomorrow, she would visit City Hall and get the records of the mansion. Hopefully, there were some blueprints in there, and the hidden basement would be found.

Till then, let's dream of what there will be

Till then, we'll call on each memory

Till then, when I will hold you again

Please wait till then