It was seven in the morning, the quietest time in New Orleans. The time when the early rising tourists were busy planning the day's events in their hotel rooms while those who spent the night partying were collapsing in their beds sleeping the day away in anticipation of another wild night.

Margaret, a baker, was covering her first batch of beignets with powdered sugar as she hummed softly to herself. This was her favorite time of day. The calm before a storm of people would come barreling through the doors buying the beignets that were made famous by her grandmother's secret recipe. Margaret stopped and inhaled the aroma of freshly made beignets before starting to fry a new batch.

Dave quickly walked down the empty streets carrying a bouquet of white roses, his wife's favorite. He could hardly contain his excitement to see his wife and children. As he walked the streets he silently promised himself that he would no longer attend the lengthy business trips but instead spend more time at home with his loved ones. His inspiration came from an e-mail of all places. He didn't remember much of that e-mail except the line, "On your deathbed no one ever says that he wishes he spent more time at work." And it hit him like a bolt of lightning, he abruptly left the business convention, hoped on the earliest flight, and now was walking down the streets to his home. And time seemed to be in fast motion as he now jogged through the streets to share his new outlook towards life with his family.

But in Room 906, in the Chateau Lemoyne Hotel, time seemed to be in slow motion. Remy laid in bed with Marie in his arms. He was completely oblivious to all the Margarets, and Daves and to everything and everyone around him. The only person he was conscious to was Marie. He didn't sleep at all.

He didn't want to sleep.

His arm Marie was laying on fell asleep and was way past the tingly phase and into the completely numb phase, his boots were still on his feet, and his cigarettes and lighter were jabbing into his hip. But none of this mattered to him. He was too overwhelmed with the feeling of having Marie in his arms. Sure, he slept with plenty of women before but he never felt like this if and when he held them. Just holding her made his heart melt. And he had no idea why.

Maybe because she was new like a fresh breeze blowing through the city. Maybe because she was mysterious. Maybe it was because she didn't throw herself at his feet like most girls did. Maybe.

But he felt a connection. Sure he felt he made connections with girls in the past. He wasn't sure how long this connection would last but like with his past relationships, he would make the best of it while it did.

His connection with Belle was one based on their past. How they shared their childhood and first experiences together. Sure she felt more of a connection with him than he did with her. But they were young, and he stupidly proposed to her. He didn't want to propose to her but he did it desperately trying to seek his father's approval. He knew it was what Jean- Luc wanted. While they were engaged, their fathers made plans to unite the two guilds making Remy the head of the newly united guilds. Their fathers and members of the guilds were happy to finally end the feud and enter a new era of peace. Belle was extremely happy. Everyone was happy. Everyone except Remy.

He tried to make it work. But the more time he spent with Belle, the more annoying she became. Sure she was beautiful, but every time she squealed in excitement he gritted his teeth together stopping himself from screaming as well. She called his cell phone practically every twenty minutes and it got to the point where he threw his cell phone in the swamp so he wouldn't be bothered by her calls.

But it wasn't her fault she was in love. He was going to marry a woman he didn't love, and lead the guilds he didn't want to lead. Feeling suffocated he left a letter for his Tante Mattie, knowing she would be the only who would understand, and fled the country. But c'est la vie.

Now he wasn't exactly sure how he felt connected to Marie.

Marie sighed and rolled away from him, retreating to her side of the bed. Remy sighed as well. He then pulled Marie closer to him so her head was resting on his chest, an action he had done repeatedly during the night. 'Guess dis fille hasn' learn de basic concept of cuddlin yet' he thought to himself as he lightly ran his fingers through her thick wavy hair. 'What de hell am I suppose t' say when she wakes up' he asked himself causing different answers to run through his head.

'How bout I've been watchin y' sleep for de past t'ree nights, and each night I see y' wake up screamin bout somethin and then cry yo'rself back t' sleep. And m' heart aches each time I see y' cry and I couldn't bare t' watch y' do it gain. Didn' want y' to be alone,' he shook his head dismissively, 'No I can' tell her the truth. She'll t'ink I'm a stalker, an' scare her off.' He thought as he hugged Marie tighter.

'Or how bout dis, I'll tell her I came t' her room t' see if she wanted t' go for a late night dinner, an' her door was open, an I was about t' shut it and walk away when I heard her scream.' Remy shook his head. 'No. Dat's just ridiculous.'

'Why da hell did I have t' let her know I'm here? I can't believe I forgot de first rule in thievin', never interfere. I royally screwed m'self big time.' he scolded himself. At that moment his eyes widened in realization. 'She was so out of it that she probably couldn't tell if I was actually there or if it was a dream. Hopefully. What she doesn't know what hurt her.' Remy's spirits began to rise now that he had a plan. 'Just gonna be hard sayin g'bye t' her.' He held her for a few moments longer. He then kissed her forehead and gently rolled her over to her side. Remy leaned over and whispered softly in her ear, "Je serai postérieur, mon plus doux cher. Je promets." He gave her another soft kiss on her forehead before climbing out of the bed. He grabbed his trench coat that was laying on the floor, and walked out to the balcony. He stood there for a moment and with a blink of an eye he was gone.

He confidently strode down the streets, taking every shortcut he knew, to get to his house faster. A few minutes later he was there. He stopped and entered the security code to open up the tall iron gates. 'I guess I'm de only one dat realizes the irony of dis situation. How as t'ieves we pride ourselves in crackin every security system out dere. Claimin dat dey are all outdated and obsolete. But still good enough t' secure our homes, hein' he chuckled to himself as he walked up the long driveway, waving to various fellow clan members along the way.

A huge, white mansion stood before him. Remy sighed. No matter where he went, this house was and will always be with him. It was his home. So many memories were here. And whenever he was there, he somehow felt somewhat complete in a nostalgic way.

Remy yawned and opened the heavy oak door. He started to make his way up the stairs to his room.

"Well, g'mornin sunshine." Remy stopped and looked down into the living room, where Henri was reading the newspaper.

"Oui, mon captain," Remy replied leaning on the stairway banister.

"Where were y'?" he asked in a condescending tone.

"Are y' gonna lower dat paper so I can see yo' face?" he asked causing Henri to do what he asked.

"So where were y'"? he asked again.

"Dun' see that it is any of yo' business," Remy answered with a shrug.

"Well when y' jeopardize de future of de guild, I t'ink dat it is," Henri replied as he folded the newspaper and threw it down on the table next to him.

"Is dis bout dat fille. Dat y' t'ink Marie is an agent?" he continued, not letting Henri answer, "She definitely is no agent. I mean what agent writes observations bout a suspect in a notebook. Dey have earpieces, and high tech equipment for dat not a five- star notebook."

Henri shook his head at his brother's stubbornness, "Well did y' least find out who she is?"

Remy shook his head.

"Why not?"

Remy shrugged in response.

"Remy she could be sent from the assassins, y' know t'ey never fully recovered, 'specially Belle. Leavin a fille at de alter can make her go fou (crazy), y' know?"

"Yo're completely paranoid. And I didn' leave her-." Henri put his hand up to stop Remy from continuing.

"I know. But you go t' be careful. So y' sayin y' didn' find out anyt'ing bout her?" he asked once more; his intentions were to press Remy for a straight answer and to challenge his professionalism.

"NO! Henri for de last time NO!" Remy shouted.

"Y' got t'be kiddin me. De master t'ief can't find out a few details bout some fille." Henri ridiculed.

Remy glared at him, which just encouraged Henri to continue, "Or maybe y' just dun wanna find out anyt'in bout her. Maybe if you find out who she is den yo' afraid she won't be yo' perfect fille anymo'." He said as he stood up and walked to the bottom of the stairs to continue but was interrupted by Remy.

"Dun' y' go analyzin m' actions. How bout y'? Look at y'. Spendin all of yo' time harassing me bout m' life. Hell I t'ink yo' stick is shoved up yo' ass so far dat it's affectin yo 't'inking. Merde, homme, yo' wife's pregnant and all yo' can do is harass everyone in da guild."

Henri rolled his eyes, "Anyway how did yesterday's job go?"

Remy turned around and shook his head at his brother's stubbornness. He walked up the stairs and bitterly remarked, "Like y' said, I'm de Master T'ief."

"Mon Dieu! I can' even ask y' a simple question. Yo' very childish, y' know dat?" he said while shaking his head.

Remy continued to walk up the stairs, "Oui. And yo' very paranoid, y' know dat?" Then slammed his bedroom shut behind him, as his way to display how much Henri's constant questioning irked him. Henri's response to that was to slam the front door behind him as he left.

At that moment, Jean-Luc opened the door to his office and walked out into the hallway to investigate the loud noises. Tante Mattie emerged from the kitchen with the same motives to investigate.

Jean-Luc wandered over to the front door and turned to look up the stairs. He then looked at Mattie with confusion, and in return Mattie nodded her head, replaying what she just overheard from the kitchen.

"Dun' understand why dere was so much racket dis early in de mornin" he shrugged. "I dun' get it. I t'ought as freres (brothers) grew up dey become closer. But dey are worse now den when dey were teenagers"

"Well," Tante nodded, "No matter how old a boy gets, he's never too old t' try an impress his fat'er."

"What?" Jean-Luc uttered in confusion causing Mattie to sigh.

"And just like a man. Too oblivious. Doesn' see what's right in front of him-" she began.

"Mattie, please, can we skip yo' deep t'oughts bout why women are superior t' men and just tell me what yo' hinting at."

"Men," she muttered under her breath. "Well I was gonna let y' figure dis one out on yo' own but it's taking y' too damn long. Dey been fightin like cats and dogs. Well, have y' noticed de change in Henri's behavior." He nodded and Mattie continued, "Do y' have any inklin why he might be actin like dat."

"Prob'ly cus he's gonna be de head of the guild."

Tante Mattie sighed again, "Merci's pregnant, right?" He nodded once more. "Dis is Henri's way of actin out. He's nervous dat he's not gonna make a bien père, under a lot of stress. So he's actin like de way he t'inks a bien père acts. Always questionin', tryin t' be de authority, y' know like the de way y'a ct."

"I dun' act like dat" Jean Luc began.

Mattie wiped her hands on her apron, "Anyway, at de same time he's tryin to impress y'. Y'know be responsible, be a leader, de way y' act when y' lead. And Remy tries t' impress y' wit his t'ievin skills. I dun' t'ink he became one of de best t'ieves in de world for his health. And sometimes dey clash, but all freres do once and awhile. But it's funny how dey represent both sides of yo 'personality."

"And how do y' know all of dis?"

Mattie smoothed back her hair, "I'm surprised y' had t' ask, Jean-Luc. Dun' y' know? I just watch, and observe, take in de surroundings. Kinda like t'ievin. And I bet if I was just 30 years younger and fifty pounds lighter, I'd be de best t'ieve out dere."

He smiled, "And de best lookin' one too."

Mattie mockingly batted her eyelashes, "Dun' y' know it."

Jean-Luc stroked his goatee, "So what do y' t'ink I should do?"

"Talk t' Henri. Tell him stories bout when y' an' Chantel were getting ready for his birth. Ask 'im how he feels. I dunno, but y'better calm down the boys nerves. He's getting out of control. Just de ot'er day he was tellin' me I put too many spices in m' jambalaya. Dat's where he crossed de line, no one tells Tante Mattie how t' cook."

Jean-Luc laughed in agreement. "So y' t'ink dat's what dis was all about?"

Mattie smiled and put her arm around him and lead him to the kitchen, "Dat and a little bit of sibling rivalry but I'll explain dat t' yo' anot'er time."

- - -

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Marie rolled over to locate the thumping noise that interrupted her sleep and let out a groan. Forcing herself to get out of bed she made her way over to the balcony where the French doors that led out to it were now open and banging against the railing, causing the aggravating noise. She stood out on the balcony, and hugged herself as she watched people below going about doing their own things unaware that they were being watched from above.

As she stood there, she imagined what each person's life was like, what they did for a living, who they're friends/family were, and what brought them to the city. When her back started to ache, she decided that she spent enough time 'prying' into other lives and it was time to order some room service.

She walked around her room humming to herself and walked by a mirror and caught a glimpse of herself, which made her stop dead in her tracks. She was smiling. She hardly ever smiled especially before ten in the morning. Not to mention that she felt very giddy. This was extremely odd.

Marie sat on the edge of her bed trying to determine what made her feel so happy. She came to the conclusion that she woke up in a great mood. This could only mean two things. One that she slept with someone, and that obviously didn't happen. And two, that she had a great romantic dream. And this rarely happened to Marie, almost as rare as number one. She tried to determine what exactly she dreamt about. But she didn't remember much of the dream, but that was common for Marie. It was just one side effect for taking her pills. However, she did remember something from it. An angel from her nightmare. She didn't know who this "angel" was, just that she felt wonderful. 'Ah could get use tah this all is right with the world mood' she thought as she began to do her daily rituals with a smile.

By four o'clock, Marie's cheerfulness and liveliness began to wear off and she began to feel sluggish. She needed a break from writing. She grabbed her bag, and left her room. She was on a mission to get coffee.

- - -

Remy wandered around the streets, contemplating what Henri said to him. 'Is dat why I didn' find anyt'ing bout her. More like didn' want or try t'find anyt'ing bout her' he corrected himself. 'Mon Dieu, I hate it when he's right.' He then began to analyze many reasons/excuses.. He was desperately trying to prove Henri wrong. But came to a halt when he say Marie in line at a coffee house. 'And dis time I didn' even try t' find her. Must be m' lucky day' he thought as he walked into the coffeehouse and stood behind Marie in line.

"Ah'll have a large coffee with whip cream, please." Marie said to the sixteen-year-old girl working behind the counter.

"And I'll have de same."

"Ah'm sorry but Ah wasn't finished-" Marie said as she turned around and opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"I'm désolé. Do y' want a muffin too, chere?" he grinned.

Marie shook her head. "Well den just deux large coffees with whip cream." He winked at the girl causing her to blush and lower her head. Remy handed the girl money in exchange for their coffees. He turned around and nodded towards the counter for Marie to follow him.

"Yah know." Marie said in a serious tone, which made Remy's heart plummet. "Ah'm starting tah think that yah are following meh. Ah mean it's got tah be more den just luck." She stated as she smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Well here's t' de luck never running out." He raised his paper coffee cup to toast Marie's. Marie laughed and returned the gesture.

"Y' know I called y' yesterday, chere. But de guy at de desk said dat y' weren' takin any calls. So I left y' some messages"

'Gawd, how stupid could Ah be. No wonder Ah didn't get his call yesterday, Ah was tryin to avoid Scott's harassment.' "Anything important?" she asked

"Non. Just dat I couldn' make it for dinner yesterday and if I could get a raincheck."

"Yea Ah wasn' feelin too well yesterday." She added as she removed the lid to her coffee.

"Are y'feelin any better now?"

Marie nodded, "Much."

Remy stood sipping his coffee as he watched the people go by the window.

"Yah want some, sugah?"

"Oh, I want it all, chere," he turned and looked seductively at her. He was expecting her expression to match his seductive one but was taken back when a look of confusion was plastered all over her face.

"What?" she paused. Maybe he liked his coffee with an abnormal amount of sugar but then again his tone gave her the impression that he was not talking about the sugar. "Some sugah." She picked up the sugar container and poured some in her cup. "Do yah want some sugah?" She repeated holding the sugar container. Maybe he misheard her.

Remy chuckled, "No. I'm just fine. But for a second dere, I t'ought y' were calling me sugah."

Marie laughed as well, "Yah thought Ah was calling yah sugah?"

"Wat's wrong wit dat? I have a pet name for y'. Why don' y' have one for moi, chere?"

Marie sipped her coffee, "Ah don' know. Ah can't really pull of calling people 'luv' and 'hun'. Ah feel too much like a diner waitress."

Remy smiled.

"So, just what do yah want all of?" she asked.

"Hmm" he pretended he didn't know what she was referring to but knew she wouldn't let him. "Y' wouldn't believe me if I told y'."

"Uh-huh," Marie nodded, "Just for that Ah'll call yah sugah. And everytime yah hear it, yah'll remember how embarrassed and perverted yah were."

He grinned, "Dat'll be just fine, chere."

Marie rolled her eyes and began to sip her coffee again. "Ah wasn' serious. Come on let's go." She walked out of the coffeehouse, and turned around and waited for Remy. He quickly came out. And Marie noticed what he was wearing. He still was wearing the brown tattered trench coat but underneath of it he wore jeans that hugged him in all the right places and a tight red shirt. The man looked good.

"So wat were y' gonna do next, chere?"

Marie shrugged. "Ah was just gonna walk around. Take in the city."

"Can I tag along?"

Marie nodded, and they both began to walk down the street.

- - -

"Y' know, I've been talkin' bout m' family for de past hour. And I have a feelin dat I'm borin y'."

Marie shook her head, "No, really yah aren't. Ah mean, Ah was the one askin yah all the questions bout yahr family. And Ah love hearin all yahr stories. Specially de one bout yahr brother and yah dressin up like girls, and havin yahr cousins hit on yah."

Remy chuckled, "Yea, dat's definitely not one of m' proudest moments. De heels were uncomfortable, and de bra was itchin but de look on Emil's face when we took of de wigs was priceless. It was well worth it. Dat had t'be de best April Fool's prank I have ever did."

"Sounds like yah and yahr brother are pretty close."

"Yea, well Henri's a pain in de ass. " he chuckled, "But he's de pain in m' ass. We can talk about de pain in m' ass anot'er time. I wanna know more about you. So what's yo' family like, chere. Are yah parents strict? Do y' have any pain in de ass brothers or belle sisters?"

Marie looked down at the ground as she walked, "Um, no. Mah mom left when Ah was about 5. And mah dad died when Ah was 9. So Ah moved in with mah Aunt Irene."

"I'm so sorry, chere." Remy said as she took her hand and gave it a little squeeze.

Marie gave a weak smile, "It's ok."

They continued to walk the streets in silence hand in hand. Marie looked up and saw an artist in a middle of the courtyard painting.

Marie pointed, "Yah see that artist over there."

Remy nodded.

"And do yah see that woman over there sitting in the chair."

Remy nodded again.

"When she looks at that artist she sees a scrounger who wastes his life painting pictures he's never gonna sell. That he's living in a make believe world, while everyone else has to face a harsh reality and work for a living. That he'll amount to nothing in this world."

"How can y' tell?"

Marie nodded towards her, "Just look at her. Every once in a while she glares at that man." And sure enough, when Remy glanced over at the woman she was giving the artist a scornful glance.

"Yo're very perceptive, chere. And what do y' see when y' look at de artist?" He asked as they walked closer to the artist.

"Ah see a man who's very passionate and brave. That he doesn't fall into the mundane things like everyone else. That he's sensitive yet unconcerned with those who disapprove of him. And by his look he has when he paints he loves what he does. And that is more than what most people can say," Marie squinted to get a better look at the painting, "And Ah think he's very talented."

Remy looked at her in awe, "Yah t'ink he's talented?"

Marie nodded, "But Ah can only see half of the painting."

Remy nodded and looked up at the artist and yelled, "Hey homme!"

The artist stopped and turned around and waved to him.

Marie was shocked, "Yah got tah be shittin me, yah know him."

"Remy knows everyone in dis city, chere. Well, every one dat is worth knowin, that is." He said as he led her over to the artist.

"Hullo, Remy. It's been a long time," said a tall, broad shouldered man with jet black hair and a Russian accent.

"Oui. Dat it has. Well me and mon ami were walkin by when we saw y' over here."

He turned to Marie, "Ah, and who is your luvely friend."

Remy smiled, "Marie dis is Piotr, but I call him Petey cus he hates dat. And Petey dis is Marie."

"Very nice to make your acquaintance, Marie."

"Yea, it is nice tah meet yah, Piotr."

"She t'inks yah have talent but she said she could only see half of de paintin. So I brought 'er over here so she could see de whole thing and decide. Well Marie wat do y't'ink?" Remy asked, noting the uneasiness in Marie's body language.

"Piotr doesn't want to hear me-" she began.

He moved aside so she could see the whole painting. "No please, I would be honored. It's always nice to have someone objectively critique your work."

Marie stepped closer, and took in the painting. It was of an old women bending over and laying a red rose down on the ground. "It's breathtaking, Poitr. It's so life like yah can almost feel her pain. Who is she?"

"Her name is Enette. But people call her Madame Rose. She lost her husband a year ago, and everyday at the same time she comes and places a red flower under the tree where they use to lay together years ago. I've been painting her for quite some time now and I am almost finished. Though I'm having trouble with her face. I just can't get her eyes right," he simplified, "Trying to capture her emotions is very difficult."

"Maybe it's not the emotions but the lack of the emotions that she has. She lost her husband, and he probably was her whole life, and now that he's gone, she feels like a part of her is gone also. Like she's numb, she can feel things, but too much pain can make a person numb, it's just difficult, yah know?"

Piotr nodded in realization, "I think you are on to something, Marie. I'm certainly glad that Remy brought you over hear."

"What else did y' say, chere. Oh yea she said y' were pass-" Marie elbowed Remy in the stomach to stop him from talking. "Dat hurt, chere."

"Well, it wasn't suppose to tickle." She turned to Piotr, "Piotr yah really have a god given talent. Yah painting is just so-Ah can't even describe it, it's just that wonderful. Ah absolutely love it."

"You flatter me. But I thank you for your critiques and your advice. You just opened my eyes to what I have been missing. I wish I could stay longer but I better get going. I have a dinner engagement that I don't want to be late for." And with that he said his goodbyes, collected his items and left.

Marie smiled and then turned to face Remy, "He's a nice guy."

Remy raised an eyebrow, "Since when did y' become an art connoisseur."

Marie smiled, "Ah'm not. It's just that Ah could relate tah that woman, yah know?" She looked up at the sun setting, "Well, Ah better get going too."

"What? Do y' have a dinner engagement also?"

Marie laughed.

"So den y' tryin t' get rid of me?" He asked with a fake pout.

Marie smiled, "Not everything is about yah."

"Oh, I beg t' differ, m' chere. Everyt'ing is always-"

Marie interrupted, "Come one, yah can walk me back." They began to make their way back to her hotel.

"Ok. So, Marie, where do y' get yo' hair done. I hafta say it's very exotic, and very becoming."

Marie looked down at the ground, "Well yah know what they say about traumatic events can sometimes cause a person tah loose pigment in their hair." Remy nodded. "Well that's how mah hair got like this."

Remy ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry Marie, I'm batting a thousand tonight. Do y' have any dead pets y' want me t' ask y' bout?" he joked causing Marie to smile.

"How bout let's just enjoy the night." And they continued in silence, just enjoying each other's company, as they walked to the hotel. They soon arrived in front of the hotel.

"Well Marie, I never had dis much fun walkin round in de streets. How bout tomorrow I take y' out for dinner. I promise I'll call," he grinned.

"And Ah promise, Ah'll tell the desk to accept yahr call." Marie said matching his grin. And they stood staring into each other's eyes for a moment. Marie wanted to kiss him so bad. The way some of his hair hung in his face drove her wild. The way his grin could melt her heart. And the way he stared at her, making her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. But there was something holding her back, something that stopped her from acting on her emotions.

And Remy could see this in her eyes. He wanted to kiss her more than anything. He had been dieing to kiss her the moment he saw her but he wasn't going to force it. It would happen when it happened. And he would wait until then.

He reached over and pushed back a lock of her curly hair behind her ear. He leaned over and kissed her on her forehead, which sent chills down her spine. "La bonne nuit mon ange doux"

She smiled and winked, "Yes, goodnight sugah." And then made her way into the hotel.

- - -

Laughter rang through the streets.

Then silence.

A deep voice murmered.

A low gruff voice screamed, "Run! Marie Run!"

Followed by gunshots that echoed through the streets.

Then eerie silence crept back.

Marie shot up from her bed. Cold sweat was dripping down her forehead. She sat up in bed trying to regain her breath. 'Just another nightmare.' she thought to herself as she ran her hands through her hair, trying to remember what exactly she dreamt about. It was too scattered. She didn't remember much, just flashes, and the sound of the man crying out to her. That voice haunted her.

Marie sighed. She had spent enough time analyzing what she dreamt about and it has gotten her no where. In fact, her dreams have gotten worse. Marie reached over to the night table and opened the tiny drawer. She grabbed a bottle, and twisted its cap off. She tapped three pills out into her hand. 'Better have them increase the dosage on these pups, Ah think Ah'm becoming immune tah them.' she thought as she put the pills in her mouth and swallowed. Then laid back down in bed, waiting for the pills to usher her into an undisturbed slumber.

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