Months later, Gadget was doing much better, and felt better now that Penny and Brain were home again and he could focus on taking care of them. Gene came over often, and even invited them all over to her newly acquired apartment occasionally.
The worst part was the guilt, being convinced that Damien was just tired of having to play second fiddle to his job. It wouldn't be the first time, though rarely were people so abrupt. He kept remembering how he'd heard no answer to his confession of love.
He tried to keep his spirits up at work and was generally successful. He'd train when not on assignment, he'd study up on how to repair Gene's systems and even his own, anything to postpone crawling into his lonely bed every night. Hence why he'd be awakened in the lab the next day quite often. At least his new found, laser sharp focus on anything but his internal pain made him more attentive while on assignment.
One day Gene showed him a polaroid taken by an informant. They were getting wind that something was going down at the museum in a few weeks, though so far it was impossible to get details. There were multiple figures in the picture standing around a table with a briefcase and some other items, mostly hidden by the bodies. One of the figures was reaching for the handle; Gadget's heart skipped a beat as he brought a magnifying glass out to better inspect that part of the photo. The look on his face made Gene approach him and call him by name but he didn't answer at first. That bracelet...he knew that bracelet…
THE END