After three hours, Arthur still hadn't returned and Ariadne began to worry. She left Zoe in Eames' care and set off to search for Arthur.
"Just don't lose her or… break her or something," Ariadne ordered.
"Right, whatever darling. Just go find your lover so we can get back to work," Eames said, ushering her out of the warehouse.
"He's not my lover!" Ariadne grumbled as her face was dusted with a light shade of pink.
"Which is why you were sucking his face off earlier, obviously," Zoe remarked with a smile.
"He's not my lover!" Ariadne insisted as she stormed off.
"Commence operation love fest…" Eames smiled when she was finally out of earshot.
"That's nice, Eames. Did you come up with that name all by yourself?" Zoe asked sarcastically, placing her hands on her hips.
"What? You don't like the name?" Eames pouted. Zoe glared at him.
"Well I thought it was good…" he mumbled to himself.
Ariadne had been searching for Arthur, but there were no signs of him anywhere. He wasn't at the bakery down the road, nor was he anywhere to be found in the park that he loved to sit around in.
"Come on, Ariadne. Think. If you were Arthur, where would you be…" She mumbled to herself, standing in the center of the park.
She considered going back to her apartment, but Arthur wasn't that simple. He didn't want to be found. Of course he wouldn't be anywhere anyone would suspect him to be.
"The roof!" Ariadne exclaimed. Arthur once mentioned that he would stand on the roof to find clarity. Ariadne guessed that was the best place to find him. She knew exactly where he was.
She quickly sped back to her apartment complex and raced up the stairs to the roof. The Eiffel tower had the best view of the city of Paris, but the roof of Ariadne's apartment complex had the best view of Paris as a whole. She threw open the door and sure enough, there was Arthur, leaning over the railing and looking out over Paris.
"I know you don't want to talk about it, but…" Ariadne began as she slowly approached the point man. Arthur jumped a bit, hearing her voice and cautiously turned around. He looked at the ground and smiled when he realized it was Ariadne.
"You completely just left Zoe alone, you know," she said, folding her arms.
"But that's not why you're here, is it?" Arthur said with a smirk.
"No, but… I thought I told you to be nicer to her," Ariadne said, changing the subject.
"I left her alone. That's nice enough," Arthur argued.
"She's your sister Arthur! You can't just leave her alone like that!" Ariadne scolded.
"She's used to being alone," Arthur said stoically.
"You're really bad at reading emotions, you know," Ariadne chuckled.
"Oh really? How so?" Arthur asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Well, there's Zoe for one. She doesn't want to be alone. She wants you to love her," she explained.
"And then there's…" Ariadne began, but left her voice trailing.
"There's who?" Arthur prodded.
"Well there's me…" Ariadne whispered, fiddling with her fingers.
"I'm not that dense, Ariadne," Arthur whispered, wrapping one arm around her waist.
"Wait, no. Arthur. We need to talk privately," Ariadne said, pushing him away.
"Well I know how we can," Arthur said with a charming smirk.
"Where are they?" Zoe groaned, resting her head on her hands.
They had been waiting for Ariadne and Arthur to return for hours now and they were beginning to get restless.
"I think we may have miscalculated the outcome a tad bit," Eames mumbled.
"Ok, it is... 8 pm and you need to get back. Come on, love, I'll take you home," he sighed, checking his watch.
"But what if they come back and we're not here to witness it?" Zoe whined, reluctantly rising from her seat and following Eames to his car.
"Well I am tired as hell so I really don't give a f…udge…" Eames paused, trying to keep his foul mouth away from the little 13 year old girl.
They arrived at the apartment only to realize that Zoe didn't have a key.
"I guess I'll have to pick the lock then… By the way, don't tell the lovebirds that I picked Ariadne's lock. They'll have my head, probably. Well, Arthur will anyways," Eames pondered as they stood outside.
"Just pick the lock already!" Zoe whined.
"Jesus! Calm down, child," Eames muttered, picking the lock.
"Well, you're home and safe. Goodbye, I am going home and taking a nice nap," Eames sighed, preparing to leave.
"Wait! Look! Ariadne and Arthur's keys are here! They must be home!" Zoe squealed with excitement.
"So operation love fest worked?" Eames asked, instantly perking up. They crept silently through the house, but there were no signs of Ariadne or Arthur anywhere.
"Look!" Zoe whispered, pushing open Ariadne's bedroom door to reveal Ariadne in her bed and Arthur sitting limply in the armchair beside her; the both of them connected by that magical suitcase.
"Oh… Ok, Zoe, go outside and don't come in until I say so," Eames ordered, preparing to invade their dream.
"Oh, please. I know what it is. I tried it out when I was 6. Arthur thinks I forgot, but I've actually been training myself for the past 7 years he hasn't seen me," Zoe explained, grabbing the wiring of the transfusion from Eames.
"Wait, what!" Eames exclaimed in confusion.
"Don't worry, I'll explain when I wake up," Zoe said, smiling. She sat down at the food of the bed, her back up against the side of the bed. She slowly slid the needle into her wrist, gasping a bit before she too was just another limp body in Ariadne's room.
"What. The FUCK!" Eames yelled.
