Notorious
Summary: AU When a night out with her boyfriend goes wrong, barely-legal Ariadne is suddenly caught in whirlwind cat and mouse game between the police and crime lords of Limboville. It doesn't help that she is suddenly being pursued by both the devilishly handsome Detective Eames and equally cunning and seductive gangster Arthur. And where's her "boyfriend" in the middle of this?
Abridged Summary: AU In a night gone wrong, Ariadne is caught in a cat/mouse game between the police and gangs of Limboville. Suddenly she is being pursued by the devilishly handsome Detective Eames and the equally seductively gangster Arthur. What's a girl to do?
Author's note: Hello, hello. Thank you all for being so patient. Life's been super rough XD. Please enjoy.
Chapter One: Safe in Hell's Fire
"Well, well, well," a roguish young detective smirked surveying the scene before him. He pulled out a single poker chip and toyed with it as he stood over an overturned table. Several men in uniform surrounded the restaurant searching for evidence. Others interviewed the bystanders who were still presented. Less than an hour had pass since the incident in the restaurant.
"Stinson!" The detective called out. A slightly older man reported in front of him.
"Yes Detective Eames?" The officer watched captivated as Eames passed the chip effortlessly between his knuckles.
"What can you tell me about tonight?"
"Who are you?" Ariadne demanded. The man smirked amused.
"Arthur, I'm sure I already mention that." He answered smoothly. Ariadne gave him a skeptical look.
"Why did you save me?" He shrugged.
"I don't know. I was supposed to kill you." Ariadne froze. Arthur chuckled.
"I'm only joking. It was a joke."
"It wasn't funny."
"Dark humor."
"Where's Bobby?" The man raised an eyebrow.
"Bobby? Oh do you mean Junior?"
"Who the hell is Junior? I'm talking about Bobby! Bobby! My boyfriend!"
"Some boyfriend. He almost shot you." He reminded her. Ariadne felt her face redden.
"He was trying to protect me," she defended. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"He sure did a great job."
"You're being sarcastic."
"You're picking up with my humor." He smiled and Ariadne felt her face heat up again. "Anyways, do you know Bobby's real name?"
"Of course, Robert Smith." Arthur smiled.
"'Smith'? Really Junior, couldn't think of anything more fake." He said to no one in particular. Ariadne tapped her foot in annoyance.
"What's that suppose to mean? Are you implying I don't know my own boyfriend's name?"
"Of course not, I'm implying that he's lied to you about some things."
"Like what?"
"His name, most likely his childhood, probably his age."
"Shut up."
"Tell me about his parents Ariadne." Ariadne opened her mouth only to shut it once again. Arthur smirked leaning back against the door. Raising his eyebrows in mock concern, he gestured her to speak.
"His mother died, and his father is a workaholic." He nodded.
"Correct. Now, tell me who his father is." She went silent again. The corners of Arthur's mouth went higher as he smiled brightly at her.
"Even if he told me his name, I wouldn't even know him. Bobby's not from Limboville."
"Trust me, you know his father." Ariadne shut her mouth. Arthur smiled in amusement.
"Does the name Maurice Fischer mean anything to you?"
"Momma," 12 year old Ariadne looked up to her matron figure. The woman in question looked down at her daughter with teary eyes.
"Yes dear?" The woman's voice cracked.
"What happened to Pa-pa?"Ariadne's young innocence pierced through her mother's heart. The older woman held back a sob. Taking a deep breath, she collected the children in her arms.
"Pa-pa's in a better place."Suddenly, Ariadne heard a shuffle behind her. Turning her head, she saw her Uncle Charles standing over another man. The unidentified man brushed his shoulder off from his spot from the ground.
"Get the fuck out of my father's funeral." Young Ariadne gasped at her uncles's language. Her mother rushed to her father's side.
"Charles…" she attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged her off.
"Get out of here Junior." Charles Fletcher threatened. The young man, as far as Ariadne could tell, smirked. An older gentleman helped him up.
"Sorry, Charlie, I only came because father wanted to send his condolences." With a flick of the young man's hand, his older companion handed Charles a scrap piece of paper. Upon reading it, the angry man crumpled the paper and tossed at the young man.
"Fuck you. You're just as bad as Maurice, Junior." The man only smirked once more.
"Come on Uncle Peter, it seems like it's time to leave." The other man sighed and agreed. The two men began to make their way out of the reception, the man stopped where 12 year old Ariadne stood. The young man leaned forward and smiled. His smile was softer than before.
"Well, you're a pretty thing." He mentioned slyly as he traced Ariadne's cheek. The young girl shivered. Crystal met chocolate.
"Don't touch her, you worthless fuck." Charles screamed. The young man only laughed. He leaned in to give Ariadne a kiss on the cheek.
"'til next time." He whispered. Red, Ariadne touched her cheek where the spot where his lips met her skin burned.
The sapphire lingered. He disappeared into the crowd. She never saw him again… So she thought.
"Bobby… Bobby's… Bobby's junior." She shook in her revelation. Her knees unbuckled and she fell forward. Arthur quickly lunged to catch her.
"…Junior escaped as well as Nash." Stinson concluded his report. Eames frowned.
"What about the girl?" Stinson watched mesmerized as Eames flipped the chip.
"According to witnesses, she was dragged off by a tall man with dark, slick-back hair." Eames quickly snatched the chip out of the air when he heard the escription.
"Oh Artie-boy." He murmured.
"Sir?" stinson said, but eames quickly brushed him off when he felt his phone vibrate.
"Eames." The smooth man spoke into the speaker.
"We have a situation with the girl's parents." The other voice replied. Eames nodded and walked away from the other officer.
"What's wrong with them?"
"They're dead."
Arthur lifted Ariadne in his arms effortlessly. Again, he thought as he laid her across the bed. Her breathing steady, but it appeared she had fallen asleep. Arthur shook his head. He heard his phone ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked it.
"Cobb."
"Arthur."
"What's going on?"
"Take the girl to Eames." Arthur frowned at the mention of the other man.
"It's too soon."
"It's important that she goes to the police right away."
"Why?'
"It seems Nash killed her parents." Arthur quickly glanced at the sleeping girl. Suddenly his heart was filled with anguish for such a young girl, her life had been flipped completely upside down. He felt sorry for her. Arthur quickly shook this out of his thoughts. There was no way he could start feeling for the woman.
"Arthur?" Cobb yelled on the other side.
"Yes?"
"You understand. Bring her to Eames now."
"She's sleeping Dom. I'll take her when she wakes up." There was silence.
"Dom?"
"Arthur, is there something wrong with you?" Arthur sighed running his hand through his slick hair.
"No, but she's had a rough day. Let's let her rest before she has to find out what happened." Cobb was silent again.
"Okay, but once she wakes up, take her straight to Eames."
"Understood."