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"He said…"

Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.

A sudden vibration from Sophie's coat pocket interrupted the Captain in mid-sentence.

Jumping from her seat slightly, after precariously being perched at the end of it in anticipation of the Captain's very next words. Sophie let out a low growl of frustration, which sounded more like a moan coming from her. She reached in her pocket now thoroughly anxious to hear her message and with one click of a button, no more vibrations.

"You were saying…" Sophie gulped.

"Yes," Fache began getting back on track, "He said…"

"…I regret that I can not be here to tell you this in person," Langdon's voice crackled over the office phone, "But I believe I have…fallen in love, once again." His voice sounded mechanical and forced, like he had practiced in front of a mirror.

"Now please I know what your thinking," Langdon sounded desperate, " 'Robert has gone off on another adventure and found a new maiden in distress,'" his voice seemed so urging, so begging like he was on his knees this very moment, "It's not like that… I don't… I can't…" he stuttered.

He took a deep breath, "Someone I thought I never would see again, has come back into my life," he paused, "My first love… no that sounds horrible… I mean I'm married—no wait, cut that…" he sounded frustrated and annoyed with himself.

"Mr. Langdon-" Fache's deep voice carried over the phone.

"Wait Captain please," Langdon's voice broke slightly over the phone, and Bezu couldn't tell if the next noise was static or the professor composing himself.

Bezu froze at hearing so much desperation in a grown man's voice, especially a man he believed to be so strong, "Just tell her," he sighed in heartbreak, " I'm sorry and I hope we can be friends."

The line was silent for a few seconds.

"Did you get that?"

"Yes, I'll tell her…" he said whispered solemnly.

"Thank you."

And with that the line went dead.

Langdon slammed the phone down in irritation, Dammit Sophie; pick up your cell phone.

After trying to get through three times Robert gave up just in time to hear his fiancé's voice over his head, "Honey," her voice whined through the speakers on the wall, "Come to the front porch, we need to leave the mansion immediately!"

Mansion? Langdon thought questioningly, This place is a castle.

In fact theAbelló residence was so amazingly large that they needed a staff of 150 to run the place, and speakers in each room to contact people so you wouldn't get a workout walking from one side of the palace to the other. Complete with its very own courtyard and lush gardens, with exotic flowers of all types. The extravagancy of the manor made Langdon question if Mrs. Abelló was in something other than oil…

Never the less, Mrs. Abelló was going to be family, and also he didn't feel exactly safe questioning anything about the mysterious woman. Pressing the bright red "davanti" button, with the English translation "front" under it, "Coming…" he mumbled.

"Again Ms. Neveu I completely apologize—"

A loud thud against the Captain's desk cut him off, Sophie's fist just slammed strait into a small stack of papers piled on Bezu's desk. Lucky she did too, because Fache was sure that if she hit the desk head on he would have heard the cracking of some broken fingers. Rising to rest both her hands on the desk, she stared him down with her deep eyes, and instinctively Bezu scooted his chair back a few inches. Sophie's normally chocolate eyes seemed to glow a fiery red, and her jaw clenched with rage.

"Tell Mr. Langdon the next time you see him," she ground out between her tightly pressed lips, "that if he has something to say to me he should say it himself, or not say it at all."

Sophie then marched out of Bezu's office with an alarmingly aggressive speed, her delicate hands slammed the knob on it hinges leaving the door shaking violently in her wake. And the Captain let out a scared breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

A devastated Sophie Neveu could break your heart, Fache thought, But an enraged one could break your arm.

Sophie's heels were so loud and strides so quick against the tile floor, that it sounded like the Kentucky Derby was racing down the hallway. As she moved in the direction of her cubicle desk she saw a few heads pop out of their own in confusion to all the noise, and she threw all a miserable scowl.

She growled under her breath, "The nerve of that arrogant bast—"

Another shriek of frustration escaped her lips before she finished the sentence, causing a few heads to turn her way. I-I can't even finish a thought I'm just so…

Finally arriving at her desk cubicle she took a seat in her spiny blue chair, and laid her arms on her desk burring her face into them. God, Sophie sighed mentally, I feel like-like hitting something- breaking something!

"Why am I so mad?" she yelled turning her face toward the white boards that covered the ceiling.

A smooth voice chuckled kindly behind her, "It's called rejection, chéri."

"Finally you're here!" Vittoria's voice panicked.

Langdon walked out of the residence slightly winded from trying to find his way through the Abelló's enormous maze of a castle.

"We have a problem…"

"What…?" Langdon asked slowly, half of him not wanting to know the answer.

Vittoria grabbed him by the shoulders in an insisting manner, "We need to go to Paris."

She put a hand up before Robert could answer, "Now I know how tired you are with traveling, and especially to Paris after what happened there, but it is the fashion capital of the world, and Mena insists we buy the dress there so-"

He cut off her desperate rambling and said calmly, "I'll go."

A beautiful, full smile lightened Vittoria's face as she wrapped him in a big bear huge with her arms, "Thank you so much Robert!"

No, Robert thought, Thank you Vittoria. She had unknowingly given him the perfect excuse to drop in on someone he needed to see.

She pulled away a bit giving an excited squeal and a quick, "I love you!" Before skipping in glee, to the jet-black limo that awaited them both.

Langdon sighed thinking about what he had to do, I hope you still will after I blatantly lie to you…

Sophie's fingers idly tapped against the cool metal of the small café table in front of her, What am I doing here?

After she had been told her message a few hours ago, apparently she had "ran into her office with a face of grief, anger and frustration," but that's just what her colleagues are now saying behind her back. And with her having just come out of Fache's locked office, where earlier a large thud could have been heard, the speculation of her fellow agents continued suggestively.

But another problem came when none other than Florent Bodine stepped into her cubicle doorway, just seconds after she had gone in about to scream. As usual he offered to do something with her, "Just lunch, you'll feel better." He persuaded. And Sophie being weary and exasperated with no decent excuse at the moment had no choice but to agree.

So here she was sitting at the café they agreed on, waiting for the blue-eyed wonder boy.

What are you thinking Sophie, she grumbled putting her head into her hands, Madeline will never let me hear the last of this.

"Bonjour, chéri." A voice greeted her enduringly from across the table.

Sophie lifted her vision to see Bodine snatch her hand to his lips and give the top of her hand a wet kiss.

Sophie felt herself gag at he traditional French gesture of friendship, knowing that he means to be much more than friends.

"Hi." Sophie said awkwardly, suddenly regretting her agreeing to this.

"My dear," he sighed sitting down, still holding on to her hand as Sophie tried to pull it back from his iron grip, "It broke my heart to see you in such distress this morning." Now another one of his strong hands gripped hers.

Sophie still trying politely to pull the ensnared limb away, she answered, "Thank you," pulling back a bit harder, "But I'm really fine now." She insisted hinting slightly to her hand.

"Yes of course," he let go suddenly making her lose her balance and fall back slightly, "I was just saying it was a shame to see you in tears over a man like the Captain."

She stared at him bewildered for a second, "First off, I was not crying," Sophie stated clearly, "Me and the Captain never had anything but a strictly professional relationship."

Bodine looked pleased at her second comment, "So you are single," he raised his eyebrow suggestively.

Rather quick to the point, aren't you?

"Yes but—"

"Ahem," I voice interrupted from beside the table, "Ms. Neveu?"

To Sophie's utter annoyance it was her superior Captain Fache. She had not completely forgiven him for not telling her the message earlier, and making her look like an idiot waiting for an engaged man, for worse yet his desperate mistress.

"Yes, Captain Fache?" Sophie sighed in an obvious condescending manner, like she was speaking with a troublesome child.

"Ms. Ames said I might find you here," he said blandly, "There is an urgent matter that needs your attention at headquarters."

Sophie's brow furrowed in confusion, Couldn't he ask any of the other hundred cryptographers in the building? And why did he come himself, why not send one of his lackey agents?

Her eyes looked at him questioningly and only one answer came to mind, It's something he needs me specifically for.

And despite how curious she was to find out what that thing was, she decided to make him suffer a bit for holding out on her before. "Fine." She said dismissively, but turned back to Bodine with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Now Ms. Neveu," he growled in annoyance, "It is rather important," his voice hinted towards something else.

This time Bodine turned toward him and said, "She'll be there in a moment," as if to politely get rid of him. His boldness toward the Captain surprised her a bit, considering most agents under him coward in fear.

Bezu looked at Florent as if seeing him the first time since his arrival, with a disgusted scowl on his face.

Fache grumbled something under his breath that sounded oddly like, "Female hormones…" Just loud enough so Sophie and him could hear, and of course being the feminist everyone knows her to be, she fell for the bait.

"Excuse me." Sophie snapped, standing up to look him in the eye.

"Nothing," he shrugged innocently.

"For once," Sophie ground her teeth, feeling her anger rising fast, "Can't you at least try to be civil towards me."

Bezu looked angry and offended, "I always am!"

"Are you kidding, I never get the same respect as the male employees in my department." Sophie said with an outraged look on her face. Maybe now was an odd time to bring up a completely irrelevant topic, but Sophie had been meaning to say something about it for a while. She knew what she was saying could possibly get her fired but considering the day she had had it didn't seem to matter much then.

"Now is not the time, Sophie." Bezu growled.

Something in his voice told her to stand down for now, but they would finish this conversation later.

"Fine." She said and began a strut back towards DCPJ headquarters, with Bezu in close step behind her.

Deep Breaths, Deep Breaths, Langdon calmed himself as his hands gripped the armrests tightly. The roar from the engines on the Abelló's jet grew softer and softer in Robert's ears as their altitude increased.

"I hate flying…" he mumbled.

Right at this moment Langdon very much believed in the old saying, "If we were meant to fly God would have given us wings."

He glanced across the isle to where his fiancé and Mena were busily chattering away. Probably about the dam wedding, Langdon thought, and then questioned himself. Since when did it become that dam wedding?

Langdon's stomach lurched as the plane took a sharp right.

Since it got me on this plane, he groaned.

Sophie found herself for the second time that day in front of Captain Bezu Fache's desk.

"Sorry to interrupt your lunch Ms. Neveu," Bezu leaned back against the front of his desk, as Sophie took a seat in her former chair, "But I have an assignment that requires you specifically,"

The door suddenly opened to show Major Collet as he walked into the office and shut the door behind him, carrying two brown manila folders. He nodded to Sophie in acknowledgment and handed the files to Fache.

"What we are about to tell you Sophie," Fache said in a dead serious tone, "Cannot leave this room. Understand?"

Sophie just nodded in replay and let him continue, "We believe there to be a leak within the department."

This was no big surprise to Sophie; almost any law enforcement agency had a few moles inside. What is vital though, is that they don't have access to anything important.

"This leak is quite special though," Collet continued for him, "We have been tracking and observing the subject for months to find he not only has been selling weapons and information, but has close relations to the Italian Mob, having carried out various hit jobs for them."

"He is a threat and disgust to this department," Fache spit out, "And we need him removed before major damage occurs, and we need your help to do it."

Now Sophie was thoroughly confused, How can a cryptographer catch a spy?

"Me?" she questioned.

"Yes," Collet answered, kneeling down to the level of her seat to look her in the eye, "For Ms. Neveu you are the only one in this office we trust to carry this out, and exactly whom we need."

Fache sighed, almost in disappointment about what he was going to say, "For you see Sophie, the leak is Florent Bodine."

You'll see how Sophie's assignment fits into the plot with Langdon later. The story is just starting to heat up, so please keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep writing!

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