When Arthur opened the door of the warehouse he wasn't surprised to see Eames already inside. Both men greeted by nodding and exchanging glances. Arthur went straight ahead to where his desk usually resided, followed by the Forger's stare. He knew he was bursting to ask all the questions his message fail to clarify. But at the moment the only thing Arthur's mind was thinking was where to start.

As he placed the silver briefcase on top of the light layer of dust his desk collected, Arthur took the perfectly tied Winsor knot of his tie and loosed it a little. He took a deep breath and turned to face the other man on the room. Eames seemed collected enough, years on the business might taught him some mannerisms in situations like this. The Point Man was thankful for that.

After a couple of seconds in silence, both men staring at each other, the English man relaxed his shoulders and walked a couple of steps to the Point Man. Arthur frowned at this gesture but didn't move, but when the Forger stood right in front of him, Arthur rose an eyebrow. In a second Arthur felt the bulky arms of the Forger embracing him tightly. He didn't respond, instead he just stood there befuddled by the gesture.

"I am sorry mate"

Arthur frowned at his words, what he meant by saying he was sorry? Is not like it was his fault Ariadne had been kidnapped so why he was apologizing for? The Point Man stood there, feeling a little uncomfortable by the sudden expression of affection from his teammate. Yet he didn't comment anything. A couple of seconds passed until Eames loosened up and took a stepped back. They stared at each other's eyes until the forger half smiled and patted the Point man on the shoulder.

"We'll find her"

Arthur nodded. As the Forger turned and walked back to the nearest chair, Arthur started to wonder that maybe what the forger needed was some reassurance, maybe the hug wasn't to comfort him after all. Pushing these thoughts aside Arthur pulled a chair and sat next to the Forger.

"So… when does our lovely Extractor join us?" the forger asked while laying back on the chair

"Tomorrow, noon"

Eames nodded as he stared at the ceiling. An uncomfortable silence fell upon the pair. Arthur stood up and reached for his briefcase, pulling out his notepad he took back his seat. Watching all his moves, Eames bended a little over as a sign that he was listening. After flipping some pages Arthur looked back at the forger.

"Cobb received the call around 5pm which means it was 2 in the morning here. I need you to go to her place and look for clues"

"What about you?" Eames asked tilting his head to the right.

"I'm going to the cellphone company and reactivate her number. There might be something in there, also just to be safe"

The forger nodded brushing the tip of his nose with his right index. Arthur proceeded.

"I can break into the surveillance system of Paris but I need to know where she could possibly had been before she was taken. So anything you find, inform me"

Eames nodded and stood up, fixing his jacket. Arthur opened his jacket and pulled out a small cellphone, extending it to the Forger.

"Here, my number is already in it"

Taking it with his right hand and saving it on his jacket's pocket, Eames nodded.

"You have the address?" Arthur asked looking up from his notes.

"No need, I already know where she lives"

Arthur raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Eames half smiled while fixing the neck of his shirt.

"Been there before" the forger explained

Arthur frowned and felt a minor unpleasant sensation settle in the pit of his stomach. However he didn't out voice his thoughts, instead he nodded and looked back at his notes.

Taking this a sign to leave, Eames checked on his watch and started to walk to the door. Once he was on the frame of it he glanced at the Point Man one last time. As usual Arthur was already scribbling down some notes while pulling out his loyal laptop from his briefcase. Eames sighed and walked away from the warehouse.

After taking a couple of train stations Eames reached the apartment of the Architect. The building looked nicer than the place she used to live before. Of course after a 7-digit figure deposited to her account it was expected she changed neighborhoods. In fact he was the one who suggested her to change places in the first place.

He still remembered the first time he offered himself to accompany her one night she stayed to long on the warehouse. Paris was a beautiful city but at night in the wrong places it could turn just like any other city in the world. The building of the petite woman was just like any of the places that sheltered college students. Old, small and crowed.

So when she invited him over it was a surprise he fit in at all, the corridors where narrow and poorly lit. Eames almost laughed when she opened the door of her apartment and found it was a single room, there was a small bed cornered at the end of the room with a small covered window, right next to it a desk and on the corner near the door there stood a minibar with a microwave on top of it. There was another door opposite to the bed, which Eames assumed it lead to the bathroom.

"Bienvenu a la chateau le Ariadne's"

"Sweetie don't want to be rude but I don't think anyone but you could possibly fit here" he mocked.

She punched him gently on the arm.

"Don't laugh jerk. It's all I could afford here. Besides you haven't seen the best" she said walking inside.

Closing the door behind him Eames grinned

"What? The bathroom? Unless you have your knickers hanging up in there I have no interest on going in there" he sneered as he walked a step closer.

"No you pervert, I mean this"

She said this pulling a string from the window, revealing what was behind it. Eames had to admit the view was spectacular, even if it was a tiny window you could see clearly the Eifel tower from there.

"Well unless you blindfold your dates and only show them this view. It is a good place to live" he commented half smiling.

"And just for that comment you're paying for the pizzas"

Eames chuckled as the flashback slipped away, it seemed that day was really long ago. Sighing he walked inside the building in front of him. He didn't need to make that much of a excuse to the guard, he already knew him. After all he was there when the Architect signed the papers for the new place to live. Even if he felt like her shopping buddy, he felt flattered she had chosen him to aid her with that type of choice.

So when he told the guard he lost his key of her girlfriend's apartment and he was trying to surprise her by decorating her place, the guard didn't oppose much. Giving him a spare key he walked to the elevator. Pushing the 5th floor button he waited until the doors were closed. In silence he started to meditate what to look for once he was there. The bell rang and the silver doors opened smoothly. He walked to the left and reaching the last door of the corridor he opened the black wood door.

The place looked exactly like the last time he was there, she had invited him for tea and pastries last time he was in town. After telling her that even if he was English that didn't necessarily meant he was fond of tea, she throw away the charade and ordered pizzas. Later that afternoon he had helped her to pick up the furniture and some ornaments. Even if he would never admit it, he was fond of house decoration.

He started to scout her place, looking for anything that could possibly help them trace what happened the day she was taken. There was no sign of anything that helped him figurate out if she went out with her friends, and by the looks of the dishes on the sink she hadn't been at home since the morning. He was heading to her bedroom when he noticed a red little flashlight shining on the corner. Heading to it he noticed the answering machine blinking at him. There was a message. Eames pressed the button and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You have a new message delivered today at 8:32am" the machine spoke.

"Hey Ari, it's Jane. Sorry I didn't pick up last night, I forgot my cell at my place. Anyhow why you're not answering your cell and why weren't you at Remy's last night? Please don't tell me you were at the library again. I swear one of these days your ears will be puffing out smoke. Anyway you better be tonight for Andrew's birthday party if not you're so dead. Well got to go, see ya"

Bingo

A/N: No, I haven't forgotten this story nor PYT. That's how my head works, sometimes it craves for romance (PYT), sometimes for something fresh (Jukebox) and sometimes (like this) for drama. Anyhow thanks for reading ^^ support me by leaving me loving reviews Pluuuuuease?