Chapter 7: Welcome to Paris

"Welcome to Paris," Indy said, stretching after hours of being on the train. He looked down at a sleeping Georgie and smiled. She was stretched out, arms crossed over her chest, and his hat slid down over her eyes. "Hey, kid." he said, shaking her slightly.

"What?" the tone in her voice was clearly like his after being awakened.

"We're here," he replied, pulling their bags down.

Sitting up, Georgie rubbed the sleep from her eyes, taking in the sights and sounds slowly as she stood up. Her eyes immediately went to the couple of seats ahead of them, only to find that their occupants were gone.

Where'd They Go!? she shouted in her head. Her eyes went frantic as she searched the crowd.

"There they are! Bekommen Sie!" Bertram shouted.

"Run!" Georgie said unnecessarily. She took her suitcase from Indy and made quickly through the crowd, knocking over people in her way. "Move! Out of my way!"

She didn't wait for Indy, who had thrown himself aside, blending in with the crowd. She nearly fell, climbing off the train, ignoring the confused conductors. She soon became lost in the crowd of French people, closely being followed by one of Bertram's young cronies.

She slid slowly into an alley to wait for watching the young, handsome boy search for her. He was obviously one of the ultimate species Hitler had been breeding with his light blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was thin, but not frail. The picture of the perfect soldier.

Her heart went out to him, working for such a horrible man, but she knew better not to attract his attention.

She felt a hand clasp over her mouth. She let out a muffled scream of surprise. Frightened, she tried to fight him off, but he over-powered her, spinning her to face him.

"Shut up! It's only me," Indy fiercely whispered. "Let's go. I know a place we can stay."

With one last look at the German boy, she took off behind Indy, left only to think about him.

"Well, where are they, boy?" Bertram shouted. Diedrick glanced around him, feeling embarrassed because he was being scolded like a child. He felt horrible standing in the middle of the platform being screamed at. Almost horrible enough to help the girl and her father instead of Bertram.

"They got away, sir," Diedrick replied quietly looking at his feet.

"Why did you let them escape?!" Bertram exclaimed, his face turning red with anger.

Diedrick didn't have an answer for him, not the one he would like that is. He sighed as he shook his head in defeat. Bertram was his adopted father, but more times than less it felt like he was a slave to Bertram.

"You idiot boy!" Bertram exclaimed walking off. "You will not rest until they are found."

Diedrick fell into step behind him easily. It was his place. Always behind and following. He looked off to where the girl had disappeared too, wondering if he had actually let her go. He had been chasing after her successfully, but it seemed his feet had a mind of their own and slowed, allowing her to escape.

Hopefully, she'll stay out of sight, he thought.

"Where are we going?" Georgie asked after a while of walking.

"I know a lady named Giselle," Indy said. "Very nice house, you'll like it. She's good company too."

Georgie scoffed. There was no way that this woman would be able to impress Georgie. She knew exactly what Indy meant by good company and she wasn't pleased.

"She's got a nice library," Indy said. "Didn't get to read much, but I hear it's one of the best. She's got a daughter that should be just about your age. Sophie, I think. Ah…here we are."

Georgie looked up to see a classic French Victorian style home, very large. Mansion back in that time. She set a frown on her face as they walked up to the double doors.

Indy knocked twice on one of the twin lion's head knockers. The flew open on the second knock. "INDY!"

The doors opened to reveal a slender, beautiful woman. Obviously she was Giselle. She had white blonde hair that rippled down her back and licked her waist, plump red lips, sweet heart-shaped face, cute button nose, lively green eyes under long black lashes, and a curvy body to top it all off. She was a classic French broad. A retired Harlot if Georgie was guessing. She wouldn't be surprised if this was her whore house. That was the only explanation for a single woman with those looks to live in a house like this.

"Indy, ooo iz dis? " she asked, her French accent was very thick.

"Giselle, this is my daughter Georgie. Georgie, this is the ever lovely Giselle," Indy said, big smile on his face, making him look younger in the face and demeanor.

"Georgie, very nice to meet you," Giselle said. "Do come in. You are just in time for tea."

The woman swayed away from the door, allowing them to pass. She then led them down an airy hallway into a floral decorated sitting room. She made a hand motions to the barely dressed girls to leave, leaving the three of them and a younger girl with whispy strawberry blonde hair that reached just past her shoulders, her mother's eyes and a very strait, angular face she had obviously inherited from her father's side of the family.

After pouring tea, Giselle settled onto the love seat next to Indy, a little to close for Georgie's taste. She had a seductive look about her. Spelled out nothing but trouble.

"So, Indy, tell me what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now?" Giselle asked, bringing her cup to her mouth and taking a small sip.

"There's this guy named Bertram," Indy started. Giselle giggled lightly as if Bertram was a pleasant lover she loved to hear the name of.

"He's here every tree months on zee fourth," she said. "What is it you want from him?"

"Information about some diamonds he has. Where he's keeping them, what he plans to do and where he plans to do it," Indy replied.

"I love playing spy," Giselle said. "I most certainly will get the information you seek. Zough I do ask payment in return."

"I knew you would," Indy said, crooked smile sliding up his face. "I'll pay it gladly."

"Oh, I know you always do," she said, her own smile playing on her pink lips.

Georgie nearly gagged on her tea. Watching those two was sickening.

"Sophie, why don't you show Georgie to your room. You two shall be sharing. I don't believe it would be proper to put her into any other room," Giselle said pointedly to her daughter.

With an elegant grace, Sophie stood up, motioning with a slender finger for Georgie to follow.

Giving a final glare to Indy, Georgie stood, following Sophie down another hall, past numerous white doors and through a pair of double doors and into a very spacious room. In the center of the white haven was a mahogany four poster bed big enough to fit ten people across. It's curtains were made of very thin white lace. There was a thick white comforter and a white round pillow reaching all the way across.

The rest was mahogany: the floor, the dresser, the vanity, the lingerie chest, the nightstand, and the bookshelves.

A large white rug covered most of the floor. Then there was French doors leading out to a stone patio.

"You like?" Sophie asked, startling Georgie out of her stupor. She slid off her shoes, following Sophie's example.

"Yes, it's very nice," Georgie replied.

"I know." Sophie's accent was a pleasant French that had an air of long time English study. Sophie caught her interest. "I studied in England for eleven years with my cousins. She still thinks I hardly know a word of English. Very naïve. I like to keep it that way. So, tell me. When you were trying to catch Bertram, did you happen to see if a younger man was with him? He has blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, nice body. Name's Diedrick."

"Chased me for two blocks. What is he to you?" she asked.

"He's a good time," she said. "Very easily seduced actually."

"Hmmm…interesting," Georgie replied, sliding into a white chair.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Sophie asked, seating herself at the vanity and brushing her soft ringlets.

"Maybe, I'm not real sure," Georgie said, staring intently at her hands.

"How you can you not be sure?" Giselle laughed. "Either he is or he isn't."

"Well, we went on one date and we kissed," Georgie replied. "I was sharing his dorm for a while. Till Bertram kidnapped me."

With a sly smile, Sophie said, "If you want information about Bertram, you have to go through Diedrick. I can arrange something for you. He prefers brunettes."

"Really?" Georgie was unsure about a date with the enemy.

Sophie rang a tiny silver bell. A maid came bustling in. They spoke quietly in French before Sophie took out a piece of paper and a pen, writing something on it then giving it to the maid. The maid turned on heel and scampered out of the room.

"It's been arranged," she said. "Now, how about I do your hair?"