DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

When I saw Nash, I couldn't help but curl my fist at my side. I couldn't believe we were about to go into this man's mind. I felt the nerves seeping in. This was wrong. I had this bad feeling in the put of my stomach that refused to subside.

"Evening Arthur," he smirked as he walked past me. I kept my eyes on the floor. Reid gave me a quick nod before shutting the door, leaving us to work on Nash.

Cobb motioned to the seat. "Sit down."

Nash obeyed and sat there with a cocky smile on his face. Cobb leaned over to him. "You'd better behave yourself this time. Reid gave us permission to work harder on you."

Nash sat motionless, as if Cobb had said nothing. "Sure, sure," he mumbled.

Cobb eyed Eames from across the room. Eames placed the glass of water on the table, in front of Nash. He looked at it for a moment, before turning his attention back to Cobb. I knew water was too obvious a sedative.

"So Cobb, how are the kids?"

Cobb kept a straight face. "Stay on subject. You have one more chance, Nash. Save some lives and tell us where this guy is."

Nash smiled at him. "You just don't get it. I'm not telling any of you anything."

"Oh, so now you have some loyalty?" I asked, folding my arms. "Tell me Nash, what's it like being completely alone? Having nobody to talk to or to love?"

He looked at me. "You tell me. You don't have anyone either."

I stepped forward, but Cobb shook his head. Nash smirked at reached his hand out to the glass. I heard a quick intake of breath from someone in the room. He grabbed the glass and had a small sip.

"So, what are you asking me today?" he asked, placing the glass on the table. Cobb smirked.

"Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough."

Nash blinked a couple of times. His eyes started drooping, and his body started to sway.

"Good night Nash."

The sedative kicked in and his body fell to the table. Yusuf prodded at his back and nodded to Cobb. Everyone kicked into action. Eames grabbed the PASIV and started pulling out wires. Cobb dragged Nash's chair into the corner.

"Right, let's go. Eames, you'll be the dreamer. We'll have two hours in the first layer. Two hours to get Nash onto the train so we can sedate him. Eames will be the cop."

I sat down in the chair and grabbed the needle off Eames. I looked at Ariadne, who was adjusting her position in her chair. I gave her a small smile, but she looked away.

"Good luck everyone," Cobb nodded. I slid the needle into my wrist and let myself fall into the darkness.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a police station. Small, but realistic. We were in the viewing room behind the interview room. I looked next to me and saw Ariadne and Cobb staring through the window.

"Is-" I was cut off by the sound of the door opening. I watched as Eames walked in, forged as a chubby police officer. I noticed Nash was sitting by the table, staring at his hands.

"Now all we do it wait," Cobb said. "We let Nash run."

Let Nash run? The idea disgusted me, but I knew I had to keep control. We watched Eames talk to Nash, who was becoming increasingly nervous. He was going to make a break for it.

I turned to Cobb. "You think this is going to work?"

He nodded. "Sure. It has to. For the sake of life or death." He looked next to him. "Ariadne, you said there was a bombing near the college?"

She nodded, but quite shakily, as if she were nervous. "Yeah…I heard that some people were killed."

"Well, we're going to make sure that this stops," I said. "I promise."

"Only if this works," she mumbled.

"Look, if we can perform inception, we can do this for sure," I reassured her.

"It's happening!" Cobb pointed. I looked into the interview room and quickly inhaled. Eames was letting Nash take him down to the floor. Nash kicked him in the ribs. I prayed that it would stop there, but he was becoming increasingly violent. Eames received a few kicks to the face and was quickly becoming bloody.

"He needs to leave," Cobb hissed, watching the scene unfold in front of him. Nash eventually gave up and ran out of the door. Cobb waited a moment before running in. Ariadne and I followed him.

"Eames, you alright?" Cobb lifted Eames, who had now become himself again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. For a runt, he's a good punch," he mumbled, rubbing the side of his face.

"We need to leave now if we want to beat him for the train station," I said, grabbing the keys from my pocket. "Car's in the back."

"Let's go."

I followed Cobb out of the back door, Ariadne and a bleeding Eames in tow.

"If only we had Yusuf with us. He's a good driver," Eames mumbled. I turned to him.

"We don't need a good driver. We need a fast one."