Chapter 9 - Missing?

"Ugh! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!"

"You wanna say that one more time?" Ariadne teased, sitting up in bed.

"What's wrong?" Arthur came in behind Gianna

"Gianna's just expressing her immense hate for someone. Who do you hate again?"

"Eames!"

"What happened?" Arthur questioned, taking a seat on the stool near the small desk, placing his forearms on his knees and folding his hands.

"He punched Adam."

"Why?" Ariadne asked, looking at Arthur who was rolling his eyes.

"Because he tried to take me home. That's why we got kicked out. Then I got mad and asked him why he did it and he said he was protecting me from being hurt and I...Told him something that obviously hurt his feelings and he left and I don't know where he is." Gianna said, sadly, realizing that he was protecting her and now he's out and about in the middle of the night. "Damn. I have to go find him." She said running down the stairs

"Do you need me to go with you?" Arthur asked. Gianna looked up from the bottom of the stairs smiling and said,

"You forget who you're talking to; your hit...woman. I'll be fine." Then sprinted out the door. "We're in a suburban area, how far could he have gotten in ten minutes." She said to herself, deciding which way to go. She decided to take a left and head down a dark street towards a different neighborhood. "Eames!" She called a few times not hearing or seeing anything in response. She started to get worried, and then remembered it's Eames we're talking about here.
She came across a vacant lot about a quarter of a mile from her house, that looked empty, but upon further inspection she found him on top of a dilapidated picnic table under a dead tree, with his forearms on his knees and his head down. She walked over to the table as quickly and quietly as possible feeling guilty, running what she was going to say through her head. She sat on the table and watched as a wild rabbit scurried away, Eames looked up and looked down just as quickly. She went to put her hand on his forearm, but he moved it and it ended up on his knee and she looked up at him waiting for him to listen to her. He looked at her expectantly to speak.

"Look, I'm not going to waste your time getting to my knees and begging for you to forgive me. What I am gonna do, is tell you that I'm sorry that I got so angry at you. I just was feeling stupid for letting myself fall for Adam's flirtations...Again, and I felt like I couldn't defend myself from him. I want to tell you that I'm glad you were there to defend me, and that I didn't mean what I said at the house I was just, well, there's really no excuse, I'm just sorry."

"You may not want to get on your knees for me to beg my forgiveness, but I'd ike you to get on your knees for me for...Something else." Eames replied, winking at her.

"Eames!" Gianna exclaimed, slack-jawed, then laughed at him. "I guess this means you're not mad anymore?" She looked at him through her lashes.

"No, darling." He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She shivered at the sudden warmth, realizing just now that she was cold, and that she was still in her strapless dress. He chuckled while standing up and offering a hand for her to take after putting his jacket around her shoulders. She slipped her heels off taking her from about Eames' height to shoulder level and wrapped her arm around him; feigning coldness just to be nestled against his natural warmness.

"You know, I don't actually think you'd try something with me," She said, blushing as she continued "if anything, I'd be willing." Eames chuckled

"Are you suggesting something, love?"

"Quite possibly." She giggled walking ahead a little. He caught up to her and took her hand walking along side of her.

"Eames?" He 'hmm'd' signaling that he was paying attention. "I'm probably going to regret this for the rest of my life but, I really do like you. More than I initially planned."

"Gianna?" Eames asked, she looked up at him reluctantly. "You're mistaken in thinking you'll regret it because you'll find that the feelings are indeed mutual." He looked down at her squeezing her hand as a reassuring gesture. "Have you made a totem yet?"

"What's a totem?"

"Something of a certain weight that only you know to reassure yourself that you're not dreaming."

"Oh, I guess not. Do I really need one?"

"Well, the thin line between dreaming and reality can become very blurred if you get in far enough. I'd especially like you to have one by the time the job goes around, especially since we're going down multiple levels."

"I...I wouldn't know what to make it."

"Just think about it. We have time."

A/N: Yaaaay! I finally found a way to make their nice relationship bud. :3

Anyway, I don't know about the ending but whatever.

I need an idea for her totem. I'd like something to do with guns and/or pertaining to her roll on the team. All of the ideas I thought of would take too much time for her to test without her doubting without even wanting to check if she were in reality. So, if you have ideas, send them my way and you'll get credit!

I really hate to do this, but I feel like not many people are reading my story so I won't post the next chapter until I get a minimal 4 reviews.

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