The next day Eames was woken up by the sound of Sherlock scratching at the bedroom door. As Eames sat up, his stomach rumbled, and he looked up to see the cat staring at him.

"I'm guessing you're hungry as well?"

The cat meowed and then pointedly stared at him and then at the door. "Ah yes, breakfast time it is, then!" Eames said, hopping out of bed and following the cat into the kitchen.

Sherlock leapt onto the counter as Eames gather all of the things he would need to make breakfast. "What shall it be this morning, Sherlock? We have salmon and we have some left over tuna, your choice?"

The only response he got was a stare so Eames chose the Salmon, "Salmon it is! Now you hold on while I go grab my phone."

Eames ran back to the bedroom and picked up his phone off of the bed and quickly texting Arthur.

"Good morning dearest. You're missing a lovely breakfast! Sherlock and I are having smoked salmon. You really should come home before I spoil him rotten! I love you."

With that done, he went back to make sure that his naughty cat hadn't eaten his share of the salmon. Luckily Sherlock had behaved himself and Eames' piece of salmon was still on the table.

"I think that we shall have pizza with mushrooms and anchovies on it tonight. I can never get that when Arthur is around. He absolutely detests anchovies, but you like them don't you?"

Again Sherlock's only response was to stare at him. But Eames understood that the stare meant, "Yes you stupid human, of course I like anchovies, they are fish."

"Great, well I'm going to go get ready for work now. And while I'm gone today don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Within fifteen minutes Eames was out the door and heading towards the warehouse, already much happier than he had been the past week. All he could think about was Arthur finally responding. Eames was well aware the extent to which Arthur's anger could go. Arthur's father had once said the word faggot in his presence and Arthur hadn't spoken to him for nearly two years.

Upon arriving at the warehouse he was greeted by an odder sight than usual. Ariadne was chasing Yusuf around with a stapler and Cobb was lying atop his desk, just staring at the ceiling.

Eames pulled out his phone, deciding now would be a good time to text Arthur.

"Everyone's gone mental without you. Ariadne's chasing Yusuf with a stapler, and Cobb is nonresponsive lying on the top of his desk. We need you back. I love you."

At the exact moment he put his phone back into his pocket, he turned to the side just soon enough to see a stapler whirling through the air at his head. Unfortunately for him he didn't have enough time to move out of the way, so as soon as it made contact he lost consciousness.

"Dammit Ariadne, look at what you've done!" Yusuf yelled, standing over the unconscious forger.

She was about to fight him, saying it hadn't been her fault, if only he had not annoyed her in the first place, but then she looked down and realized Eames' head was bleeding.
"Cobb, get up off your ass. I think we need to take Eames to the hospital."

Thirty minutes, and many forged documents later, Eames was admitted to the hospital for a mildly severe head trauma.

The rest of the team waited to find out if Eames was going to be okay. Finally the doctor walked out from behind the door. "Mr. Eames should be fine, though he may experience a bout of mild to severe amnesia for up to two weeks. Is there someone that can stay with him?"

"I will." A quiet voice said from behind the group.

The doctor turned to him, "Ah yes, you must be Mr. Arthur. I'm glad you got our message. I will go start the release papers now."

They watched the doctor walk away and then Yusuf, Ariadne and Cobb made their way over to Arthur. "How did they know to call you?" Cobb asked.

"I'm Eames' first of kin," He said, as if they should have already known that. And it's true, they probably should have guessed.

Just as Arthur was about to say something else, a nurse rolled Eames into the waiting room in a wheel chair. When she stopped next to the group he looked at her with a grin "Thank you, darling." The nurse blushed and walked away.

"Eames, I'm so sorry! I was aiming for Yusuf and I didn't really even see you!" Ariadne told him, trying to convey to him all of her guilt, so that he wouldn't be too angry with her.

He looked at her for a minute before saying "Who are you?"

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