Greetings everyone! Long time no see...or write. Haha please ignore that horrible joke. Firstly, I would like to apologize for not updating quicker. Today I completed the last of my exams so at least I have some sort of life now :). Secondly, I would like to thank all of you faithful readers who have either reviewed, story alerted, or favorited. You all brighten my day!

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Ariadne's P.O.V.

Thud, thud, thud. Ariadne woke up to a deep throbbing noise. Thud, thud, thud. "Ow," she moaned.

"Ariadne, are you alright?"

Gingerly turning her head she spotted dark eyes peering at her behind a mass of curly black hair. Yusuf.

"I'm fine. Yusuf, what's that sound?"

"What sound?" The chemist looked a bit worried.

"The pounding noise." She responded. "If you listen closely you can hear it." She paused and was greeted by the familiar thud.

"I don't hear anything." Yusuf was looking more and more concerned by the second. "Hang on, I'm sure I have something to ease the pain."

What pain? She scanned her brain. A whirlwind of images and sounds greeted her. Coffee shop- walking- street-explosion-Arthur. Thud, thud, thud. Ariadne realized that the thudding was coming from head. Reaching up, she probed softly at a chunky bandage obscuring the top part of her head. She had a million questions, but the one gnawing its way to the front of her mind came out first. "Where's Arthur?"

"Ah." Suddenly the chemist looked a bit uneasy. "After him and Eames dropped you off here at the warehouse they had to go meet….someone."

Ariadne knew that the 'someone' Yusuf was referring to was dangerous and no doubt behind the attack on her. "Yusuf, you're a horrible liar, where are they?" Despite her small size, she could be quite threatening when she wanted to.

"They—Creakk. The sound of the warehouse door opening made both the architect and the chemist look up.

Thud, thud, thud. This time she knew that the light pounding was coming from the footsteps of the men that just walked through the door. Ariadne looked at the first man for an unusually long amount of time. Slicked back dark hair thud three-piece suit thud eyes crinkling ever so slightly and lips moving just a fraction of an inch to let her know that she was acknowledged thud. This time she wasn't sure if the thuds were coming from her head or her heart. She was forced to stop admiring Arthur when she heard a familiar voice and glanced at her good friend, and sometimes a source of great annoyance, Eames. The third man who walked through the door she did not recognize. Long and shaggy hair, darting eyes, and the slightly unkempt appearance of this third man made her instantly dislike him. And that was before she heard him speak.

"So this is your little architect?" The man spit out the last word.

"Yes this is Ariadne." Arthur glanced quickly at her then focused his attention back on the rude man. "Ariadne this is Nash."

The name sounded vaguely familiar to her but she didn't know how, and besides, her head was hurting too much for her to think coherently.

"Nash works for some very important and powerful people who need us to perform an extraction." Arthur was explaining to her. "This job-

"Ok Arthur you can catch Ariadne up later." Nash spit her name like she physically hurt him. "And just so that none of you get any funny ideas…." He reached behind him and before Ariadne could comprehend what was happening there was a gun pointing at her head.

"Nash!" Arthur intoned.

"Just messing with you, geez lighten up Arthur!" Nash joked with an ugly sneer across his face. "Good architects are hard to come by, however; chemists aren't in so much demand."

Click. Boom. Yell.

"Yusuf!" Ariadne cried as the chemist clutched his leg and howled.

"Eames get the first aid kit!" Arthur commanded.

Even between Yusuf's labored breathing and the sound of objects being thrown around as Eames searched for the first aid kit she could hear the slow measured steps of Nash as he walked away.

"Remember what I said Arthur. Two months. That's it."