Chapter 24!

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I'm kind of stuck with this. I have a few ideas... but I don't know how to put all them together. Maybe my updates are going to be slow, but I prefer that, to update anything weird, lol.

A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION!

He was thinking about the proposal. It was a lot of money, and the challenge was exciting for him, but something inside him couldn't let him think clearly. Arthur's warning was hitting his head. He knew that Arthur wasn't a person who spoke without a reason. But the excitment for going into a mind, steal an idea and plant one at the same moment was a good challenge. A challenge he couldn't give up.

It was late, very late now when someone knocked his door, in a non stop way. He made him sure to see who was knocking his door, before open. She was standing in front of his door, with nothing more than a old t-shirt and a pair of converse trainers.

"Hey, nice to see you, but-"

She ran into his arms, and hugged him tightly. He noted that she was carrying a bag, and her eyes were full of tears.

"What had happened? Why are you like this? It's a cold night and-"

"I should jump, uncle Eames. Like she told me. She was right all the time. He was going to hurt me!"

"Wha- Go slow princess. Its late and I don't get it"

She sat beside him, with her pale legs naked, and her hair was a mess. He held to her a glass of water, and she drank it all at once.

"We were together on bed, and suddenly he ran out, and... I asked him what was wrong with him, and he said we should stop it, and then I was trying to talk to him but"

"But?"

She showed the Forger the bruises in her arm.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn't sleep. Her words were on his head, hitting him on a headache. After trying for two hours, she never opened her room's door, ane finally he fall on the floor, defeated.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Yes?"

"Arthur, its me, Dom"

"He hit you?"

"No"

Eames sighed tired, trying to figure out what had happened between those two. He was sure Arthur would never hit a woman, but the bruises were clearly the mark of his hand.

"I was talking to him, and he told me to stop it, but I continued, and he ran to me and grabbed me by my arm. He was so... I'm sorry uncle Eames, I'm so sorry"

He hugged her, and she just cried in his arms.

"Dom?"

The Point Man was pale, and her gaze were now on her door. Something was going on... something wrong.

"Arthur, I now its been a while since the last time we speak, but I was- how are you? How is Phillipa? Is she there?"

"Err, fine, everything is fine, she's fine. Yeah, she's here, just let me-"

As soon as he opened the door, and saw her empty bed, and her empty closet, he dropped the phone.

"It's ok. You're going to be ok. He knows you're here?"

"No. Please uncle Eames, don't tell him. I'm scared"

The forger frowned, and looked at her. She was holding the ring that once she refused to use it. It was Mal's ring.

"Why scared? He loves you and-"

"He doesn't love me anymore. My mother was right"

"Mal? Sweetie, there is something else you want to talk about?"

Eames tried to made her talk about everything, and understand. Something inside him was telling him that she was keeping something away from Arthur and him.

"I found Arthur's PASIV. In the dream, I was pregnant, but I was having a miscarriage. My mother was there, looking how the projections were crying, and she told me to jump... to jump before this happen"

"Arthur? Arthur, are you there?"

His face was pale, and the feeling of fear ran up to his spine. "Dom?Yes, she's here... sleeping. It's late here. How-how is the family?"

"Good. Listen, I was calling because next week we're going to Paris. I want to see her, and all the family too. Don't tell her, please. I want it to be a surprise"

He sighed and tried to sound calm at the moment of answer the Extractor.

"Ok. I will be waiting"

"Great. Thanks Arthur"

He hung up. "Shit"

"Good night. Can I speak with Mr Smith please?"

The little one was cleaning her glasses when a woman called at her dad.

"Oui, just a moment. May I know who is asking?"

"Dominique"

"Oh Dominique! How is going your holidays in the States? I hope you bring us a lot of pictures"

The woman in the other line smiled at the comment of her empoyer's daughter while she held some folders and pictures in her hands.

"Oui, a lot"

Anne walked to her father's office and knocked the door. She was very respectful about her father's work and privacy, always knocking doors and asking him before getting inside.

"Come in"

Once she stepped inside Smith's office, she could see folders and paperwork on the desk. A few picutres of her and her mother decorated the walls with some diplomas.

"Do you need something, princess?"

"Dad, is Dominique on the phone"

Smith took the phone, and his daughter leave the room. He closed the door, even locking himself under key.

"Dominique. Do you got everything as we speak?"

"Mr. Smith, lovely to know about you. Yes, I have the pictures of the place, pictures of them, and information"

The man chuckled over the phone, while he opened the drawer under his desk.

"And...?"

"I had enough time to study her mannerism, movements, everything. I got her. Can I ask about the layouts?"

Smith opened a black folder with some sketches. He smiled at the same time he read te name under the drawings. 'Anne S'

"She did it. And these are perfect"

"He's going to Paris next week. I think we might have to review all the plan"

"I agree, my dear"

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