Hello again, friends!
To answer a question, no; the story is called Inspector Peckit. :) But that was a good guess! And I might still do a massive update anyway, so no worries!
Enjoy!
Cat Noir skidded down the side of the Eiffel Tower, his eyes scanning the lifts and stairs running inside the frame.
"Come on, come on," he muttered, his heart pounding. "You've got to be here somewhere..."
His foot suddenly caught on something, and his left ankle flared in pain.
"Not again!" Cat Noir stumbled and almost went reeling off the side of the Eiffel Tower. He hastily clicked open his staff and locked it in between the crossing bars of the tower. He let out his breath and glanced up to see what had tripped him.
A thick vine had grown up the side of the tower, intertwining between the bars.
Cat Noir felt his stomach drop. "How did that get there?" Carefully, he pulled in his staff and started to run along the vine. He traced it to a lift that was stuck in between the third and floor levels. The vine had pushed its way up onto the cable and had wrapped around it multiple times, rendering the elevator useless.
"Huh." Cat Noir held out his hand, palm out. "Cataclysm!"
A filmy black cloud bubbled into his palm, and he closed his fist around it. Then he reached out and put his hand on the vine. It dissolved in a puff of black smoke, and the elevator shuddered and began moving down once more.
Cat Noir swung himself closer, latching his stick back onto his belt as he grabbed a cross of bars near to the elevator. Then he continued to swing his way back to the second floor.
"If I can just find a place to switch back..." He grunted as his bounded off his ankle, making it throb.
Finally, he reached the second floor and rushed into one of the fancy restaurants on the second level. He pushed his way through a crowd of people as he headed for the bathroom.
"Excuse me, Cat Noir coming through!" He said hastily, his ring beeping a warning. The crowds parted, muttering and pointing, and Cat Noir suddenly found his way clear. He bolted for the restroom and quickly swung the stall door shut behind him.
There was a flash of light, and Plagg zipped out of Adrien's ring.
"Ugh," Plagg moaned, dropping through the air like a stone. Adrien caught his kwami and slipped him into his pocket.
"Hang in there, Plagg!"
Marinette squeezed Henri's hand and bent down to look into his eyes. "I'm sure she's just down at the bottom. My friend will find her."
Henri sniffled. "I want my mommy." His lip trembled, and he wiped his runny nose on his sleeve.
"Oh, come here, bud..." Marinette held out her arms and Henri stumbled forward, bursting into tears.
"Henri!" A woman with dark hair ran towards Marinette, her eyes wide. Marinette pulled away from the boy and grinned.
"It's your mom, Henri!" She wiped a tear from his cheek and turned him around to face his mother. Henri's mother scooped him up into her arms and kissed his cheek.
"Henri, what did we say about staying with mommy?" She scolded gently, smoothing his brown hair.
"To stay by her feet," Henri grinned sheepishly.
Adrien pushed past Henri and his mom and grabbed Marinette's hands.
"Are you okay?" He asked urgently. "Is everything all right?"
Marinette laughed at his anxiety. "Adrien, I'm fine. Everything's fine."
"Let's just find the treasure and get out of here." Adrien looked around darkly.
"Do we have to leave so soon?" Marinette said wistfully, gazing out over Paris.
Adrien looked back at her incredulously, letting go of her hands. "Why? It's dangerous here!"
"Well, it's the Eiffel Tower..." Marinette mumbled. "And I'm here with you." She bit her lip.
Adrien scratched the back of neck, his cheeks turning pink. "Okay, I, uh, guess we can hang around a little bit."
"Excuse me." Henri's mom put her hand on Adrien's shoulder, and he turned in surprise. "I just wanted to thank you for helping to get my son back to me."
"Hey, no problem!" Adrien grinned.
"Our pleasure," Marinette added.
Henri's mother smiled, and Henri waved happily. "Bye bye, Marinette!"
"Bye, Henri!" Marinette waggled her fingers, beaming.
Marinette sighed in relief as Henri and his mother disappeared into the lift.
"I'm glad we got that straightened out."
"We really do make a good team, Marinette." Adrien glanced sideways at her.
Marinette blushed. "Naw, I'm just...you're just...uhh..." She pushed her bangs out of her face nervously.
Adrien chuckled. "You're so cute, Marinette."
Marinette blushed deeper. "Oh, uh, thanks, Adrien."
Adrien winked and turned back out to the railing. "So, do you know where the treasure might be?"
"I do, actually!" Marinette took a deep breath and steadied herself. "When I was looking for Henri's mom, I found it around the other side. I was going to wait for you to open it, though."
"Thanks, I appreciate that." Adrien rolled his eyes, grinning. "Lead the way!"
Marinette grinned and marched toward the opposite side of the balcony, her shoes clanging softly on the metal. She pointed to a small cardboard box in the corner adjacent to the antenna. "There it is!"
Adrien grinned and surged forward. "Let's open it!"
They each took a side and pulled open the box. Inside, wrapped in aluminum foil, were three things: a gray instant print camera, a package of two little plastic spyglasses, and a small bag of caramels.
"What's with the aluminum foil?" Adrien asked curiously, pushing it aside as he withdrew the spyglasses.
Marinette shrugged. "Ayla's mom is a chef, so I guess she has a lot of it.
"Hey, these are pretty cool!" Adrien grabbed the toy spyglasses, ripping open the plastic wrapping. "These actually look pretty good."
Marinette's hands wrapped around the instant print camera. She turned it over in her hands and found a sticky note posted on it from Ayla: "Take that picture you've always wanted! PS: I want this back! -Ayla."
"I can see my house from here!" Adrien joked, putting one of the spyglasses up to his eye and looking out over Paris.
"Adrien, let's take a picture!" Marinette blurted, holding up the camera. "Over here, where you can see the Champs Elysées!"
Adrien grinned. "All right!" He and Marinette moved up against the iron railing.
"How does this thing work?" Marinette stared at the camera, running her fingers over all the buttons.
"Here, I'll take it." Adrien took the camera from Marinette. "Get closer, then we can see more of the city."
Marinette's heart fluttered as she slid nearer to Adrien. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. Marinette gasped as she was yanked off balance. She stumbled and fell into Adrien, her hand landing on his chest.
"Smile!" Adrien held out Ayla's camera and grinned. Marinette blushed and smiled as the camera flashed.
The camera clicked, and the picture popped out the bottom. Marinette grabbed it eagerly and looked at it.
"I want this one!" She hugged it close to her chest.
"I need one too!" Adrien held up the camera, pulling Marinette closer to him once again. "You ready?"
Marinette slipped the photo into her jacket pocket and looked up. "What?"
"Come on, I want one too!" Adrien grinned.
"Y-you do?" Marinette stammered, looking up into Adrien's face.
"Of course! I've spent the day with the cutest girl in Paris and all I get is a plastic spyglass?" He winked flirtatiously. "Come on, little lady, I don't bite."
Marinette's mouth opened slightly, and she let Adrien pull her in tighter. Automatically, her hand rose and rested itself on his chest, and Adrien extended his arm, holding the camera out away from them.
Marinette smiled happily. Adrien's finger twitched, and he rested it on the shutter button. Just as he pushed the button, he suddenly turned his head and leaned in toward Marinette. As the camera clicked and the light flashed, Adrien lips pressed into Marinette's cheek.
Marinette gasped. "Adrien! Did you...did you just..."
Adrien reached out and pulled out the picture.
"Perfect." He smiled softly, sticking the picture in his pocket and setting the camera back on the iron grate beneath them.
Marinette was speechless. She gazed up at Adrien, her blue eyes wide. Her hands clenched and unclenched on his chest.
Adrien laughed and put his hands on her shoulders. "Cat got your tongue?"
Thanks for your support! I'm glad you're as excited as I am about this fic! :) It's been SO fun to write, and I'm planning on doing a sequel in relation to the second season! Any ideas on plot elements, leave a review!
Thanks for reading! Stay tuned!