Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me. Sorry its been so long...writer's block!

"That was good," Arthur said, appreciatively, leaning back in his seat. Ariadne smiled and began to pick up the plates which held few remnants of their meal. He picked up his wineglass, taking a swallow of the crisp white wine. She began to rinse them under the tap. "My pleasure." Turning, she bit her lip. "Arthur?"

"Yes?" He said, turning back to face her. "What is it?" Putting the glass down, he began to walk over with ease, linking his arms around her waist. "What's up?"

"Going to district." She bit her lip. "What if it comes to nothing? What if they decide to fire you for misconduct?"

Arthur shrugged. "If they do, they do. I'm already thinking that I could take my life in a different direction. But I have to do this. Fischer doesn't care about the students, their education, their progress. All he cares about is making himself seem important. That's what it all boils down to."

"Well, if you're sure," she commented, looking up at Arthur's face. He nodded, using his fingers to gently stroke the hair away from her forehead. "I am."

"Well, I'll stand by you," she said, and with an expression of gratitude and relief crossing his features, he leaned down, and kissed her.

"You can't do this!" Fischer raged as Blake showed him into a cell, a patient look on his face. "I will -"

"Mr Fischer, you have admitted to arson with intent, and may I remind you that it was also done by coercing a student." Blake folded his arms, looking far more imposing than his relatively modest height would suggest. "You're lucky I haven't sent you to county."

Fischer glowered, and sat himself on the hard bench. Nodding, Blake shut the door, and leaned against the wall.

"I do wonder-" Ariadne began, slightly uneasily. Arthur looked up, and smiled. "What is it?"

"Approaching District. What are you going to say?"

Arthur looked at her, his expression intense. "Only that we have evidence of a plot to remove myself and Cobb, and to destroy school property." He sank onto the leather couch, and sighed. "I know, its scary. But I have to do this. I really want to clear my name, and also make sure that Cobb remains Principal."

"I know, but-" she bit her lip. "What if they don't believe you?"

Arthur smiled at her, sadly. "Then they don't."

"Thank you." Blake nodded as the small plastic bag was returned to him, containing Fischer's personal possessions. He checked it: a wallet, a cell phone, a neck chain, and a small signet ring. "These will be returned, I promise."

Fischer shrugged. "You know I'm going to walk away from this."

Blake swallowed, feeling ill at ease in the face of the other man's total arrogance. "As you wish."

As he walked away the cell phone began to vibrate. He opened it, exasperated that Robert had failed to switch it off. Entering the lock up, he pulled it out of its bag, but noticed that the voicemail symbol had flashed up.

Intrigued, he pressed it. As he did so, his eyes widened. Hastily, he placed the phone in an envelope, scribbled "evidence" upon it, and dropped it in the tray. After locking up for the evening, he began to leave.

"Detective?" Arthur frowned, holding the phone close to his ear. "Yes? What? You're serious?!" He raised his eyebrows and waved at Ariadne. "Thank you!"

She looked up, from her place on the couch. "What is it?"

"Blake." Arthur sat down next to her, thoughts tumbling through his mind. "Very important news." He swallowed. "Very important." He rubbed his face, trying to keep calm. "In fact, it might be the most important piece of evidence we have."

"What is it?"

"A voicemail." Arthur looked slightly embarrassed, as though he should not be revealing information to her. "From the superintendent at District."

Ariadne's jaw dropped. "What?"

"Yes. And John..." Arthur blinked. "He's coming with me, tomorrow."

"To district?"

"Yes."

Arthur looked up as John approached. He was sitting outside the main Superintendent's office, waiting. Blake nodded. "Arthur."

"Morning." Arthur looked down at his hands. "Thank you."

"Well, don't thank me yet," Blake said, smiling. "But what I found out-"

Suddenly, the door opened, and the Superintendent's PA looked out. "Mr Ogilvie? Mr Blake? The Superintendent will see you now."

Swallowing, Arthur got up and walked in the door, Blake following him.

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