R: Private Eye

A/N / Disclaimer for whole fan fiction: I don't own Les Miserables. Please review but no flames.

Chapter one.

Enjolras pulled his coat close to him. He walked in the snow to his apartment. He came to an unfamiliar street and realized he was lost. He looked around. This was all Grantaire's fault. If he hadn't have stalled him at the café, he would've gotten home before the snow started. Enjolras realized too late that he should've been paying attention. He turned around to see a man with a dark hood. The man raised a knife and before Enjolras could react, the man plunged it into him. He fell to the ground. His life force was ebbing. The man ran away. Enjolras looked out into the street to see one final figure.

"Grantaire!"