It was nice.

Ariadne blushed. She couldn't help but notice the little things about him. The way his breath smelled like mint, the way his lips tasted like vanilla, the way his eyes had sparkled when she blushed…

Even after they ad finished eating, a heavy silence weighing down on them, and Arthur had taken his leave, thanking her numerous times for the meal, Ariadne's mind reeled with the memory of what had happened.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone, a bright noisy jingle intended to catch her attention. She glanced down at the name flashing across the screen. Eames.

"Hey Eames," She answered, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall across from her. "It's kinda late."

"'Ello darling." Eames replied. "Sorry about the hour. Is Arthur there?"

"No," She said slowly, confused. "Should he be?"

"Hmm. I was sure he would be…." His voice was soft, as if he were talking more to himself than to her.

"Why?" She asked cautiously.

"Hmm? Oh! I was going to ask the two of you to meet Yusuf and myself back here. We heard from Saito's friend— he's doubling the payment if we start tonight."

"$10 million apiece?" Ariadne gaped at him.

"Forty million…." Yusuf whistled lightly.

"What exactly do we have to do?" Ariadne asked, eyeing the briefcase Arthur had set on the table, the sleep machine hidden away inside it.

"Well," Yusuf winced. "Yoshiro, Saito's friend, believes Wilson has top secret information regarding his company's impending bankruptcy. He thinks if we're able to retrieve this information, his company will be able to stay up."

"And…?" Ariadne prompted.

"And… he wants it within the hour."


"We don't stand a chance," Arthur sighed.

"Nonsense," Eames said brightly, twirling a pen between his fingers. "Forty million dollars can do wonders."

Ariadne blinked as she stepped out into the bright sunlight. She glanced around for Arthur and him stepping out of a men's suit store, Eames at his side, across the street. She smirked. Even in the dreams he was far too orderly with his clothing.

In reality, the team had been hooked up to the machine in Wilson's office in Berlin. They had taken a private jet to Germany and scheduled an 'urgent' meeting with the man. In almost no time at all, they had pulled Dom's trick and slipped a drug into his drink. Now they were somewhere in his subconscious as Yusuf watched over their sleeping forms.

Ariadne made her way over to the two men, smiling. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about avalanches." She joked, glancing at Eames.

"Yeah, yeah," He muttered. "Let's just find the bloke and get out of here."

Arthur nodded in agreement. "There," He pointed toward a man stepping out of a taxi a few cars down from where they were standing. "He's going into that office. Let's go."

"Wait," Ariadne called after them. "What's the plan?"

"Umm," Eames glanced at Arthur expectantly.

She sighed. "How about Eames and I distract him, and you find his safe?"

"Sounds good," Eames chuckled. "Pretending to be my girlfriend are we?"

"Better plan," Arthur interjected. "I'll go with her, you find the safe."

Eames laughed. "Touchy today, darling?"

Arthur glared at him. "Just go find it."

Eames laughed. "Right, off we go."

They walked quietly down the street, careful not to do anything out of the ordinary so they wouldn't attract any of the projections toward them. Reaching the building, Arthur glanced up at the name. It was written in large white letters along the front, Wilson Banking.

So he owns a banking industry, Arthur thought as they entered, their footsteps echoing loudly on the polished black marble.

"Where will it be?" Eames muttered under his breath, breaking his train of thought.

Arthur blinked. Where would it be? "Try his office," Arthur replied.

"And where would that be?" Eames hissed.

"I don't know! You're the forger you figure it out."

Eames scowled but headed off toward one of the front desks. Arthur shook his head and turned toward Ariadne. "Lets go."

"How are we going to distract him?" Ariadne whispered as they walked toward the elevators, avoiding the projections scattered around the room.

"You mean you don't have a plan? It was your idea."

Ariadne blushed as they climbed into the elevators. "Well, it was better than no idea."

Arthur smiled. "True. I suppose we can just make it up as we go."

The doors dinged open and they stepped out into the hallway, seeing Wilson a few yards in front of them. "Here," Ariadne said quietly. "Just go along with it."

She left Arthur standing by the elevators and walked quickly toward their mark. "Mr. Wilson," She purred, stepping up beside him. "Do you have a moment?"

He stared at her quizzically. "And who are you, meine Mädchen?"

She looked hurt for a moment, her fingertips resting lightly on his forearm. "You… you don't remember me?" Her lips pulled into a soft pout, and He opened his mouth to speak.

"Excuse me sir," Arthur said, walking up to them. "I don't believe I know you."

The mark looked astonished. "Nor do I know you. He replied.

"Then could you please tell me why you have your hands on my girlfriend?" Ariadne blushed. Arthur was a good actor, she decided, as he said it with more than enough venom in his voice to believe what he was saying to be the truth.

"I…" He hesitated, glancing at Ariadne, his hand grasping her arm delicately. "I don't know who she is."

Ariadne blinked. "How can you not remember me?" She said, tearfully. Thank god for drama classes. She thought. She'd have to thank her mother the next time she called. "After everything?" She continued, her eyes brimming with faux tears. "You couldn't even try to remember?" She wrenched her hand away, glaring at him.

Wilson was startled. "Scheiße, Mädchen!" He said. "I promise, I've never met you in my life!"

"Listen, buddy," Arthur said, turning away from Ariadne. "I don't know who you are, or how you know her, but if you make her cry again, I'll—" Arthur was interrupted by a pretty blonde woman in a silver dress and heels walking down the hallway toward them.

"Sir," She said, stopping beside the group. "This is for you." She handed Arthur an envelope, pausing to wink at Ariadne, before walking toward the elevators.

Arthur turned back to Wilson. "You'll get off easy this time," He said, taking Ariadne's hand and following the woman toward the elevator. Catching the doors as they slid closed, they stepped in beside the blonde.

As the doors closed, Arthur sighed. "That was quick,"

Eames smiled as he changed back to himself. "That's what I'm best at." He said.

They awoke quickly, all three sitting up and clutching at heir wrists. Yusuf was startled. "That was less than 5 minutes! Did you get it?"

Arthur smiled as he stood up. "I've got to make a phone call."

Ariadne watched as he headed toward his desk to call Yoshiro. She turned to Eames. "What was in the envelope?"

"Haven't a clue. I doubt Arthur's going to tell us. Am I right, darling?" He called as Arthur headed back into the room.

He grinned. "That you are. C'mon. No sense in being stuck up here, I'll buy everyone a round. Tomorrow, we're all rich."

A/N: Sooo.. sorry for the delay you guys. :( I've been so busy. xP But I got it finished for you all! Thank you keywordparamore for giving me the idea to use Vampire Weekend's The Kids Don't Stand A Chance in it. Just for you. ^^ hope you guys liked it. The German translations are kind of simple- 'meine Mädchen' is 'my girl', and 'Scheiße' is.. well 'sh*t'. :) Hope you liked it. As always, ideas are much appreciated.