First off, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed/favorite/alerted. I almost had a heart attack when I checked my email! Originally this was just supposed to be a one-shot but… (:
"Eames!" a voice shouted from behind the closed door. Eames continued on with his research without so much as a glance at the door.
"Eames! Eames god damnit! Open the fucking door!" Eames looked up abruptly. He would have expected Arthur to yell him like that but Ariadne? He never thought he would hear those words leave her mouth.
Still, as he hurried to the door he couldn't help but putting in his two cents.
"Now darling, I don't think that's very lady- " he stopped talking mid-sentence as he opened the warehouse door. The forger's eyes widened.
The architect was standing closest, a child no more than two clutched in her arms. Blood was smeared on her jeans and her shirt. The point man was standing behind her, supporting an unconscious, bleeding woman and holding a scrunched up sweatshirt to her abdomen. He was covered in blood as well.
"Jesus Christ!" he said as Ariadne ushered the child into the warehouse. Arthur carried the woman to one of the lawn chairs, setting her dowm gingerly.
"Why the hell didn't you call an ambulance?" he asked shutting the door behind him.
"Oh yes, let's call the authorities and explain why we were being shot at." Arthur said sardonically, still holding the blood soaked sweatshirt to the woman.
"Shot at?" Then for the first time he got a glimpse of her face. "Shit... Sara?"
"You know her?" Ariadne said her voice still panicky. Eames gulped.
"We've met." he said shortly.
"Very nice but where's Yusuf?" Arthur asked briskly.
"How should I know? He left an hour ago!" the forger replied, panic starting to rise in him. Arthur let out a string of oaths, causing Ariadne to cover the ears of the child sitting on her lap. The boy looked very frightened.
Eames ran and brought back a bucket of water and a rag. When he reached the chair, the woman had appeared to have regained consciousness. Though that might not necessarily be a good thing.
She was moaning and apparently trying to curl up. Arthur was holding her down.
"Now darling," Eames started. The woman turned her head with surprising speed at the sound of his voice. She looked at him for several moments before,
"You! You bastard! You son of a- " she coughed up some blood. She made a faint motioning toward Ariadne who came over with the little boy. She reached out slowly and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"That," a cough, "that man there, he's your bastard of a father."
Eames blanched as the small child looked up at him. Ariadne had turned away and Arthur was watching the whole situation with a solemn expression.
Then the architect's shoulders started heaving and small whimper's came from her mouth, followed by a loud snort. Arthur sighed.
Ariadne waved an apologetic hand before being overcome by a fit of giggles. Eames stood there, shocked. He didn't know how they could be being so nonchalant about someone being—
The woman had sat up and was stretching a bit. She had taken the rag graciously from the point man and was cleaning up the blood. The little boy was grinning.
"Sorry guys," said Ariadne still trying to control her laughter, "but Eames, you should have seen your face!"
Slowly Arthur had started laughing too, followed by the other two people in the room. He was very confused.
"Would someone kindly explain what the bloody hell is going on?" he shouted. The woman, Sara, looked up.
"First off, before you have a heart attack, Adrian is mine, but not yours." The color slowly started returning to Eames' face.
"You see, we, me and Ariadne that is couldn't simply let you get away with your last prank." Arthur started.
"So we found one of your old ah, acquaintances and asked for her help." Said Ariadne, a broad grin still on her face.
"They asked me to essentially, help give you a heart attack. And clearly it worked." Sara said happily. Eames slunk down into the chair.
Sara had gotten up, now relatively blood free and picked up little Adrian. "It was lovely working with you two, but we really have to go."
"No problem, you played your part very well." said Arthur, leading the two to the door. Ariadne took a seat next to the still stunned forger.
"You're going to think twice before doing something again aren't you?" she asked. He looked up at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"We'll see love, we'll see."