HEY HEY LOOK UP HERE: Hey there guys! I'm back in the fandom! It's legit like I never left, right? RIGHT? (Eyes angry mob) Uhhh well, I have consolatory words for you! This is something that I've been working on for a while now; in fact, it's almost finished! So chapter updates should be quick! Trying my hand at a modern-day Les Mis AU this time; the summary basically says it all.

I love you guys and I will seriously work on some of those other fics. I will. Bear with me. :)

DISCLAIMER: There's a Les Mis movie coming out this year and I'm not filthy rich yet! That should be a fairly decent indicator that I don't own it, you guys. Seriously though, who is gonna go see that? I WILL BE ALL OVER THAT THING

It was a bright and sunny morning at 1463 Rue de Luce. Jean Valjean sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and eating sourdough toast, while his daughter Cosette clattered about in the refrigerator, humming one of the newest popular songs to herself. Valjean happened to glance up and caught sight of what she was wearing – an attractive yellow sundress, a floppy straw hat, and a rather impressive pair of 5-inch heels.

"You're rather dressed up, darling," he commented. "Are you going somewhere today?"

"Yes, Papa. Remember? I told you, I'm going to meet Eponine at the bank." Eponine was the birth daughter of the abusive foster parents from whom Valjean had rescued Cosette many years ago. She and Cosette had remained friends over the years. "We're going shopping and she needs to withdraw some money from her account."

"Ah, I see. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time," Valjean told her, watching his daughter with unconcealed fondness and admiration as she closed the fridge, a piece of fruit in her hand.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," she responded, walking across the room to give him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Straightening up, she cast a cursory glance about the kitchen. "Where is Javert?"

"Oh, he left early this morning. He said he had a lot of work to do."

"I see. Our brave inspector, working hard to keep the city safe. Well, I'm off." There was the click of her heels as they crossed the floor and a jangle as she picked her keys up off the hook by the front door.

"Drive safely," Valjean called after her. "I love you!"

"I love you too, Papa," she called back before closing the door behind her. Valjean smiled and went back to reading the paper.

Across the city, the notorious thief and vandal Jacque Rendalt skidded around a corner, coming off the street and into a narrow back alley. There was a trash can in his way, and he jumped over it, pausing briefly to shove it over before he resumed his flight.

There was hardly any kind of substantial gap between Rendalt's entrance to the alley and that of his pursuer, who cleared the trash can as though it didn't exist, his long black coat flying dramatically out behind him as he did so.

"That will add a charge of littering to your already extensive list of charges," he called after Rendalt, who had reached the wire fence at the end of the alley and was climbing it with the frantic speed born of desperation.

There was a clash as his pursuer leapt onto the fence behind him. With a startled yell, Rendalt fell over the other side of the fence and hit the ground running.

"You haven't got anywhere to go," Javert – for the pursuer was he – called after him as he, too, cleared the fence. "You're simply heading into a more public area of the city. Your arrest is imminent."

Rendalt didn't seem to hear him, or perhaps he was just ignoring him. Regardless, Javert's words proved to be true as the alley suddenly ended, opening onto a broad and very active main street. Directly across from them was one of the larger and well-known banks in the city, and it was toward this that Rendalt headed, cutting directly through the late morning traffic.

A mild profanity was all that passed Javert's lips as he followed the thief without hesitation. "Jaywalking," he called, though his words were inaudible beneath the sudden blast of car horns. "And I'm sure I can get you on several other traffic violations as well."

As they reached the other side of the street, which was now the site of several collisions, Javert put on a sudden burst of speed and was able to just brush Rendalt's jacket with his fingertips before the man lunged toward the doors of the bank and, yanking one open, rushed inside. He had swung the door so far open that Javert did not even have to touch it as he swept through after the man.

"You've nowhere to go, Rendalt," he announced flatly. The criminal was standing in the center of the lobby, clearly panicking as several of the waiting patrons offered him odd looks. "Give up now; if you try anything you can only make your situation worse."

One of the patrons gasped and stepped forward from where she had been standing by a large potter plant. "Javert!"

Startled, the inspector glanced at the girl. "Cos – GET BACK!" Faster than the human eye could follow, he had his gun out and trained on Rendalt, but it was too late. The man had one arm wrapped around Cosette's throat, and his other hand was pressing a small but deadly revolver to her temple.

"Now, Inspector Javert," the criminal smirked, putting a sneering emphasis on his pursuer's title, "I believe the tables have turned."

A3: I THOUGHT I WAS OVER THIS CLIFFHANGER THING. Apparently not. Don't you all feel fortunate?


A3: Ahaha I bet you all know who that is. But let's pretend you don't and wait until the next chapter to reveal his identity!