Les Chats du Guerre

6: Allies and Clientele

You had not realized how much energy you'd been focusing on denying the fact you felt something for Sam until you awoke the next morning finding your head clearer than it had been in a long time.

You glanced over to see Sam still passed out, and you smiled to yourself before you pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

He let out a sleepy groan and you smiled to yourself, beginning to slip out of bed when you felt a calloused hand catch your wrist.

"Ah ah ah, not quite finished with you yet," he murmured sleepily, and you shook your head fondly as he tugged you back into bed.

You barely had time to open your mouth before he met it with his, his hand cupping your cheek.

He peppered kisses down your neck, his hand trailing down your side and you were beginning to wonder why you wanted to get out of bed in the first place.

Until you remembered the papers still in the living room, the research you still needed to do and you let out a small groan of frustration.

Sam took this to be encouragement, his mouth going further and further down your frame and you knew you had to stop him.

"Sam...I....I have to...." you began as his mouth got dangerously close to its intended destination and he chuckled.

"Let yourself relax. I know, I was thinking the same thing," Sam retorted, and you rolled your eyes as your cell phone began to ring.

You bolted upright in bed, your stomach plummeting as you disentangled yourself from Sam and grabbed the nearest shirt, tossing it on and practically sprinting into the living room.

"What, you think she's gonna care if you don't answer after the first ring?" Sam called out. "I mean, you don't even work for her anymore...."

"Hello?" You answered the call, expecting to hear Marie on the other end. To have to lie and say you were staying in Paris for a bit to take a vacation, and hope she would believe you.

"Hello, is this [Y/N]?" An unfamiliar voice asked, and you frowned in confusion.

"This is she," you retorted.

"I was told by Marie to get in contact with you? Concerning Les Chats du Guerre?" The man asked in an Edinburgh brogue.

"You...I'm sorry, I wasn't informed about any of this. I was under the impression we had dropped the case," you replied honestly, and the man laughed.

"I should hope not. I've put a lot of money into finding this supposed treasure," the man retorted. "Sorry. I'm Adam Ferguson."

Ferguson? Why did you feel like you knew that name?

"Marie already told me you'd be settling things back in Paris before you'd come back to Montreal, but I thought I should talk to you before then," Adam continued. "I, uhh, need you to get me something before you leave."

"What do you need?" You asked in interest.

"It's, uhh, a diary. Well it's supposed to be a diary, I think. Grandpa didn't exactly specify in his journal what Joan used," Adam seemed to speak more to himself than you.

"Wait, Grandpa?" You asked.

"My grandfather was...well at least I think he was, intimately involved with Joan of Les Chats. I have his side of the story, but not hers."

"I'm not sure how much I can find in a few days," you replied as Sam sauntered into the room, no shirt and his jeans resting low on his hips.

God help us all.