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It was the weekend, and Marinette was officially off duty for the Saturday. Instead of relaxing and taking it easy, like Alya had suggested, the bluenette had used her time to work more on the case they both were in charge of.

Alya had gone out for the afternoon, not giving an explanation of where she was off to. Marinette hadn't questioned it any further; but once her partner had stepped out the door, the bluenette was already doing her research.

Alya was a nice girl from the start, she had to admit. That one person who's just so friendly with everyone and wants every new person she meets to feel welcome. That's Alya. Marinette couldn't deny that. The problem and doubt she was having was the fact that Alya always acted as if she was hiding some other kind of details from her.

She started to absently wonder how Alya knew so much about Chat Noir? Every time Chat somehow crossed their path, Alya would say things that made the bluenette wonder how she knew him so well.

Marientte didn't want to believe that her own partner could be a key witness to the case, but with all the suspense Alya constantly threw around, it was hard for Marinette to ignore it.

She typed in her google search box Alya's full name. As much as it bothered her to do what she was doing, she had to listen to her instincts.

"Going behind your colleague's back isn't exactly what I call trust."

She jumped from her spot on the bed, her eyes frantically landing on the figure who had just made himself. known.

"Chat Noir," she growled that she once again found him in her room. Although she knew leaving her window open wasn't the smartest idea, she had somehow hoped he would show. "Don't scare me like that!"

He ignored her, "Why are you searching Alya Césaire on the Internet? Your so called friend?"

She sighed, slightly disappointed in herself, "Well, wouldn't you if you had suspicions?"

He approached her closer, and welcomely invited himself to her bed. She shrieked when he popped down hard onto the mattress, and shot him a glare of disproval. "Why would you not trust her? She's a police officer, just like you."

"Oh, she's nothing like me," Marinette scoffed at that, as if Chat Noir's previous statement had been a joke, "Alya is constantly acting as if she's hiding something, and I'm starting to have some doubt."

"You're hiding something too," he mused, pushing her shoulder slightly and playfully with his one, clawed, finger.

She tried to ignore his statement, but it was true. Marinette had many secrets and things she was hiding from others, refusing to spill. He was right for once; I suppose everyone is hiding something in the case.

"Well, you better not let her see your search history." He chuckled before she could reply. He was trying to lighten the mood, but when he saw the frown now evident on Marinette's lips, he felt somewhat pitty towards her, "Hey, I apologize. Seeing you cry wasn't the best sight; not to mention you totally didn't let me help you with your wound when you clearly helped me with mine. I don't know, I guess I just hate it when I see people upset." He shortly rambled.

She scoffed, immediately wanting to protest against the crying situation, but instead replied thinking it was only a mere joke, "How ironic," she turned to look at him before standing to her feet, once again moving her laptop out of her way, "You make people upset every time you decide to steal from them. Better yet, people just grow upset upon your presence."

He stood to, ready to defend himself as anger soon consumed his eyes in seconds, "I don't steal because I like it as a hobby. I steal because that's how I live; actually, it's how a lot of people survive in this city." He then narrowed his eyes at her, practically spatting, "Not everyone is like you who gets money served to them on a silver platter, Doctor Mairnette."

Chat Noir didn't enjoy anyone pointing their finger at him, that's for sure. But Marinette wasn't going to allow him to poke fun at her, "That's not fair," she then shook her head, "I can't believe you just said that."

He raised an eyebrow, amused at the fact of what his words had done to her. However, Marinette was not finished with him, "Do you honestly think you can just waltz in here as you please just so you can pick on me? Just because you saved me doesn't mean we're friends, let alone acquaintances." She then crossed her arms, "Go do something your good at; maybe stealing the most precious jewel of Paris will finally get you to stop torturing everyone in this city. You'll have all the money you could possibly want. Wouldn't that make you happy?"

He just growled, "Yeah, actually, it would."

"Well then," she bowed sarcastically towards him, "Why don't you just go spend that money as you please then. Become a billionaire for all I care; have fun."

A grin soon broke on his lips, and soon chuckling followed afterwards. Marinette watched in confusion as Chat began to laugh, clearly in amusement, "Haha, you humor me! You think I actually took the jewel?"

He continued to laugh his head off as Marinette watched him in confusion and shock, "Wait.....what's so funny? Why are you laughing?" She watched him try to tame his uncontrollable laughter.

After a while, Marinette realized that with all the laughing Chat Noir was doing, he couldn't have possibly been the one to steal the jewel, "You didn't really take it did you?" She asked; her eyes softening at his figure.

His laughing immediately came to a stop, and his eyes found hers in a heartbeat. He was staring into her own orbs with a look she couldn't quite read or understand. Instead of answering her, a smirk formed on his lips and he replied, "Whoever was able to snatch that gem from under your nose, is a man I'd like to introduce death to."

She froze, eyes wide in bewilderment as she replayed his words over and over in her head. That was not what she was expecting to hear leave his lips.

"And I have introduced many men to it." He added, clearly meaning business.

He was obviously watching her closely, practically studying her reaction and silently waiting for her response.

Instead she took a seat back onto her bed and pulled her laptop back to her lap. Eyes finally connecting with his again, she asked, "You know what? How would you like to help me out with this case?"

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I was writing this chapter in the doctor's office waiting room, and this kid, probably like twelve, kept on trying to see what I was writing.

I kinda felt like typing, "Bitch, whatcha looking at?" Just to see what the kid's reaction would be upon reading that.

But, I didn't do that. I'm not that cruel.

I simply just moved to where my phone was hidden from his face.

Like honey boo-boo no. You wanna read this? I expect some votes and feedbacks....pronto.

lol, I am so rude.

Kinda like Marinette in this book. *winks*

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