Gabriel sat in the back of the simple wagon that was being driven by Porthos. The old horse moving expertly over the uneven cobblestones. She, Aramis and D'Artagnan talking quietly, as Athos sat to one side, seemingly looking at nothing in particular. Gabriel doing her best to not concern herself with him. To not even look at him.

It had been months since that night in her room; months since Athos had placed his arm around her head and drunkenly pulled her in so he could kiss her. Months since he had confronted her that next day, demanding to know what had happened. And she had stood by what she had told him that next morning, the two barely having spoken, other than about their duties, since then. The young Fontin doing as she had promised though and fighting by his side when they had been confronted one day by a number of drunken cardinal's men, that foolishly believed that they could beat two Musketeers, while they had been on one of their routine patrols of the city. Athos saying nothing to her when the men lay moaning and groaning on the floor around them; just picking up her hat, that had been knocked from her head during the fight and pushing it forcefully into her chest. The older man becoming more and more distant as the days passed; yet still there would be the odd occasion that she would catch him looking at her with a softness behind his eyes. A softness that would last for a moment, before disappearing and he would go back to what he had been doing. Gabriel wishing that something would happen that would take her mind from her continued thoughts of him; would break up the routine of patrols of the streets of the capital and would give her something else to concern herself with. And then, as if God had been listening to her, Captain Treville had called them all into his office and informed them that they would be going on a mission; and that was why they were all now in Calais, dressed in clothes similar to the sailors that milled around them. Porthos pulling the old horse to a stop, as they finally got to the main docks.

Word had been received that a lone Spanish assassin would be arriving at the port, sometime within the next day or so. The Musketeers sent to intercept the threat and eliminate it, before he could complete any mission he had been sent to undertake. Yet it wasn't just this that Gabriel had to think about; for the night before she and the others had left Paris, she had been surprised to find Isabella knocking on the door to her small room, in the little tavern. The lady's maid informing her that the queen had need of her service. That she had a letter that need to be delivered, while Gabriel was in Calais. Isabella telling her that she would need to find a man with red hair, that sported a blue coat and sash, before handing her a bag; Gabriel shocked to find that the bag had been filled with women's clothes. Even more shocked when she had been informed that the man would be expecting a young woman. So, now, Gabriel not only had to help the others by finding a possible Spanish assassin that had probably been sent to harm the king; but she would have to get away from them and find somewhere she could change from the male clothes that she was currently wearing, into those she had been given, and then locate this redheaded man. The young Fontin only hoping that her promise to the queen would not interfere with her pledge as a Musketeer.

"We will split up, Porthos you and D'Artagnan take the south side of the port........" Athos said, as he climbed out of the back of the wagon.

"I'll take the entrance to the port on my own........" Gabriel interrupted as she placed her feet down on the cobbled stones.

"No, you and Aramis..........."

"No. I will watch the entrance to the port, alone. It is best that you and Aramis stay in the main port area just in case this possible assassin is already on one of the ships that is waiting to dock. If not, and if he wishes to get into France without being seen, he might have organised a way of getting off a ship before it even gets into the port proper. If I see anything suspicious, I will come and find you. You know that I am a much faster runner than either of you......." Gabriel continued, cutting Athos off once again. Grabbing the bag that Isabella had given her and throwing it over her shoulder. Athos giving her a look, before reluctantly nodding.

"Fine, but anything.....anything out of the ordinary, and you get out of there........do you understand.........?"

"Yes, Athos. I understand........." Gabriel retorted sarcastically, about to walk away, only to find her arm caught. The young Fontin looking up to see Aramis.

"Are you sure you don't want D'Artagnan to........."

"I will be fine, Aramis. I can look after myself. I thought you of all people would know that by now........."

"I do, Gabriel. It not that I doubt you; it just........just be careful......"

"I will be, Aramis. I promise.........." Gabriel told him. Smiling at her friend as he slowly released her arm.

"I know you will.......All for one.........."

"And one for all, Aramis........" She replied. Aramis nodding his head before watching as the younger man turned and made his way through the crowd of sailors, merchants and whores that busied themselves around the ships that were tied up at the docks.

"He will be fine, Aramis. Gabriel is a smart one. If anything happens, he will do what he should......." Porthos said, as he patted Aramis on the back. The pair looking over to Athos, who still seemed to be trying to keep an eye on the younger man's quickly disappearing form.

"Yes.......yes, you are right Porthos. Now, let's try and find ourselves a Spanish assassin.........."