From, Grantaire: do not give the child to bahorel

To, Grantaire: And who else would I give him to?

From, Grantaire: idk even marius would be better then bahorel

To, Grantaire: I'm going to give Bahorel a chance.

From, Grantaire: idiot

Combeferre shut his phone, not very pleased at being called an idiot. Bahorel would be fine… Right? His phone let out a small beep, Combeferre seeing a new text.

From, Feuilly: Do not give the child to Bahorel.

Combeferre sighed, texting him back.

To, Feuilly: I've been over this with R already.

From, Feuilly: Mhm. I'm Bahorel's boyfriend, and I can tell you from experience that entrusting a child to Bahorel is not a good idea.

To, Feuilly: Why is that?

From Feuilly: A, it's Bahorel, B, if you knew what happened to his fish, you'd agree with me.

"Ferre, I think we're making progress!" Courfeyrac's excited voice came from the living room, and Combeferre closed his phone once more, walking over to Courfeyrac, who was at the table with Enjolras. They were trying to convince Enjolras to eat something other then applesauce. Their current "progress" was the fact that he didn't knock the slice of bread off the table.

Combeferre walked over, kissing Enjolras' head, and giving an amused smile at the sour look on Enjolras' face as he eyed the slice of bread.

"Are you going to eat it?" Combeferre asked, Enjolras glaring at him,

"No." He replied, crossing his arms. Combeferre nudged him gently,

"C'mon Julien, you need to eat something." Combeferre encouraged.

"Applesauce?" Enjolras asked hopefully. Combeferre shook his head,

"You need something other then applesauce, Julien." He told him, Enjolras grabbing the bread, and taking a single bite. Courfeyrac and Combeferre exchanged an overjoyed look.

"Applesauce?" Enjolras asked again, Courfeyrac grinning,

"Yeah, you can have applesauce now." He said, unpeeling an applesauce cup. Enjolras happily ate it, Combeferre wiping his face off gently once he was done. Enjolras let out a loud whine, tugging away. Combeferre was finally successful with wiping the remnants of applesauce off his face, and picked him up from his chair, placing him down. Enjolras began to build yet another barricade with blocks, and Courfeyrac stood up,

"I've gotta head out," He said, kissing Combeferre's cheek. Combeferre kissed his cheek back, Courfeyrac pausing, and giving him an indiscernible look, before hugging Enjolras, grabbing his bag, and rushing out the door.

"Alright, Julien, we have a little while before I need to take you to Bahorel, c'mere, let's work on your reading." Combeferre said, opening one of his old children's books, which he had taken out for Enjolras. He had started to try and teach Enjolras and Courfeyrac to read at two, and had no progress with Courfeyrac at all, but Enjolras had taken to it much quicker then most kids his age, and Combeferre had always loved practicing with him, and still did.

"Fishie," Enjolras stated, pointing to the illustration of a fish on the page they were on. Combeferre smiled, gently reading to Enjolras, and letting him read a few words. The alarm on his phone beeped, and he stood up, gathering Enjolras' various things from around the house, and putting them in a bag, before heading out the door.

Bahorel and Feuilly lived close to Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Enjolras, in a house. It was a very small, run-down one, granted, but it was still a house. Feuilly was nowhere in sight, as Combeferre opened the door, already off on one of his jobs, most likely, but Bahorel was sitting on the sofa. Combeferre set Enjolras down, Bahorel coming over to greet him. Combeferre gave him a rather long list of instructions, and hesitantly hugged Enjolras goodbye, turning to Bahorel.

"Please keep him safe," He said. Bahorel nodded,

"I'll… Try," He said, Combeferre leaving. Bahorel stared down at Enjolras, not entirely sure what to do with a child. Enjolras blinked at him,

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Bahorel," Bahorel continued to awkwardly stare at the child. He glanced at the bag Combeferre had given him. Enjolras gave him a nod, before going out the front door.

"Bye-bye," He said. Now, Bahorel hadn't the slightest idea what to do with a child, but he was pretty sure you weren't supposed to let them leave the house one their own, so he dragged Enjolras back in. Enjolras scowled at him, Bahorel just placing him on the floor in response. Enjolras made a dash for the door again, and Bahorel snatched him up, taking him to the couch, and pinning him down. And they stayed like that for three hours. Even as Enjolras began to fuss, and squirm, Bahorel refused to get off of him. Grantaire finally burst in, probably to make sure Bahorel hasn't murdered Enjolras (Or the other way around), instantly running over to Bahorel.

"Bahorel, get off of him!" Grantaire exclaimed, Bahorel shaking his head,

"He keeps trying to run when I do!" He protested. Grantaire sighed,

"How long have you had him like that?" He questioned. Bahorel shrugged,

"The whole time?" He answered. Grantaire cursed under his breath,

"The whole freaking time." He muttered, pushing Bahorel off of Enjolras. Enjolras instantly went over to Grantaire, wrapping his arms around Grantaire's legs.

"Taire," He murmured, Grantaire picking him up, and shooting Bahorel a glare.

"You can't just pin a kid down, Bahorel. He needs to be able to move, and if he keeps trying to go outside, lock your freaking door, he can't unlock things yet!" Grantaire exclaimed, cradling Enjolras to his chest. Bahorel frowned, looking as if he wanted to talk back, but not saying anything. Grantaire huffed, setting Enjolras down, and taking the applesauce cups out of the bag, also taking a spoon from the kitchen of the house, of which he was well acquainted, and giving it to Enjolras.

"Listen, I know it's not your fault, but how about I take over all of Tuesday," Grantaire suggested, Bahorel letting out a sigh of relief,

"Thank you," He said, pausing in thought, "When'd you get so good with children, anyways?" He inquired.

"I'm not, really. I just care about this particular one," Grantaire said, ruffling Enjolras hair. Enjolras smiled at him, looking at Bahorel,

"Strong," He observed, Grantaire nodding,

"Yes, Bahorel's very strong." He said. Grantaire lifted Enjolras up, taking the bag, and giving Bahorel a nod, before leaving. He pulled out his phone, before he started his car.

To, Combeferre: im taking enj from bahorels bahorel does not know how to watch a child

From, Combeferre: Oh good God.

Grantaire turned off his phone, driving down to his apartment, and taking Enjolras into the living room, locking all of the doors around him, preventing Enjolras from fully exploring the apartment. Enjolras gave Grantaire a curious look, Grantaire setting the bag down in the floor,

"I have poisonous paint." He explained

"Paint," Enjolras replied, taking the toy blocks from the bag, and stacking them on Grantaire's coffee table. "I am building a barricade." He reported, Grantaire laughing,

"Why not build a castle or something?" He suggested. Enjolras shook his head,

"No." He responded. "Help?" He asked, Grantaire beginning to stack the blocks on top of each other beside him. "Good, and then it falls." Enjolras said, sending the blocks to the ground with a sweep of his arm. Grantaire laughed, giving Enjolras a tight hug, and briefly wishing that Big-Apollo could like him like Mini-Apollo did.

…..

"Investigation team on figuring out what the heck happened with Enjolras! Meeting two!" Eponine announced, Gavroche raising his hand,

"Yes, Gavroche?" She asked, pointing to him,

"Can not have a meeting in the library next time, it's too… Confinin'." Gavroche voiced, Azelma giving a nod of agreement. Eponine shrugged,

"Sure," She said, "Azelma, do we have any progress?" Azelma stared at the investigation journal,

"No, nothing." She reported. Gavroche stood up,

"I've been doing a lotta' snoopin', and ain't found nothin'." He muttered, Jehan nodded,

"Yeah, I didn't find anything either." He said. Eponine sighed,

"Just a bunch of dead ends, then. I guess we need to add to the suspect list," Eponine leaned over Azelma's shoulder frowning. Gavroche sighed,

"Is de-agin' even possible?" He asked, Jehan shrugging,

"I guess so. Maybe we should look into rich people. They're more likely to have the resources to pull something like this." He suggested. Eponine nodded,

"Good idea," She praised, and they carried on the meeting. Just another bunch of dead ends.