Midnight Under The Eiffel Tower

Marinette sat down on a bench in front of Sainte Chapelle and sighed happily.

"Phew. That could have been messy."

"Thanks for saving me, Marinette!" Tikki chirped, nuzzling Marinette's cheek.

"I couldn't just let them take you!" Marinette wrapped her hands around her kwami. "I know you're my kwami, but you're so much more than that!"

Tikki beamed. "So, what now? How many clues do you still have left?"

"Just two." Marinette slipped the notepad out of her pocket. "One at the Centre Pompidou and one over at the Luxembourg Gardens."

"And then you guys switch, right?"

"Yep!" Marinette leaned back, crossing her legs. "This has certainly been fun! I can't wait for the dance tonight!"

"Adrien's going to love your dress," Tikki winked.

Marinette ducked her head, giggling. "I sure hope so. I spent an awful lot of time on it!"

"It's beautiful," Tikki promised, zooming around Marinette's head. "And so are you!"

"Now you're making me blush," Marinette laughed.

"Marinette!" Adrien yelled, running closer.

"Hide, Tikki!" Marinette hissed, popping open her purse and then snapping it shut after Tikki was safely inside.

"I'm so sorry I left you alone!" Adrien blurted as he came closer. "If I had been there with you, none on this would've happened." He hugged Marinette tightly.

Marinette felt her face color as Adrien's arms wrapped around her. "Uh, no, it's fine! Really, I got it back and we're all good!" She tentatively hugged him back.

"I'm not leaving your side again," Adrien promised as he pulled away. "We'll stick together."

Marinette turned a deeper shade of red and her heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, okay."

Adrien smiled and slipped his arm around Marinette, leading her away from the antique chapel. "So, Centre Pompidou next?"

Marinette contained a shriek of excitement at the feeling of Adrien's arm tight around her. "Yeah, sounds good!"

Adrien found a tour bus that went off the small island and he and Marinette clambered on board.
"So where do we want to hide the one at the Centre Pompidou?" Adrien asked, sitting down in a seat near the back.

"Maybe on that big covered stairway?" Marinette said, picturing the modern art museum in her mind.

Adrien nodded and leaned back in his seat. "So, Marinette, remember when we were practicing for the Ultimate Mechastrike Three tournament a while ago?"

Marinette's stomach fluttered, and she thought of the lucky charm she'd given him that day. "Yeah?"

Adrien laced his fingers across his chest. "How did you get so good?" He chuckled regretfully. "I still remember when you and Max ended up winning that tournament."