A new shop had just opened along the streets. It was a cafe called Chez Pierre. Javert, not wanting to change his daily routine, but having a keen interest as to the kind of people who ran the shope, decided to go inside. As acustomed to observing things he noticed it was a small cafe with only a few small tables and a long counter lined with stools. Behind that counter stood a young girl around Javert's age. He noticed some things about her before he even met her.

'She's very conservative.' He thought as he saw her dark brown hair done up in a tight bun. 'She wears very conservative clothing. Perhaps I shall have a cup of tea here. This woman seems like just the type who I would prefer to have as a server.' As he finished his last thought she looked up with a start. Only then did he notice the sparkling blue eyes that she had.

"Monsieur flic, there is no trouble is there?" she asked with a frightened look that sparked Javert's curiousity.

"No, mademoiselle, there is no trouble I only wish a cup of tea." Her eyes lit up at that sentence. "And please never refer to me as M. flic, my name is M. Javert." He said pointedly.

"I'm very sorry Monsieur!" she took a short pause to allow that appologie to reflect on him. She then threw aside the rag she was using to clean the counter and cheerfully exclaimed, "You, M. Javert, are my first customer, so please have a seat." Javert reluctantly sat down and removed his hat. She then brought him the menu of fine teas. "You'll find that our prices are very reasonable, monsieur, and we have a very large selection of the finest teas you can find in all...." she was quickly cut off by a wave of Javert's hand.

"I shall have just the plain tea, mademoiselle." He said dryly. She wasn't used to a man like Javert and so she went on to try and interest him in their specialities.

"But M. Javert do not make your mind up yet!" She said while opening the list. "I make an excellent lavander tea, with the freshest ingredients because it grows in such abudance here!" Javert was immidiately taken back. He was stunned that she tried to disuade him from his usual tea, but then he was astonished to discover she was an educated girl, which he knew from her use of more extravagant words.

"No, merci, just the plain tea." She put on a pouty face.

"But plain tea is so boring! How about something with a kick? I know it's early to be drinking, but I know about all of you flics. You never stop with the hard liquor!" Javert was appauled by what she said. He gave a disgusted snort and a twitch of disapproval from his nose. He gave her a calm, but intense stare.

"Mademoiselle, I do not know where you are from, but it is certainly not here. In Toulon our policemen are held in high regard because I am in charge of some of them and would never allow such things as you are implying." She looked him right in the eyes and saw the intense brown eyes and she thought, 'He looks handsome, but his attitude needs worked on.' She gave him a quick side smile and repeated,

"Plain tea it is, monsieur, merci." She left to go make it. Even though she had her back turned to Javert, she could still feel his cold stare as he continued to watch and observe her.

She brought him his tea and sat down at the chair across from him. This action surprise Javert, but he quickly chose a stoic face to combat her with. "Monsieur Javert, did I mention you are my first customer?" He looked up over his cup.

"Yes Mademoiselle, you did." She put her head on her hand.

"Oh." was her simple reply, then, "do you like the tea?" He gave a stiff bob of the head. "Thanks." she said in an almost sarcastic way. Javert was very irritated by her. He made a mental note to never come back here.

"M. Javert, are you single?" she asked with a curious glance. Javert's eyes opened wide.

"Mademoiselle, my personal business is of no concern to you!" He spat the words at her with such force that she jumped up from her seat in surprise.

"Monsieur, I am sorry, I just was curious. You seem so distance from everyone, and yet you feel so close to me...." she paused to think about what had just been said. She suddenly diverted her eyes. She dared not want to look at Javert for she knew he was fuming at her. "I'm sorry, Monsieur, I've overstepped my bounds. It will never happen again." and with that said she ran into the back with tears streaming down her face.

Javert just sat there a moment taking in what had just happend. He gave a puzzled, curious look towards the curtain that she had disappeared behind. He decided that time could no longer be wasted here and he dropped a couple sou on the table for the tea, making sure that he had the right amount, or close enough to it. He didn't want her to think for a second that he gave her any sort of tip. He then gathered his things and headed towards the prison.

The entire day long, Javert found it very hard to consentrate on what he was doing. This wasn't like him to be this way. Usually he was always alert and very responsive, but today his mind drifted to thoughts of the odd girl. After leaving he quickly realized that he had not yet claimed her name. He decided that after work he would go to the cafe and perhaps treat himself to that lavendar tea she was talking about, and then try to talk to this very odd girl. Javert hardly knew what was going on in his mind, but he couldn't stop thinking of her slender body, dark brown hair tied so neatly and her shinning blue eyes. He was trying to figure out what in his instincts had gone wrone, because usually his intitial impression of people would be correct. Something in his Gypsy instincts told him all about a person before he even meets them, but nothing was true with this girl. He still pondered over why she was so nervous. He often enjoyed to go into shop that he doesn't frequent, just to see the people shake with fear that there is a problem. He won't buy anything, but just leave with a snarl on his face that would leave them curious for days.

In the Toulon prison it is usually quite this time of year. It was spring and everything was beginning to blossom. This day was especially quite until all of the sudden a riot broke out, and had it not been for the expert leadership of Javert, it might have been another Bastille. Javert had saved the day and everyone wanted to reward him. They asked if they could take him to diner, to which he replied that he was not hungry. They then asked if perhaps he might like a drink. Javert thought of this as the perfect opportunity to bring business to the poor girl at the cafe, so he gladly excepted the offer and told them of Chez Pierre where they were to drink that night.

The mademoiselle had not had a customer all day except for Javert, which unfortunetly left her to think of only him. She pondered of what she would do the next time she would see him. She didn't have to ponder long because there he was again along with a good twenty men and they were headed into the cafe. She quickly threw all of her cleaning things into the back and grabed all the menus she had. The door opened and many men piled in. She greeted them with kind hellos and handed them menus. She noticed Javert as he tried to sneak by unnoticed. He sat at a small table in the corner and just watched everyone as he was accustomed to doing. One of the guards, a man named Jacques stood up and yelled for the mademoiselle.

"Heh, putain, come here cherie and give us a taste of your wine!" The mademoiselle was busy getting drinks for other people so she decided to ignore this obvious insult. Javert glared at Jacques, and felt angery enough to strike him. Jacques was not used to being ignored, so he stormed over to her and pulled her close by grabbing her with one hand by the collar and pulling with the other on her butt.

"Stop it, monsieur, let me go!!!" she screamed as he began kissing her exposed neck. Something in Javert exploded when he saw this. He ran over to Jacques and ripped him off giving him a slug to the face which he quickly acknowledged and held his swelling cheek. He ran out the door as Javert stood there in silence still clenching his fist. Everyone was staring at him and when he finally regained composure he looked down at the mademoiselle who lay on the ground and he helped her to her feet in the most descrete way he could. She gave him a quite thanks to which he nodded his head then turned abruptly to the rest of the group and said distinctively. "This will not happen again." He returned to his seat and she brought him a plain tea as a thank you. She set it down.

"Mademoiselle, would it be possible for me to get that Lavendar tea that you were so apt about this morning?" She smiled and quickly returned with it. "Thank you." He said quickly and she thought, just for one second that she saw him smile as he hid behind the cup.

As the night went on the cafe cleared and only Javert remained, submerged deep in thoughts of the mademoiselle he had saved. She sat at the counter counting the many sou that she had earned that night and it was all thanks to Javert. She smiled contently, picked up one sou and gave to Javert.

"What is this for?" He asked suprisedly.

"Your change from this morning." she said as she realized that sleep was taking over. Javert saw the dark circles under her eyes as they would sometimes close and then suddenly pop open. He found her very interesting, but he did not yet know why.

"You would prefer me to go now so that you may return to your home?" He asked with a concerned look on his face. She gave him a tired smile and sat down across from him.

"No, not really monsieur, I feel safe with you." She smiled and slid her arm across the table to where his hands were laying casually around the cup. She slid her hand into his, which made him clearly in a disaray. He quickly removed his hands from the table and changed the subject.

"Jacques, the man who assulted you, he didn't hurt you did he." She was startled that he took away his hand, but she still smiled.

"No, I'm fine." They both just sat there and stared at each other, each trying to think of what to say to the other. Suddenly Javert looked puzzled. "What is it?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Mademoiselle, I am sorry, but I do not yet know your name." She gave a look of excitement in her eyes that he was taking an interest in her. She reached up to the tight bun in her hair and undid it. Javert took a quick gasp of air as the beautiful, dark, curly, brown hair fell all the way to her waist. She scratched at her itchy head and fluffed out her hair.

"My name, monsieur, is Mlle. Dubois." She knew that this would get him if she did not use her first name. He did look surprised that she had not told him her given name, but she simple smiled at him. He was taken in by her thick hair and she watched as he stared at her with a wanting look in his eyes. She giggled a little and went back to her money which she gathered up and took into the back. As soon as she disappeared he let out a long breath. He was in love. Such a thing as love had never happend to Javert, so he didn't know what to feel. He knew only that he felt concern and the utmost wanting of this poor cafe girl. He layed down the money for the tea and a little extra for her, gathered his things and began to head out the door. He had only walked maybe two blocks when his best judgement took over and he turned and strode back to her.