DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

Welcome everyone! So I wrote this story, A Simple Extraction, and most of you asked for a sequel. I've been kind of busy, but I'm going to try and give this a shot. If you have any suggestions for the story, let me know.

Cobb sat in his chair in his living room, watching his children. The events of the year before had stopped replaying in his mind. Yusuf had returned to Mombassa, Eames to London, and Arthur and Ariadne were engaged, living in Paris. Cobb missed dreaming. After that last job, he decided to retire in hope of giving his children a normal life. He loved his children, but he wished that his life was more interesting.

"Be careful what you wish for."

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the same dark eyes that he had loved for all those years. He sighed.

"I'm sorry Mal. I love them more than I can bear but…I need more."

Mal moved in front of him and smiled. "You want more. You don't need anything except the life you have now. What happened last year was a mistake. You could have been killed."

Cobb tensed. "Mal, I needed to protect my team."

Mal's face quickly grew angry. She pointed to the children. "They are your team! Forget the others!"

"Mal, I-"

The phone rang, giving a shrill noise. He turned to look at the phone. He quickly looked back at Mal, but she was gone. Disappeared as quickly as she came. He paused before grabbing the phone.

"Hello?"

"Cobb. It's Eames."

Cobb smiled at the sound of the familiar forger. "Eames, hi. How are you?"

"Ah, you know me, just surrounded by adoring women serving me free drinks."

Cobb chuckled. "What's up?"

"Listen, I know that you're going to refuse but hear me out. There's a job-"

"Eames-"

"I know you're retired, but listen. I got a phone call. It's a simple extraction, 500 grand each. Don't tell me that you aren't interested."

He sighed. "I am. It's just…James and Phillipa-"

"Get Miles to look after them. Come on Cobb, Yusuf's in, and I'm going to call the lovebirds. Cobb, I'm serious, one last fling with the dream world."

One last fling. That's what he needed. Something to end it.

"…I'm in."