Piecing it all Together Part 2

A/N: Hey guys! You have been so amazingly patient for this story and I am so thankful for all of you! Now, warning: THIS CHAPTER WILL BE SHORT due to schoolwork, PSAT's and my job…I will try to have chapter 2 posted by or during the weekend. :-/ sorry. Oh and I'm sorry I lied…I decided this should be Chapter 1 Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Crowne Plaza Hotel, Minsk, Belarus

Jules' POV

As we stepped off of the plane into the Minsk, Belarus terminal, Spike begins to quickly calculate the directions to the last set of coordinates Sam had given us. I'm beginning to feel like this is never going to end. Someone murdered my fiancé and he wants us to travel all over the world to find out who did it. Well I can tell you who did it: General Jason Braddock. Not that I've told anyone because of some ham-shanking law saying that we as officers of the law cannot arrest someone without the proper amount of cold, hard evidence and as of right now, we don't have any evidence against the General other than the fact that he's creepy and has way too many different personalities. One minute he seemed cold and heartless, the next he was sobbing over Sam's death. I can tell my team doesn't really now what to believe but I just have this feeling you know? I've never really liked the man in the first place and everything he's said about Sam pleading for a plane ticket and the patrolling and the hacking just doesn't add up. That's not Sam. I know he wouldn't do that plus he said in the first journal I found in our basement that someone had done this to him. I mean, not that I would entertain the idea that he would've committed suicide but still…that means he knew this would happen. Or maybe it was simply a 'just in case my psychotic father decides to kill me one day' sort of thing.

"Got it, Boss." Spike's voice filters back into my arguing mind. "The Crowne Plaza Hotel…and it's about twenty five miles away. You want to rent a car, take a bus, take a train or call a cab?"

"Let's see if we can rent a van. We might need to be traveling around the area." Ed states reasonably.

"Dad? Can I buy a coffee?" Clark asks sleepily, still groggy from his nap on the plane from Saint Petersburg.

"What? Oh yeah, sure buddy. Here." Ed says, sort of forgetting that his son was with us, pulling out the money he has just cashed into Belarus' currency. "Jules, do you mind going with him?"

"No that's fine. C'mon Clark." And we wander over to the coffee stand sitting in the center of the wing.

Clark has his coffee in hand as we head out to find a rental car, to no prevail.

"They're all booked. I'm so sorry." The woman at the front desk apologizes.

"That's alright, thank you." I state ushering my team out to find a cab or bus.

After a half hour or so, we arrive outside the elaborate hotel. "Its beautiful." I breathe aloud absorbing the gorgeous sight in front of me. "Why on earth would Sam want us to go here?"

"He wanted to treat his teammates to something nice after all the hell he's put us through?" Ed guesses, his tone sounding unusually cold and bitter. My head spins around to glance at him questioningly.

I hook arms with Clark, tugging him to the front doors of the grand hotel where doormen stand at the ready, the rest of my team follows like I knew they would. Ed hurries to the front desk providing his name. The rest of stand near him waiting for the response.

"Ah, Mr. Braddock has already provided your two week reservation paid in full, you are allowed to leave any time before that though if that happens to be the case and meals are complementary by the orders of the fine mister. You're personal hired help will guide you to your suites. I hope you enjoy your stay and please, ring for any assistance you may need. We are thrilled to host any friends of Mister S. W. Braddock." The friendly deskman waves us off with our ten hired help whisking our bags off, leading us onto the elevator to the fifth floor.

I glance nervously at Clark and the rest of the team. How could Sam have booked this hotel for us? It must have cost thousands for a single night! And how could he have known we would be here, now? I mean, maybe it's a trap set by the General or maybe Sam really did call or visit and make a reservation and he's well known around here. The possibilities are limitless, truly. I walk into my suite alone, my eyes skimming over the room finding nothing until a flash of a shininess catches my eye. "SARGE!" I call.

The whole team comes rushing into the room. "Jules what's wrong?" I get a million times.

"Wh-what is that?" I say shakily, pointing to the glossy specimen on the side table.

A/N: Cliffy! Say what?! Yeah sorry…I'll get more up this weekend! Thanks for still following! Hey, any of you watch Red Band Society on Fox? I'm watching the new episode live tonight on Fox 9/8c.