Chapter Three: Gathered
-Bridee's POV-
The neon lights on the hotel shinned. It was beautiful. There were lavish plants lining the front walkway and I stood at the door in awe. A man in a hotel uniform walked up to me. He held a clipboard.
"Hello, I'm Nathan with the Genovive Hotel services, may I get your name?" He said in a kind voice.
"My name is Bridee Vinson," I smiled at the man. He looked down at his clipboard and flipped a page.
"May I get your luggage ma'am?" He asked.
"Sure," I handed him my bags and he escorted me into the hotel. He grabbed a cart and carried me to a lift. He pressed the button for the top floor and we zoomed up. The lift doors open and he handed me a room key and I unlocked the door to room 1509. It flung open revealing a esquisitly designed hotel room. It looked beautiful, and expensive. I was afraid to touch anything.
"Enjoy your stay," The man layed my bags on the floor beside of me and took the cart and went back to the main lobby. I grabbed my bags and went into the room. I carried my bags into one of the bed rooms and sat down in the living room of the suite.
"This is beautiful," My jaw dropped. I sat for a few minutes and walked out onto the balcony. It looked out to a beautiful private pool and I smiled. I walked inside again and walked around the suite. There were five bedrooms in total and they were each fully furnished and had their own bathrooms. Then I heard the door open. I ran into the bathroom of one of the bedrooms.
"Bloody hell, Sherlock. Look at this," I heard a voice say. I ran out. I knew that voice. I would know that voice from anywhere. It was John.
-Haylie POV-
The cab dropped us off at the hotel. Why would Mycroft send me here? This is the worst place I've ever been to in my enire life. Room 1509 is where the family used to hide out in times of emergencies. Olivia was following behind me rambling on about how pretty it was. I seen Nathan walk up to me out of the corner of my eye.
"Hello Ms. Hol-" He began before I interupted him.
"Whats my room number?" I asked before he could finish. He took out the key and handed it to me. It read 1509.
"Are my brothers here?" I asked as I walked into the hotel.
"Just Sherlock," He said shakily. I got into the lift and Olivia followed behind. I pressed the button and listened to Olivia's complimets of the hotel. The lift shot up and the doors glided open. I slid my key into the door and it opened. In the room was my brother observing a man and woman having a argument.
"Who are these people," Olivia whispered. I gnored her. I had more important things to discuss.
"Sherlock, why did he send us here?" I asked as I ran in the room.
"I thought you were in danger! Are you okay?" He asked me as I ran in.
"I'm just fine. Who are they?" I asked.
"My friend John Watson and his ex-fiance` Bridee. She's only here because she got a letter in her luggage when she exited off a flight," Sherlock said.
"And she just followed the orders? Didn't question it? She's hiding something," I said looking up at Sherlock.
-Watson POV-
Now two more women walked into the room. Sherlock is talking to one of them and the other one looks like she's about to pass out. Bridee still is convinced that I lied to her about why I am here.
"John, this is my sister Haylie and her friend Olivia," Sherlock wizzed around. "They also got a letter, but they got it from Mycroft."
Bridee stopped talking whenever he said that they got letters too.
"There are five rooms, there are only four of us here," Haylie said. My hair stood up. It might be someone related to the Holmes, or associated with their family but it makes my stomach churn.
"Why are we here?" I asked Sherlock and he just satred at me. For once he was speechless.
"I know someone who can answer that and he should be here shortly," Sherlock said looking at the door. "I'm more worried about his invitation. I thought the 'M' was for Mycroft after I read the letter. If it wasn't from him I only know one other person that has a name that starts with a 'M' that would want this assortment of people in one room. He put different things all in our invitations. Conducting us like puppets. I know the motives for all of us being in this room except for you," Sherlock pointed to Bridee, "I don't like you too awful well. And you turned white a sheet when I mentioned Mycroft. Do tell where you met him," Sherlock rambled.
"Sherlock this isn't a interrigation I'm sure she has her own motives for being here as well. You don't know everything!" I shouted standing between Bridee and Sherlock.
"Your right I don't know everything but I that she is hiding something!" Sherlock shouted back. Then the door open. A man all dressed in black walked in. He looked up and smiled when he saw each of us.
"Welcome," He said.
-Savvy's POV-
I was walking down the streets checking out my new neighborhood when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
"Savvy. I have something I want you to do," Moyarty said on the other line.
"What would that be?" I asked stopping in my place.
"Go to the Genovive Hotel and meet me there," Moyarty hung up the phone. I hailed a cab and told it where to go. I had stayed here before as a child. It was a long time ago, and I hadn't been here since I was seven. When we got there Moyarty immidiatly pulled me off to the side and led me into the hotel.
"I need you to pose as and service room 1509," Moyarty said under his breath when we entered the hotel lobby. "Sherlock and a few otheres are staying in that room." He carreid me down a hallway and opened the door to a supply closet, you need to dress for the occasion. I went in and their was a maid cart and uniform. He closed the door behind me and I slipped it on. I hit the door.
"At your service," I laughed and walked out. We continued walking down the hall and I wheeled the cart.
"I need this," Moyarty took a towel off of my cart and through it in a corner. He pulled a match put of his coat pocket and through it on the towel. Then he screamed. Loudly.
"Get the laptop, now go!" He whispered after he screamed. I took off down the hall and into a lift. I heard the fire alarm go off shortly after and everyone evacuated. I got the universal room key off of the cart and unlocked the door Moyarty instructed me to. I went in and rumaged through all the suitcases and bags that were there and I couldn't find a single laptop. I then hear someone come to the door. I hid in one of the bedroom closets.
-Olivia's POV-
Everyone in the room looked my way. I heard a harsh voice behind me say, "Welcome." I spun around. He wore a black suit and he had a name-tag.
"I am Manager Milkon of the Genovive Hotel and I am here to welcome the Holmes family," He walked up to Haylie and held out his hand. She smiled at him and looked down to his hand, she then turned and left the room.
"Milken, if you would be so kind, we are having a lovely day and we would want to continue that if you would please leave. Now," Haylies brother said as his kind smile turned into a harsh frown.
"Sorry to intrude," Milken said quietly as he turned and walked out.
"Me too," Sherlock said under his breath as he turned and walked into the room Haylie was in and I followed.
"Haylie!" I said as I ran into the bedroom, "Where's Mycroft, shouldn't he be here?"
"Your very observent," Haylie said sarcastically.
"Very," Sherlock smiled as he sat down on the bed beside of Haylie," He brought us here, to this room for a reason. He wants us here. He needs us here. Mycroft isn't just going to give us a all-expense-paid vacation out of the blue. No, he has something up his sleasy arms and I'd suppose he would want us to help him," Sherlock said.
"The question is, what is it," Sherlock and Haylie said in sync. Sherlock looked at Haylie and smiled.
"We'll I am going to check out my room, so have fum," I smiled as I walked out. Haylie has always been strange but being with her brother has brought out a new side to her. She's more herself, it's like she has her other half with her and it was adorable until it was interupted by a fire alarm.
-Sherlock's POV-
I looked up at the ceiling whenever I hear a fire alarm sounding.
"Bloody hell!" I heard John scream. We all evacuated the room and I walked down with Haylie. We strayed to the back and everyone else tagged along infront of us. I tried to picture in my head what Mycroft would want with us. John's ex-fiance`, John himself, our little sister and her friend, and myself obviously. Maybe it wasn't Mycroft. Maybe he is trapped in the same loop as all of us. There was that other name that started with a 'M'. That dreadful name. I'm pretty sure it's Mycroft simply being Mycroft but I have to evaluate all other suspects before making a conclusion. It's weird being unsure about something. However, it is irregular and I like irregular.
Haylie turned and looked at me and laughed to herself.
"What's so funny the building's on fire," I raised a eyebrow at her.
"I know excatly what your thinking and you have such a obvious thinking face on," Haylie smiled and I opened the fire-escape doors for her.
"Oh really? You know excactly what I'm thinking. Care to tell me?" I asked walking out behind her.
"Your thinking it's not Mycroft. It's not his work anyways. If he wanted us all in a room together then he would just send his goons after us and he'd carry us to some abondoned warehouse and threaten us, or bribe us. He wouldn't just put us in his least favorite hotel in the room we used to come to when we were younger," She said stopping. "Who is supposed to be in the fifth room?" She asked me. I frowned down at her. I didn't know what to say. I was rarely caught speechless, leave it to blood to leave me speechless. She asks the right questions.
"Not a mere shadow of a idea," I said smiling.
"Me neither. Isn't it exciting," She said. It was just like old times.
-Moyarty's POV-
I sat up and adjusted my collar while the two men that pulled me in this dreadful van looked at one another.
"The boss sent us after you," One of the men said.
"No, I thought you wanted to come here for fun. Maybe we could a nice picnic later, tell some ghost stories," I said sarcastically. The other man punched me.
"We're sick of it. You have a job to do this isn't fun and games. You have to do the work of the boss. Your under the thumb of someone else for once. He's conducting you around and you have to listen. You and the main man both have a common enemy. One you both want to eliminate," The man who punched me said.
"Does this 'main man' have a name?" I asked looking at him.
"The 'main man' will tell you his name when the 'main man' wants you to know his name!" He shouted at me. "For now here's your new phone you'll contact your informant with," He threw me a phone. "We need Sherlock's laptop. He is staying in the Genovive Hotel now. The boss put him and others there. Room 1509. Well, we need that laptop. He is tracing your blog post. You know the one where you informed him you were his new neighbor. He will have the coordinates in 3 hours. We cannot let that happen. You cannot let that happen. It's all on you. Make a plan to get your informant to get the laptop. We need the laptop. We must get the laptop," The man said and the driver stopped. The two men opened the door and pushed me out. We were back at the blue trashcan. We must have made a loop. I brushed myself off and I picked up the new cell phone and dialed Savvy's number.
"Hello?" Savvy answered.
"Savvy. I have something I want you to do," I replied quickly.