Chapter 12 Sherlock versus Moran pt1

Upon arrival at the hotel Sherlock immediately approached the desk completely aware of the two men observing him from over the road, deciding not to make his observation obvious he continued on inside knowing that he would deal with in all due time and was half expecting it.

Upon approach to the front desk he observed a small petite woman was tapping on the computer. As the door swung closed he now was aware that she was looking straight at him and (oh god!) he thought (she is going to start flirting with me) noting the up curved smile on her face and the blushing of her cheeks as he got closer. Now aware of the tall slim handsome man now approaching her with a look of determination on his face she couldn't help but blush and brush herself down hoping that she might have a chance.

'Welcome to the hotel Grande, I would like to wish you a Good afternoon sir!' using her flirtiest voice.

'Yes! I suppose it is!' he sighed and knowing that obviously this woman was going to try and flirt him further, but before she had the opportunity to speak again he quickly intervened.

'Before this starts become tedious and embarrassing for us both' he prompted

'I have a reservation under the name Jenkins and I am expecting a message as well'

The woman now blood red in the face at being caught out and being so obvious in her intentions quickly put her head down to hide this embarrassment and stuttered her apologises and looked up his name on the computer in front of her. Taking a breath;

'Ah yes! Welcome Mr Jenkins' now in a more composed manner

'Your room is ready'

Turning her back to him to obtain his key from the rack behind her she noted a small note with alongside the key. Taking both she turned back and smiled at the obviously impatient man from the sound of his foot tapping.

'Finally' he announced taking the key from her hands and signing the form she had placed in front of him.

Ignoring the man who she had now changed her opinion on now using her more professional tone

'Your room is on the fourth floor, with an ensuite would you like help with your luggage' she asked trying to be polite as possible.

'No thank you, as you failed to observe I have no luggage could you please just point me in the direction of the lift'

Now just wanting to get this man away she pointed to the stairway at the far end of the corridor, now clear of his destination he turn to leave and started to walk away mumbling as he went about 'idiots' and 'stupid women' leaving the now clearly shocked and babbling woman to cry alone.

The more senior of the man noted that Mr Holmes had not seen them, (Good) he thought. Taking his phone out of his pocket he dialled on speed dial his bosses' number.

'Boss it Mead, you told me to let you know when Holmes has arrived at the hotel'

'Did he see you?'

'No we kept our distance and he's alone just checked in now made the lady at the desk cry.'

'Definitely sounds like Holmes, where is he now?' came the prompt question.

'Gone up to his room boss what do you want me to do?'

'I will be there in 10 mins I want you to get the room number from the woman at the desk and contain her as best as possible I don't want him to get any hint of anything and definitely no police you got me.'

'Yes sir!'

'Good see you in ten' hearing nothing but a dead tone Mead hung up his phone.

Turning to his associate

'We've got work to do'

Slapping his partner on the shoulder they both approached the hotel went the one and only Sherlock Holmes was presiding.

When Sebastian arrives his men have contained the situation, now it was time to have his meeting with Mr Holmes.

'Secure this place as best you can, you understand no one gets in or out' leaving his men to do their jobs because he had his own to do.

Turning away from the tearful and scared woman being held by his men he headed to the lift and to his meeting.

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Meanwhile Sherlock now settled in his room and aware of the men observing him enter the hotel knew he only had a short time to prepare himself for his upcoming meeting but would it be with Moriarty or would he send his number one man. Knowing he would find out in all due time he made his last minute preparations and made himself comfortable in the chair opposite the door at least he could see who was coming in, now ready he sent a text to his brother.

'Ready or not here they come'