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Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, I was updating some of my other stories. Of which there is now one more. /end shameless plug/ I have a feeling that this one is going to be just a little bit shorter than the others. Please bear with me and thanks for your patience!

Room 216/217

Bella tapped her foot. Where are they? Charlie and Carlisle should have been back hours ago. Mr. Holmes wasn't helping. Every time she asked where he thought Carlisle and Charlie were, he would just shake his head and puff on his pipe.

She was starting to worry that something terrible had happened and Mr. Holmes was trying to keep it from her.

"I'm going to go see if I can find Carlisle and my dad."

"I wouldn't suggest that."

"Why not?"

"There are reasons," Holmes glanced in her direction.

"Is that so? What are these reasons?"

"Your father has just been kidnapped by Professor Moriarty and Carlisle is off looking for him. You would only be a hindrance to his investigation. As for me, I'm trying to gather possible reasons that Moriarty would have for taking your father."

Bella opened and closed her mouth convulsively. "What?"

Holmes repeated himself. "Although I'm sure there is nothing to worry about. Carlisle is a more than competent investigator; add to that the fact that we know which room they are staying in and you get a more than likely chance of rescue. I'd like to wait just a bit longer, however. That way we can get a better feel for what the Professor's plans are. But I do know some of them…"

Bella didn't process much of the above statement, she had collapsed on the couch and was trying not to panic. First Edward, now Charlie! What am I going to do if I lose them? After taking several deep breaths, she managed to speak. "What is Carlisle doing to investigate?"

"He is attempting to capture one of the newborns that are stationed around the room. Then we can interrogate said newborn and find out some of what is happening."

"You said that you know what some of Moriarty's plans are."

"Yes, I know for certain that he is going to attempt to take over a country. I'm not sure which one, although I assume that it will be England. He plans to over through the government, win the people, and use their assets to further his power. It would be a grand vampire regime. However, one that would cost thousands of people their lives and make life for humans altogether difficult," Holmes puffed on his pipe. "We have to stop him."

At that moment, Carlisle entered the room with Jake and Sam in toe.

"We've selected a target," Jake grinned, his white teeth flashing. "He's one of the door guards. He goes off duty at six and he's never gunna know what hit him."

Carlisle gave a small smile and shook his head. "Ah, the exuberance of youth. If only I still had it. What he's said is essentially true. The guard's name is George; we'll be jumping him just after he gets off duty and goes around the corner to the elevator."

Sam nodded. "We're going to let Dr. Cullen actually do the jumping. He'd smell Jake and I a mile away. But with Dr. Cullen being a vampire and with so many vampires around, we're hoping that he won't notice."

Holmes puffed his pipe, sending clouds of grey smoke into the formerly clean air. "Excellent. It's a sound plan with solid planning. I believe that it will work. By all means, it's almost six now, get on with your plan."

Before Bella could ask what Carlisle had found, he was gone.

Just Outside of Room 426

George was trying very hard to look attentive. It was hard. All the Prof and Victoria had been doing for the last three hours was talk, talk, talk. It was getting pretty damned repetitive. The Prof would have an idea, share it with Victoria, and she would shoot it down faster than he could outline it. Then Victoria would make her own plans, share them, and have them shot down.

Just as it was getting drool-worthy, the clock chimed six. It was time for the guards to rotate. George and Simon exited the room with a sigh and let the next two suckers in.

"Finally, I've gotta go and get myself some eats. Wanna get a beer afterwards?" Simon and George had always done everything together. Ever since they were five. They grew up together, went on dates together, and were changed together.

"We can't process beer anymore," George rolled his eyes. "Besides, you know that I never liked beer anyways."

Simon shrugged. "Suit yourself, sweetheart," George slapped him. "Alright, alright, I'll go myself. See you at six." Simon walked off, waving as he did.

George laughed and walked off strait towards the elevator.

Carlisle's plan was working like a charm.

Just as he reached the elevator and was about to push the button, George was jumped from behind. He crashed to the ground and was shoved into the opening elevator. A sickly sweet smell met George's nose and he gagged. That smell could only be one thing; even though he'd never seen one, he knew that he was in the presence of werewolves.

Room 216/217

Bella stared as Jake and Sam pulled the young man into the room. He couldn't have been more than twenty.

"Is that him?"

"Yes," Jake grunted.

"What are you going to do to him?"

"If we're lucky, nothing," Holmes walked up behind her, pipe in hand.

Holmes walked up to where Jake and Same were tying George to a chair. "Hello Mr…"

"George Pendleton," he stared at the floor.

"Mr. Pendleton, we've brought you here because we believe that you know something about a Charlie Swann. Is our assumption true?"

"You're the detective, you figure it out."

Mr. Holmes smiled. "Please, Mr. Pendleton, things will go better for you if you own up and tell us what's going on."

George liked his lips. "Do you know what they'd do to me if I told you what was up? Do you?"

"I do. You strike me as a man of courage."

"I'm not the courageous one. You should have kidnapped—"

At that moment, Simon burst through the door, growling. "Leave my best friend alone, you bastards!"

Holmes quietly raised his hands. "There's no need for that. Carlisle, would you please close the door. We don't want our loud friend to disturb the neighbors. Mr. Pendleton, is this the 'Simon' you were talking about?"

"Yeah," George looked up Simon. "I'm okay, Si, you don't need to worry. I was just about to defect, as it were."

Bella squeaked from the corner. Simon turned. "She's the problem? What the hell, Geo! That's what all the trouble is about. Screw that, I'm defecting with you," Simon pulled the ropes off George. "Our parents always said we'd do everything together."

"Very well gentlemen, we have two new recruits. All we need to know are Moriarty's plans, then you can go."

"No freakin' way. We're staying in for the long hall, pops. This Victoria is off her rocker and the Prof? He wants to rule the world."

"Their plans are fairly simple. Defeat you here and move onto England. Moriarty is already drawing up plans to blackmail the Queen into the palm of his hand. There's one hitch to this whole thing, Moriarty and Victoria can't agree on anything to save their lives. It took them almost an hour to sort out whether or not to keep Charlie Swann or to kill him on the spot," he turned to Bella. "Lucky for you, they decided that it would be a sounder plan to keep him."

Bella breathed a sigh of relief. "What are they going to do with him?"

"I don't think they've decided yet," Simon shrugged. "Like Geo said, they have the worst time agreeing. But for now they've just lock him in the closet with the other two. But I have this feeling that they're gunna use him for ransom or something. Either way, they've got two people that this Bella cares about. And they only need one."

Reviews!

Jane: Eh, it's not cheating, per say. Just survival. And if Denmark is the happiest place on Earth, I'll go there. /runs off to Denmark/

Persephone: Thanks for the review. I know it seems a bit farfetched for Watson to be a vampire, but I think he might have done it out of pure friendship (and to keep Holmes out of trouble!).