Conan POV.
Crap. Cameras are everywhere. Reporters are everywhere. Pull up the hood of my jacket but does me little good. I see a flash of white just before I manage to weave into the growing crowd. Why were reporters so close by? shiggsho...
I make my way from the crowd and burst into an all out run to my hotel room. I need to move and fast. Right... Straight... Straight... Left... There! I dash towards it and stop at the door to catch my breath. I regain my posture and breath before entering in. I briskly walk up the stairs to my room, pulling out my key as I make my way to my room. I unlocked the door. Entered in, closed the door, locking it behind me.I grabbed my bag of neatly pack bag of stuff. Ready to go.
I slung the bag over my shoulder, put my hood up, and walked towards the door. I unlocked it and listened through the door for anyone.
No one. I then opened the door.
"Conan!" I winced. I turned to see that lady cop. I closed the door again. Locking it. Crap. I do NOT need to go back to the police station. "Conan!" I ignored her as I looked for another way out. It was then I noticed. My room has no windows. kuso…
I put a chair under the nob.
A soft knock came, "Conan?" It was Horatio Caine.
"I need your help." Put my ear to the door. "Lt. Caine?"
"Yes, it's me Conan." I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. A phone rang.
I sighed in relief. "Believe me now? I'm not /them/."
"What about Onee-I mean, the Lady cop?"
"She's not. She's a subordinate of mine."
"Jodie's here with us too." I hesitated before. Pulling the chair away and unlocking the door. I opened it a crack. There stood the three of them and agent Camel. I then closed the door, locking it before calling Lt. Caine's number. The phone rang again, "Conan?" "Pick up."
The phone picked up, "Conan?! Where are you?" It was Jodie in the background... Were they in a car?
"Conan?" Caine asked. "What's wrong?" I pulled to chair so that it was under the knob again. "Are you in danger?" I then spoke through the phone. "Don't come!" I was checking the walls for a way out. No windows. Let's see, let's see. Any vents!? "Conan?! What's wrong?!" The door started to get banged on.
"Which hotel?" He asked through the phone.
"No!" I hung up. It was a bit unnerving hearing two Horatio's at once. Immediately a text came through, 'I won't let you die!' I sent back. 'I won't. Isn't that what I promised?" Laundry shoot... Painful probably but maybe my only option.
'I will wait outside.' I stepped into it. Backpack and all. 'Don't come!' Was the last message I sent before falling down the shoot. The door closing behind me. Into a pit if black abyss.