The ride back to London was quiet. William had signed the papers that would finally free Mason. William was so glad Mason had given him that kind of legal authority, and he had done the same with Mason for himself as well. William had done all he could, and it was wrong to keep Mason alive.
Roman had told Damien the name of the hotel he had booked. So the limo pulled into the curved drive of the Langham Hotel.
Chris broke out in a small chuckle. "I thought we were supposed to be apart this weekend. I booked here too." He laughed again as Damien opened the limo door.
William spoke up. "It has five hundred rooms, so I doubt you will see each other. Evan, thank you again. I'll see all of you on Sunday. Don't worry, I am alright, or I will be. My Mase is finally free. Have fun, I mean it." He shook hands with Chris, Roman and Adam. He gave Evan a tight hug.
The two couples watched as the limo pulled away. William was headed back to West Amesbury. He would be waiting for a call, a call he hoped wouldn't take too long to come.
Chris and Roman picked up their bags. The couples went to the check in desk. Sure enough their Grand Rooms were on opposite ends of the huge hotel.
The couples parted ways and went off to begin their fun in London. They were ready for it. A Bellman carried the Reigns' bag and led them to the elevator.
The elevator stopped on the ninth floor of the hotel. They stepped off and went down the hall to the last room on the right. Roman loved corner rooms and he'd managed to book the last one available.
The Bellman unlocked the door and handed Roman the key. The hotel still used old fashioned keys instead of those annoying cards, that never seemed to work right.
The room was cozy. There was a queen sized bed of rich, clean oak, a matching full sized desk and two over stuffed, comfortable chairs.
The Bellman laid their bag on a luggage rack, next to the large wardrobe of the same beautiful, clear oak. A small matching dresser sat next to the wardrobe. The surfaces of the oak wood were so clean and well polished, it looked like glass, and the wood felt like silk.
The floor of the room was covered with a rich, deep forest green carpet. Damask silk drapes of the same deep green covered the windows, made up the canopy of the bed and matched the bedspread. The long windows gave the couple of view of the neighboring rooftops.
The Bellman showed the couple the beautiful marble bathroom, with a vanity, shower/tub and toilet. He explained that the basket filled with bath and beauty items was compliments of the hotel as was the basket of fruit that sat on small table under the window in the sitting area.
"You also have access to the Health Club and Wellness Spa. Just mark your newspaper of choice for the morning. Room Service is open twenty four hours. If you require anything else, please call the desk. Welcome to the Langham and enjoy your stay." The Bellman finished his speech. Roman marked what paper he wanted and handed the slip to the Bellman along with a twenty pound tip. With a smile and nod the Bellman left. Roman and Adam were finally alone. They both let out a long, deep sigh.
Adam laid down on the comfortable bed. It was a little smaller than they were used to, but it didn't matter. Roman kicked off his shoes and joined his husband. They lay on their backs, shoulder to shoulder.
"So, do you want to talk about it?" Roman asked softly. He held Adam's hand as they lay side by side.
Adam's free arm was over his brow, shielding his eyes. "Eventually, but not now. It's just too... soul ripping. I feel so bad for William, but I am so proud of Evan. He was wonderful." Adam gave another small sigh.
"Chris will take care of him. While we waited for you, we walked and talked. I gave him some hints on how to help Evan decompress. After all, I have plenty of experience." Roman's voice was calm and soothing. His thumb caressed the back of the hand that he held. He knew the action helped Adam to calm himself.
"Good. He couldn't have gotten advice from anyone better. I will say this; If you went through anything like what William is suffering, I'm sorry." Adam turned on his side and curled up to his husband. He laid his arm over Roman's chest and again sighed.
"Oh baby, it wasn't your fault. Unlike William, you came back to me. I do feel bad for William, but it's good he loved Mason enough to let him go. This place is awesome. Do you like it?" Roman wanted to change the subject.
Adam knew Roman wanted to move away from the topic and to be honest, so did he. "It's beautiful, haunted, but beautiful. I hope this won't turn into a busman's holiday. Grandma is with ma and mom Carol, they've gone camping. So, I can't tell her to keep spirits at bay." He gave Roman's neck a soft kiss.
"Mmmm. Love those luscious lips. Don't worry, I'll scare the ghosts away. Now, kiss me." Roman's voice had turned husky.
Adam gave his husband a lust filled chuckle. He rolled on top of Roman and straddled his hips. Adam wrapped his hands in Roman's shirt, leaned down and kissed Roman like it was the world's end.
Roman's hands wandered up Adam's thighs as they straddled his body. Their tongues tangled together like fighting snakes. Roman let Adam have control, he felt it was what his husband wanted and needed; for the moment.
Adam kept up the kiss as his long, deft fingers opened the buttons of Roman's shirt. Roman moved so Adam could completely remove his shirt. Adam's hands ran over the mostly smooth skin of his husband's sculpted, muscular chest. The Islander's tattoo left small ridges on the right side of Roman's body. Adam could read the intricate details of the tribal markings like a blind person reading braille.
Adam's lips moved from Roman's and trailed down his chin, to his throat. Adam licked and sucked the sensitive skin between his teeth. Roman let out deep, rumbling near purr-like sounds. Roman's hands some how managed to not only remove Adam's shirt, but unbuckle his belt, unfasten the button and unzip the skin tight, dressy black jeans Adam wore.
Adam's mouth moved down to Roman's chest. He swirled his tongue around Roman's right nipple, the licked his way across to do the same to the left bud of flesh. Roman squirmed, his head arched up off the pillow as Adam's mouth sucked his nipples till they ached. Roman let out a whine like Adam had never heard before.
Two pairs of hands fumbled. Jeans, socks and thongs flew across the room, landing haphazardly on the floor.
Adam's hot, wet mouth continued it's journey down Roman's hard, athletic torso. Adam's tongue was flat and wide as it ran down the valley between Roman's carved abdominal muscles. Adam then made his tongue into a sharp point and and ran it across the ridges of Roman's tight six pack.
Roman's hard cock bumped against Adam's throat as his mouth worked over Roman's torso. Roman buried his hands in the blond silkiness of Adam's hair, as his younger husband nipped along his hip dents. Adam's fingers reached up and kept up the torture of Roman's hard, tight nipples.
Adam moved to lie between Roman's strong, deeply bronzed, muscular legs. His head was in the perfect position. Adam began to lick the tip of Roman's cock, like a tentative kitten. Roman's hands now clutched at the sheets, as he let out a rumbling growl.
Adam slowly ran his wide tongue up the long, thick vein on the underside of Roman's dick. His right hand teased and played with Roman's balls, as his other hand held Roman's cock at the base.
Slowly, Adam swallowed his husband's cock down his throat. Roman's eyes rolled back in his head. Adam's mouth was so perfect, warm and silky, yet powerful as Adam sucked on his cock. Adam's cheeks were deeply hollowed as he slid back up the long, thick shaft of hard flesh. The Viking's hand gave his Islander's balls a hard squeeze.
Adam let go of Roman's cock. He reached around and managed to work his first and index fingers into his own hole of puckered flesh. Adam grunted around Roman's shaft as he stretched himself open. The grunt vibrated up and round Roman's cock. The sensation made Roman whine in downright pleasure as it rocketed up his spine.
The beautiful, old hotel room was filled with the sounds of wet sucking and licking and the groans and whines of pleasure that went with it.
Adam couldn't stand it any longer. The only thing he liked better than having Roman's cock in his mouth, was having it deep inside him. Adam moved once again to straddle Roman's hips. He took hold of Roman's cock and guided it to his waiting, quivering hole. Adam sucked in his lower lip and bit down on it as he lowered himself down on the hard shaft.
Roman's hands caressed Adam's thighs. "Easy baby. God you're so hot and tight," he nearly whined his words as Adam sank further down on his dick.
When Adam was fully seated on his husband's cock, he bent his body and captured Roman's lips in a searing kiss. He slowly began to pull off Roman's cock, the just before the tip popped out, he slid back down. Their tongues tangled together as Adam rode Roman's cock like a rider on a glorious stallion.
Roman's hand wrapped around Adam's cock and worked in perfected harmony with Adam's moves on his shaft. It was a dance of love that sent the couple soaring into the sexual heavens.
As Adam circled his his hips, Roman angled his hips in just the right way, so that his cock hit Adam's bundle of nerves. Adam cried out. "Oh yes... yes... yes!" His words were laced with hot pants and deep breaths.
The closer they came to their release, the faster Adam slid up and down on Roman's cock. Roman's hand moved faster on Adam's dick. He twisted at just the right moment as Adam rolled his hips.
Both men had a light sheen of sweat on their bodies and their breaths came out in hot, arid pants. They muttered curse laced words of passion that meant something only known to themselves was in lover's language, and every couple had their own dialect.
Roman felt his coiled release, he wanted Adam to cum first. He wanted to feel Adam's muscles clench around his cock as Adam came. "Cum for me Viking, cum for your Islander." Roman husked with a hard yank on Adam's cock.
Adam tossed his head back, his long hair tickled Roman's thighs. He rotated his hips so that Roman's cock rubbed his prostate. Roman's hand pumped Adam's cock quickly.
Adam couldn't stop his eruption if he'd wanted to. "Oh holy fuck!" Adam cried out as his cock spilled over Roman's hand, down his torso and onto Roman.
Adam's muscles clenched around Roman's cock. Roman kept tugging at Adam's cock, milking him for all its worth. Adam trembled, his eyes rolled. It had been a while since he'd been drawn out this long and it was wonderful.
Roman arched his back and drove his cock deep into the gripping heat of Adam's hole. His cock exploded, or at least it felt like it. He filled Adam with his spunk, some dripped out and pooled on his thighs and ran down Adam's ass.
Roman felt like he was spinning out of control. His body collapsed when Adam fell forward in his own sex sated collapse. Roman some how managed to lift his trembling arms and wrap them around his equally trembling husband.
Adam let out a small whine as Roman's flaccid dick slid out of his hole. Roman gently stroked his boys lower back. Adam gave Roman a soft kiss of thanks.
The Reigns' lay like that for a long time. The sun had shifted before either man was able to speak.
Roman's fingers slid through Adam's hair, he didn't care that bits of dried jizz clung to Adam's hair. It only added to Adam's intoxicating, after sex scent.
"Oh baby, that was the best blow I've had in a while... thank you." Roman whispered in Adam's ear. Adam's blow jobs were always great, but this one had been even more so.
Adam's head rested on Roman's shoulder, his finger traced the dark lines of Roman's tattoo. "Glad you liked it. You felt pretty damn good yourself. So tired..." Adam's words trailed off when a long, wide mouthed yawn over took them.
Roman gave his husband a smile. "Then sleep, my darling, Viking. I'll join you in your dreams." He let out a yawn of his own. He held Adam tighter as they both drifted off into a deep, after sex sleep.
Chris and Evan's room was on the ninth floor as well, but in a completely separate wing from Adam and Roman. Their room was just the same, except instead of deep hunter green, the color scheme was a deep, red wine and cream.
Evan busied himself by hanging their clothes in the solid, well built wardrobe. Chris put their shower and shaving kits on the marble vanity top in the bathroom.
Chris hooked up his lap top on the desk. He wanted to be able to check places they wanted to visit. This was all Evan's London trip and Chris would go anywhere Evan's heart desired.
Evan finished by putting a few things in the dresser. He liked it better than rummaging through a pack or suitcase, it just felt more like home.
Chris was looking through his email when he felt Evan's hands on his shoulders. "Hey baby boy. Any place you want to go?" Chris asked without taking his eyes off the computer screen.
"Not today, Chrissy. I do want to go on the London Eye, and I want to go to Westminster Abby. Speaking of, we should go to Abby Road Studios and you can cross the street, you're such a Beatlemaniac." Evan's voice had a slight edge to it. It wasn't anger, just emotion.
Chris turned to look at Evan. He knew immediately his boy was still affected by his encounter at the nursing home. He pulled Evan into his lap. Evan laid his head on Chris' shoulder. He tried, but Evan could no longer hold in the tears that finally rained from his eyes.
Chris held Evan close and let him cry. Evan needed to let it out, and if this was how, then he'd be there, no matter what. He gently rubbed Evan's back in small, comforting circles.
Evan gave a deep sniff. He pulled a tissue from the box on the desk. He wiped his nose. "Oh Chrissy, it was so sad. I'm glad I could help, but I wonder if I really did." He hiccuped his words as he tried to regain his composure.
"I'm sure you did. You gave William a chance to set Mason free. That's a big thing, baby. I'm so proud you were able to help." Chris spoke softly but firmly. He wanted Evan to know he'd done well.
"You think so? I'm so tired, I can't think." Evan gave a huge yawn. He smiled when he felt Chris stand and carry him to the bed. Chris was so strong, yet so gentle.
"You sleep, baby. You earned a nap." Chris gave Evan a kiss on the lips. He pulled Evan's shoes off, then covered his boy.
Evan bit his lip. He hated feeling so childish but, "Will you lay with me? Just till I fall asleep?" His eyes made Evan look not only like a puppy, but a lost one.
Chris smiled, kicked off his shoes and slid under the covers. Without a word he pulled Evan into his arms.
"Thank you. I love you, Chris." Evan spoke through a yawn as he settled in, his head on Chris' chest.
"I love you, Evan." Chris whispered as he held his boy. He was glad for a nap himself. Together they drifted off to a deep sleep.
It was six thirty by the time Roman and Adam had both showered and washed their long hair and dried it. They were dressed in jeans, t-shirts and sneakers.
"I called down for maid service, fresh sheets and towels." Roman called out to Adam who was still in the bathroom.
Adam finished pulling his hair into a low pony tail. "Thanks. Guess we did kind of dirty the sheets. You sure you don't mind my idea?"
Roman laughed. "Not at all, sounds like fun. When in London, do as a Londoner."
"Yeah, at least once. Okay handsome. You ready to squire your husband out to dinner?" Adam asked with a kiss to Roman's cheek.
Roman smiled. "You mean my beautiful husband. Yes, lets go" He offered Adam his elbow as he pocketed the key to their room. Together, the couple walked out of the hotel.
Roman hailed a traditional London black cab. They soon arrived at their destination. They bought real fish and chips, wrapped in newspaper and walked across Tower Bridge. There was a park bench along the Thames. The couple sat down to eat and look at the beautiful bridge.
"Oh good lord. Please, can I eat in peace?" Adam waved his arm like he was brushing a swarm of flies from his food.
"Spirits?" Roman asked with a crunch as he bit into the delicious deep fried fish. It was still piping hot even after their leisurely stroll across the river.
"Yes, they are buzzing like flies. Let me..." Adam closed his eyes. Usually his grandmother kept the spirits at bay. Adam wasn't about to smoke and eat, besides, he had no cigarettes. He resorted to locking his psychic door, something he had not done in a very long time. His locks were rusty.
Roman watched his spouse. He could see that Adam had to struggle a bit. Finally, Adam opened his eyes.
"I should really do that more often. The locks had actually rusted. I've become too dependent on grandmother. Now I can eat." Adam took an enormous bite of fish. His cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.
Roman laughed. "You can out bite me any time. Yes, baby you should, better than than smoking." His brow was highly arched, he really didn't like it when Adam smoked.
Adam chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed again. He took a sip of his soda. "You're right. It will be easier on grandmother too. Well, I guess we all get lazy. I should of realized in a place like this, spirits would be everywhere. I'm sure our hotel is full of them. Ro, I don't want a busman's holiday." He whined his last few words like a petulant child.
Roman laughed. "You big baby. Say, you think Evan is alright?" He turned serious as they continued to eat. Their view was wonderful as the atmosphere began to glow as the evening flood lights came on.
Adam finished the bite of chips as he sipped his drink." I'm sure he's fine. Chris will see to it. I've never seen two people come together like they did. Even I played a little hard to get. I'm glad though, especially now that Bray's boys moved to Cedar Falls." He took his last bite of fish.
"Chris asked me a lot of questions... oh I told you that. Yes, I agree, Chris was upset when Bray started talking about the boys moving. Chris wasn't meant to be alone. Well, my love, what do you want to do now?" Roman asked s he threw their trash in a nearby rubbish bin.
"Oh, I don't know. I want to hit Harrods tomorrow, we could both use some new clothes and I would love some new sheets. Anything we buy, they will ship, so that's good. We need to buy gifts too, for ma and mom Carol. Tea, big baskets of tea. You wanted some of those cigars William gets. Maybe we should just go back to the room and relax." Adam spoke thoughtfully as the walked back over Tower Bridge.
They paused half way across and took pictures with their cell phones. Selfies, and then pictures of Adam, then Roman. They had fun posing for each other, some silly some serious. The river was beautiful as they took pictures of the reflected lights on the water.
Roman had agreed, an early relaxing night sounded very good. He even had hopes of maybe getting into Adam's ass again. After all, it was still close to their Anniversary, sort of. He hailed another cab and soon they were back at their hotel.
When they went to the desk to see if there were any messages the clerk was busy. A young couple was loudly complaining.
"The taps in the bathroom came on by themselves. When I turned on the lights, they stopped. When I turned the lights off, the taps came back on before I was out of the bathroom. It's like... it's haunted!" The young man was very upset. His wife looked downright terrified.
"I'm very sorry, Sir. All I can do is offer you another room, with an upgrade with our compliments." The clerk spoke in earnest. Her superior had joined her and the man had whispered in her ear.
The couple looked at each other. "Alright, but I want a room as far from that one as possible." The young man was firm as he spoke.
"No worries, Sir. Well see that all your things are moved. Front!" She called out. A Bellman stepped up to the desk. He quickly ushered the couple to their new room.
The Supervisor spun on the clerk. "How many times I have I told you, never rent room three three three unless we are full!" He was angry as he walked away, leaving a very embarrassed clerk.
The clerk turned to the Reigns', her face was red. "I'm sorry you had to see that. How may I help you?"
Adam sighed. "Well, maybe I can help you. I may be able to fix your problem..." He went on to explain about his gift and how there were paranormal investigators.
The clerk looked dumbstruck. "You think you could help? Oh, my boss wouldn't like it though. They never allow groups like yours investigate. I wish they would. Look, um... could you do it … privately?" Her eyes darted toward the office door the Supervisor had slammed as she spoke.
"Of course, just give me the key. We'll wait a couple of hours. Then see if we can find out anything. I'd be happy to help." Adam couldn't believe he was doing this, but he had to help if he could, it was just his nature.
"Alright. I'm here all night. Thank you Mister Reigns, Doctor Reigns. We get so many complaints about that room." She slyly slid the key to room 333 to Adam, along with a couple of messages she had for the couple.
"We'll come down when we're done." Adam took the key and messages and went with Roman to the elevator.
Once in their room, Roman laughed when Adam flopped down, face first on the bed with a whine. "Well, baby, you walked us right into a busman's holiday. You just can't help it can you?" Roman sat on the bed and pulled the messages from Adam's hand.
Adam rolled onto his back. "I know, I know. That couple looked so upset, though, and that poor clerk. Are you mad at me?" Adam asked with a bit of a pout. He wouldn't blame Roman if he was.
"Of course not, Viking. I know you, and it makes me proud that you want to help. We will have to be sneaky though or the clerk could be in a lot of trouble. I only regret we don't have any equipment. Jay says Hi and see you Sunday. Seth says P.I.G.S. is fantastic and we should go." Roman read the messages aloud, then laid them on the bedside table.
"I wonder how much company money Seth spent. We should go there. Jason just being Jason. Yes, but, we didn't have equipment at first. I agree, you will have to stand watch, make sure we don't get caught." Adam was thoughtful as he spoke. His mind already on the job.
Roman left Adam alone. He figured Adam would try calling his grandmother. Roman briefly contemplated calling Chris and Evan but thought against it. Evan had been through enough today.
Roman went to the desk and fired up his lap top. He shook his head, he had forty emails from students. He opened a few of them and answered the questions he could. Most were from his doctorate students, needing something for their thesis. One wanted permission to include data from the Robinson Caruso Island Park investigation. He replied. An email from Stephanie McMahon drew his interest. He opened it and read it with a wide eyed look of shock. He hadn't realized he'd gasped until Adam spoke.
"Roman? What's wrong? Is it ma?" Adam sat up and looked at his husband with anxious eyes.
"No baby. Calm down. It's from Stephanie McMahon; listen. 'Dad fascinated by the article I wrote. Wants to film an investigation for a live television show. Would you be willing? Let me know, ASAP. Hope your trip is fun, Steph,' I'm just... shocked." Roman moved the lap top so Adam could read the message for himself.
"Absolutely not! I won't go for that, not at all." Adam nearly growled his words as he read the email again.
"Well, I tend to agree with you, but the group will have to vote on it. We can't make that decision alone. So, what's the plan for later?" Roman closed his email and shut down his lap top.
"Yeah, you're right,, can you imagine Mark agreeing to live television? Or Shawn?..." Adam paused and rubbed his chin and smoothed his light beard. "Well, I didn't call grandmother. I thought about it, but what if she comes and something happens at the campsite. I should be able to do this without help. If Evan hadn't been through so much, but, we can do this." Adam gave a firm nod of his head.
Roman nodded too. "Yeah, I thought about Evan and Chris as well, but I agree. We can do this. Give it another hour, at least. I want to make sure the staff has moved that couple out."
Adam and Roman waited until three in the morning. They had gone down once, but housekeeping was still in room 333, so they decided to wait a while longer.
The Reigns' stopped just shy of room 333. They couldn't believe what they saw, Chris and Evan were headed their way. Chris pulled Evan to a stop by the hand. They stared at Roman and Adam.
Adam followed by Roman, walked up to the empath and historian. He whispered. "What the hell are you doing here, Squirt?" Adam wasn't angry, but his brow was arched.
"Um... well... I... um..." Evan was so shocked at seeing his mentor, he couldn't really speak.
"We were doing his empathic exercises, in the brief moment his door was open, he said, room three, three, three, I have to go to room three, three, three. I told him we wouldn't be able to get in... but..." Chris explained with a shrug. He was used to strange things happening by now.
Roman held up the key to the room. He opened the door and rushed everyone inside, so they could talk properly. Adam turned on his flashlight.
Adam briefly explained about the couple and the desk clerk. "... so, I said I'd see what I could do. We just can't escape it. Well, you're here so you might as well stay. You aren't too tired?" Adam spoke quietly. Evan shook his head to indicate he was not too tired to help.
"Chris, help me keep an ear out for staff. We don't want to be discovered." Roman said with a nod to Chris. He stood by the closed door, his eye on the "peep" hole. Chris stood close to Roman and kept his ear to the door.
Adam started the investigation. He and Evan stood on either side of the door to the bathroom. "Hello, to any spirits here. I'm Adam and this is Evan. If you speak to me, I can hear you. Are there any spirits here?" Adam wished they had an audio recorder, but Seth had all their equipment for cleaning and charging after their heavy use in the dusty Hellfire Caves.
Evan opened a few locks and laid his hand on the bathroom door. All he picked up was flashes of sanding and repainting the door.
Adam continued, he spoke both with his voice and his mind. "Please, if you can hear me, give me a sign." Adam kept his voice soft, warm and inviting.
It took a moment, but soon there was a slight "squeak" and the water faucets turned, a steady stream of water came out of the spout.
"Thank you. Can you turn the water off?" Adam asked the unsee spirit. It wasn't long before the water stopped flowing.
"If you're willing to communicate, turn the water back on." Adam again spoke to the spirit.
The water turned on almost immediately. "Good. Turn it off again, please." Adam asked he held his flashlight on the sink. The water glistened in the concentrated beam.
The water suddenly stopped. "Thank you. Now lets do this. Turn the water on for yes, leave it off for no. Do you understand?" Adam waited, the water turned on briefly, then stopped once again.
Adam spent the next several minutes asking basic questions. When he'd finished, he'd discovered the spirit was a lady, from the Victorian Era, and she'd often stayed at the hotel. She was looking for her children. Adam was trying to establish what had happened to them. All he knew was, they had not died while young.
Adam scratched his head. Evan piped in. "Maybe, her husband took them from her?" He looked at his mentor with a shrug of his shoulders.
Adam didn't even open his mouth before the water turned on, almost violently. Adam smiled and gave Evan a pat on the shoulder. The water turned off again.
"So, he took them from you. That wasn't nice. Did you ever see them again?" Adam's tone was slightly sad as he spoke. The faucet turned on, the water was slow this time, almost like tears.
Evan tapped Adam on the shoulder. He'd put his hand on the sink and gotten a brief impression. "He put you in the asylum didn't he?" The water again turned on full force, then shut off just as fast.
Evan continued. "you weren't …. insane, were you?" The to men waited, but the water remained off.
"He wanted your money didn't he?" Evan asked questions as he picked up more flashes of the lady's life. Once again the water flowed full force. When the point was made it turned off.
"So, he locked you up, took your children and left you to suffer the rest of your life." Evan looked at Adam as the water turned on and ran for a long time before it finally stopped.
"I'm sorry that happened to you. It was very, very bad. But, your children are not here. Do you stay, because you think you will see them here?" Evan asked as they watched the water flow, then stop.
Adam tapped Evan's shoulder. He wanted to take over the conversation again. "Do you mean to scare the people who stay here?" They waited, but no water ran.
"When you turn the water on, it scares the people very much. If you keep scaring them, the hotel will bring someone in to make you leave. Do you want that?" Adam asked firmly. The two gifted men once again waited; nothing happened.
"If you want to stay, you must stop turning the water on. Do you understand?" Adam smiled as the water flowed gently from the tap.
"Good. I'll tell them you will stop. But, remember, if you turn the water on again and scare people, they won't let you stay. Promise me, no more water." Adam again smiled as the water turned on and off again quickly.
Both Adam and Evan sighed. "She's gone. Think she understands?" Evan asked as they stepped away from the bathroom door to join their men.
Adam and Evan briefly explained what had happened. Roman nodded. "We'd better hurry., the staff are starting to stir, delivering papers and things. You two go back to your room. Adam and I will go talk to the clerk. Good work, both of you."
Chris held up his hand to stop Roman from opening the door. A maid with a cart of newspapers was passing by. As soon as she was gone, the four men quickly and quietly left the room.
Chris and Evan said good bye with brief hugs. Adam and Roman went to the elevator and went down to the lobby. The young woman at the desk looked very relieved to see the Reigns' step off the elevator. Her boss would be there soon.
"I thought you forgot about me. My boss will be here any minute. Did you find anything?" She asked in a hurried whisper.
Roman laid the key on the counter as Adam explained what he and Evan had discovered. The clerk listened with rapt intent.
"...So, I don't think you will have any more problems. If you do, you will have to bring in someone to remove her. Spirits can be like children, you have to be firm with them. She's just sad and hoping, one day, a great grandchild might come here. She's not harmful, just attention seeking. Usually once they tell their story, they are satisfied. Ghosts are people with a story they want heard. She left once she finished, but if she does return, she won't play with the taps." Adam finished with a nod.
"Oh, thank you. Of course, I can't say anything, but if we stop getting complaints, I'll be happy. Here, take this voucher for a free breakfast, I'll send one to Mister Jericho's room as well." The clerk was happy as she looked for the file of vouchers.
"No, but thank you. We don't take payment in any form; ever. We are glad we could help. Why don't you give the voucher to the couple you had to move. Well that's it. I hope we really helped. Here's my card, email me and let me know..." Adam quickly handed over his card, the manager had just walked in the front door.
The clerk pocketed Adam's card. "Have a good day, Sir. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed." She gave Adam and Roman a wink and a made a note in her card file.
A few minutes later, back in their own room, Adam and Roman wearily stripped naked and slipped into their bed. Adam was securely curled in Roman's strong embrace. Roman gave a deep yawn as he turned off the bedside light.
"We'll do Harrods when we wake up, I promise. You did really well, as did Evan. Wish we could have filmed it. We don't get good communication like that very often." The Parapsychologist in Roman couldn't help but have a bit of regret there was no data to study.
"I know, but, we can give an oral report. Now, I'm tired. Let's get some sleep, my Islander. I love you, Ro. Thanks for always supporting me, even when I walk into an investigation." Adam's yawn matched Roman's.
"I love you, Viking. Well, you support me just as much. My long hours, my bad moods, dealing with students... I couldn't do my job without you. I appreciate you, baby, so much." Roman kissed the top of Adam's head softly. The couple fell into a much needed rest.
Over the next two days, all the members of the College Hill Ghost Hunters took in as much of the Great City of London as possible.
Shopping, museums, palaces, restaurants, pubs and general sight seeing was enjoyed by all. Even Mark and Wade let their hair down and walked barefoot through a quiet part, hand in hand.
Jason really enjoyed spending some time with colleagues at New Scotland Yard. He exchanged badges with one of the Bobbies and he was also given a real Bobbies helmet. Heath did his shopping and had a wonderful time.
Seth had purchased some new equipment, that would be shipped back home. Dean decided that he would convert four of the rooms over The Fringe into "hotel" rooms. He would only rent them on busy college weekends.
Shawn and Hunter had a marvelous second honeymoon. He even joined Hunter on the golf course. Hunter faithfully followed Shawn around to London's most famous churches.
Adam and Roman spent a lot of time and money at Harrods, but they got a lot a good deals , so Roman was okay with spending a chunk from their savings. They also did their share of tourist things.
Chris and Evan also had a wonderful time and Evan bought a beautiful white suit for his wedding. They made a few plans as they walked the streets of London. The wedding would be during the fall break. They just needed to check with Shawn for the date.
It was a very recharged and refreshed group of ghost hunters that meet at the station to catch the train to Amesbury. Dean and Seth had returned to Regal Manor the day before, to see Sheamus and Drew.
On the train ride, everyone seemed to talk at once about their individual adventures. Cell phones were passed around so pictures could been seen. They were as giddy as school boys going home for a holiday. Wade glowed and Mark smirked, their honeymoon had been a happy one.
William, Dean and Seth were at the station to meet the train. The short limo ride back to Regal Manor was a near repeat of the train ride as the caught up with Seth and Dean.
Later that night, after a wonderful dinner, the group was on the patio. A fire blazed in the fire ring while brandy and cigars were passed around.
Roman looked at Adam and nodded. Adam got up and went to the fire pit. He looked at his team.
"We've gotten an offer, and it's one that could change our lives; forever." Adam's tone was serious.
All eyes were on Adam. What could possibly be that important?