Am I The One That Got Away, Dear Sherlock?

Chapter Twenty-One: Don't Listen, Sherlock.

Paris the city of love, a romantic city for couples. Or that's what one would thing but for me, I had to be on my toes. Moriarty could be anywhere in this city and it was just too big for Sherlock to pin point. We wandered into the city, "There's too many people." I let out, gripping onto to John's hand.

"Don't worry, Olivia. Holmes will find where Moriarty is hiding." John whispered into my ear. My gaze went to Sherlock, who turned his head slightly to look at me. I felt my heart drop as I averted my eyes from his. I still felt things lingering, things left unspoken. Sherlock lead us through the streets of Paris to have us stand in front of Hôtel Le Bristol.

"We can't stay here, it's too nice."I said as we walking into the lavish lobby of the hotel. John wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to give me a kiss on my cheek.

"We can't stay in just any place. If Moriarty is in this city, which he is," Sherlock turned to us, walking backwards towards the front desk. He pointed his finger at us explaining his action, "Moriarty lives only by the best, Ms. Teller and we must follow. There are many luxurious hotels here so this maybe one that he could be staying at."

Same hotel as that man? I gripped John's hand as just having that mention to me made me sick. "It's alright, Olivia." I heard John as he brought myself closer to him. "You'll be okay. I promise."

"Don't promise her things like that, Watson." Sherlock bluntly said, 'You have promised her that multiple times and where has it lead you?"

"Holmes!" John let go of me, rushing over to his friend. As they reached the front desk to get our rooms. I went to sit in the lobby, as I bumped into someone causing me falling onto the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" I tried to gather myself, picking up the man's fallen things. I felt an envelope being placed in my hands, when I gazed up to the man, my eyes widen; I saw it was Sebastian.

"It's alright, ma'am." He grinned at me, taking the things off my hands, "You need to be more careful. Pretty face like yours, be a shame if something or someone did something about it." I was at a loss for words as he left me. Sherlock was right, they were here; here in this hotel. I turned to look at Sherlock talking to John as the clerk, who were just relaxed as can be.

My hands shook as I got myself into a chair, opening the envelope.

Palais Garnier. 6 pm.

-M

What did that mean? What was Moriarty telling me? "—via" I heard a faint voice. I snapped back to look up at John, "Olivia, everything alright?" He asked. I looked over to see Sherlock staring at my piece of paper as I quickly folded it; shoving into my person.

"Yes," I gathered my thoughts, shaking my head slightly, "I'm fine." I looked up to him, having a small smile on my face, "Were we able to get rooms? I would imagine they would full and we came in such short notice."

John reached out his hand, lifting me from my seat, "We do." He grinned, he brushed his hand over my cheek while placing a kiss after, "Got a great room too. I'll meet you back after Holmes and I ask a few questions at a restaurant."

"What? You're going, right after we got here? Right after the train incident?" I grabbed his shirt, holding onto him tightly. "John, please don't go right now."

"Olivia—" John began but Sherlock interrupted shortly after.

"He'll be back before you know it, Ms. Teller." Sherlock assured me. I glanced over to see his gaze was loving as I saw his faint smile. "I won't let anything happen to him."