Tower Falling - Now You See Me {Completed}

Chapter Eight

*Hey people! Did we have a nice Valentine's Day? My friend's boyfriend was grounded, so she spent the night at my house. We spent pretty much the entire night writing, which was awesome. Anyway, I was intending for this chapter to be up last night, but no dice. I hit the wall around 2 in the morning. But, onto the actual story. This chapter is split into two different perspectives, as you'll see once you start reading: Danny and Andie's. This is the only time it'll happen as of right now, so sorry if this is confusing. Enjoy!*

Chapter Eight

~Andie~

I'd changed out of my dressy performance outfit and opted for skinny jeans and a gray button-up shirt. My fedora rested lazily on top of my head as I leaned against the staircase in our hotel room. Danny was standing in front of the window that completely covered the far wall. Merritt was lying on the couch reading The Savage Detectives. Quite ironically, of course. Jack had his feet propped up on the kitchen table, his chair resting on the back two legs. Henley was upstairs packing the rest of her things into her bags. That girl really had too much stuff.

"So, how long until they get here?" Jack asked suddenly, bending his head back to look upside down at Danny.

I smiled a little. "I'm guessing in three...two...one..."

The front door burst open. "FBI! Hands where I can see them!" Several FBI agents filed into the room, all pointing guns at each of us and dressed in spotless suits. "Let's go. Get 'em up!"

Danny turned away from the window, lifting his hands in surrender and feigning surprise. Jack continued to tilt back his chair, but he raised his hands also. I put on a neutral expression and held up my hands, stretching out my fingers. Merritt continued to read; Henley had not yet made an appearance.

"Put the book down," one agent ordered, aiming his gun at Merritt.

The mentalist quickly dropped the novel onto his chest and held up two fingers on each hand in a sign of peace. "Okay. You got me," he replied, smiling cheekily.

Henley chose that moment to haul down a couple suitcases from upstairs. Upon hearing her footsteps, the agents switched from training their guns on the four of us to pointing them at her. "Freeze!" one of the men yelled. "Hands in the air!"

"Oh my!" Henley quickly dropped the bags and did as she was told. She then smiled somewhat sassily. "Do one of you guys mind giving us a hand with our bags?"

Three agents walked toward the stairs. One stopped beside me, sticking a gun against the side of my head. His other hand pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I willingly stuck my arms behind my back, waiting for the cool metal to close around my wrists. When then did, he stepped back a bit, but he didn't lower his weapon.

The other two agents walked up to stairs to Henley. One of them repeated the same process one her, cuffing her up like me. The last man grabbed each of the bags and carried them down the stairs, piling them up beside the door. Then he went back up the stairs toward the bedrooms, gathering up the rest of our luggage. Once everything was stacked by the door, each agent took a suitcase in each hand and herded us out into the hallway, completely surrounding the five of us.

The stairs were inconvenient, seeing as all the agents were carrying bags, so we had to take the elevator in shifts. I was shoved inside with Merritt and Danny, wedged in between them as four agents climbed in with us. Danny was smirking to himself, enjoying the situation. Hopefully it was the "getting arrested" situation, and not being practically pressed against me. Merritt raised his eyebrows at me and flashed me a sarcastic smile. I stuck my tongue out at him.

When we reached the first floor, we merged together with Henley and Jack again. The FBI agents led us through the lobby and toward the front door. All around us were fans who had seen the show. They immediately cheered and clapped for us, calling out ridiculous things like "Jack, you're so hot!" and "Henley, I love your gloves!" People were crazy, but I smiled nonetheless. Danny's eyes flicked toward me, displaying humor and pride. I winked; he grinned.