Calmly, we walked downstairs. Cameron was sitting g on the very bottom step waiting for us to get down. I walked down to where she was at and brung her over to 221A's door.
I whispered " I have to go, now Cam. Mycroft wants to talk things over with us at his place. I will meet up with you later tonight, OK. I love you, Cam."
"Alright, you know where the key is at. I love you too, John."
I escorted Cameron out of the flat and waved down a cab for her. We kissed each other goodbye before the cab took off down the street. Immediately I felt lonely.
"Why can't we see Catherine Sullivan in the daytime?" I asked.
Sherlock and Mycroft both gave each other a wired look. However though; both of the brothers remained silented. Neither bothered to tell me anything. Which is very typical of them not to tell anybody anything.
A black limo, which I have gotten in twice by him, pulled up to 221B. One by one all of us piled into the limo. Sherlock was about to fuss about it, but somehow Mycroft said something to him that made him change his mind. Which was really amazing to see.
A girl in an all black outfit sat in one of the seats texting away on the phone. I met her before, but it was way back when I first met Sherlock. I think her name was Anthea or something. We just so happened to lock eyes like the first time we met.
I asked "Where are we going, Mycroft?"
"On a business trip, Dr. Watson."
"Where is the business trip going too?"
"You will soon find out, Watson."
"Why the hell won't you tell me where we are going?"
Mycroft gave me a dirty look. I knew exactly what that look meant. Only because he always gave me one, Everytime I started to raise my voice at him.
"Sherlock you care to tell him where we are going?"
Sherlock remained silent and continued to look out into black abyss of the night. I actually began to text to Cameron about me not being later tonight, but in early morning.
I was asleep when we pulled into a private airport. The bright lights was what woke me up. Red, white, and yellow lights shined into the limo. I could see what everybody look dispite the blurriness of just waking up. I hear Mycroft say "ah...Your awake. Wouldn't want to miss your flight."
"Flight...What flight? I thought we were going to see Cathrine Sullivan?"
"We are." Said both Holmes.