This used to be in Wattpad because it was the only mobile I had but now I'm transferring it here.
John pulled out his phone from his pocket. It was a text from Sherlock.
New case. Head to Scotland Yard immediately -SH
John sighed and turned on his heel and walked straight to Scotland Yard. He was supposed to meet Mike at a nearby pub but Sherlock requested for him so he's going to him right away. He doesn't really get tired of being dragged around like this. Even though people get pissed off by Sherlock Holmes, John didn't mind him much. He actually kinda enjoys his company.
He was only 3 blocks away so he decided to walk the way. He liked the cold London air and calming streets compared to the Afghanistan gunpowder and noise. But he would love an adventure once and a while.
When he reached Scotland Yard, he was greeted by Sherlock who was in the middle of wearing his dark blue coat.
"It's a cold November night, John. You should wear something warmer." Sherlock muttered. "We've got a case and it has something to do with this." He pulled out a small box with a tiny keyhole. He handed it to John who carefully weighed it. It was light but there was a rattling inside. "It's a ring worth 34M dollars. Our thief stole it from a Madame Kristine and killed her. We could return it to her family or use it to find our thief and murderer."
"And exactly how are we going to do that?" John asked, holding up the black box to the street light.
A man bumped into him, causing him to drop the box. "Oops, sorry." He said hastily before picking up the box and giving it to John and hastily hurried away. Sherlock grabbed the box from John and shook it vigorously. He then looked at the man and the man turned around before breaking into a run.
"Like that." Sherlock muttered and ran after the thief, closely followed by John. Oh God how he missed this.
The man wore a suit and a cape like a magician that was black on the outside but silk violet on the inside. He had red short hair and a beard and his eyes were purple.
They were led into an abandoned building. As the thief climbed up the stairs, Sherlock closely followed and John stopped for a minute to catch his breath. He let Sherlock go first and he looked to his left. There was a perfectly good elevator right there. John climbed in and pressed the highest number on the elevator.
Meanwhile, Sherlock climbed the 3rd floor until he managed to grab the thief's foot and pull on it. The thief slipped and hit his nose on a step, causing it to bleed immediately. He pulled out a knife and started slashing at his feet. Sherlock narrowly missed being stabbed on the arm and grabbed his wrist and twisted. The thief let out a gasp of pain and let go of the knife. It cluttered down a few steps. Sherlock was about to grab it when he felt something hard hit his cheek. He tasted blood in his mouth and he accidentally let the man slip away.
"John!" Sherlock called out.
The thief climbed to the fifth floor. He was about to enter a room when the elevator opened revealing a surprised John. John pulled his gun out and said "Don't move or I will kill you."
The thief looked at him for a long time. There was something off about him but John couldn't put his finger on it. There was something in his eyes... John blinked a few times. He felt hands shaking his shoulders. Sherlock was in front of him, shaking him harshly. "John? John can you hear me?"
John blinked again "Sherlock? When did you get here?"
"John are you drunk? You let him slip away! Let's go." Sherlock grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway. It was dark and the were a lot of doors but light was pouring out at the door at the end of the hallway.
"He went in there." Sherlock said, slowing down to keep quieter.
"How'd you know?" John asked.
"Didn't you see him? He was right in front of you."
"The only thing I remember was aiming my gun at him and the next thing I knew, you were shaking me. What's going on?"
Sherlock glanced back at him. John could see the worry in his eyes. He shouldn't have said anything.
"We'll get you to a hospital later but can you finish the case?"
"I'm a doctor and I've never seen anything like this. Maybe I've been drugged. I don't know. I haven't eaten anything for the last-" John stopped talking and said "Don't worry about me,I'm fine."
They barged into the door. The man was standing mixing potions. Sherlock clicked his gun, removing the safety. The man turned to them with his purple piercing eyes. There was a soft thud as the gun dropped on the floor.
"Sherlock, what did you-"
"I can't move." Sherlock said through gritted teeth. "There's something wrong. I can't move."
The man smiled revealing pointy teeth. He started to speak in a scratchy, American voice "Say hello to the doctor for me, would you boys? This ring was to only catch your attention now I'm using you to catch The Doctor's attention. Tell him something big is coming. Something much more than his wimsey science. Now Sherly, be a dear and drink this formula for me."
"What are you doing, just stop this!" John cried as Sherlock stiffly walked up to the man.
"Don't worry, It's not fatal. In fact, you might thank me for it." The man said, taking out a small vail from his glove. "I'm not the main problem here, trust me. Cheers, darling." the man smiled.
Sherlock just stared at the man. He didn't seem scared or confused or desperate or anything. He seemed curious. He was curious. This was something new. Something interesting.
"Finally" Sherlock muttered before holding his breath and drinking the contents of the vial in one gulp.