Okay this is the Sequel to The Old Friend! You will need to read that, or this will be very, very confusing! I hope you all like this. I know it's kind of short but I'm working on more!
I leaned into Jim, it had been a week since the "accident". We had our plan set, all we had to do was put it into action. Sherlock had gone back to his daily routine thanks to John, I then kissed Jim on the lips gently. He leaned in as if he wanted more, but I broke the kiss.
"Easy tiger," I smiled at him, and broke our embrace. "Time to set the trap." I had my black suit on. I could feel Jim's eyes look over me, and then return to the screen with CCTV camera's on it.
"How long will you be gone?" Jim asked.
"Don't worry it should take about an hour," I smiled over my shoulder and walked out the door. I had a job to do, and unlike Jim I don't mind getting my hands dirty. I walked down the street, and entered the factory.
It was a working factory, but would be closed for the next few days.
I saw who I was looking for. He was tied up in the corner. Jim had got that arranged. I just needed some information.
"You won't survive, you must know that by now." As I said this his head snapped up, " I have here a poison," This time I held up a pill, "it will kill you in minutes, and here I have this knife." I held up the knife it was just a pocket knife, but it would work. I smiled at him sweetly. "Information, that is the key. You give it you get the poison, you don't I make you tell me," I smiled putting the knife in the light so it shined. I pulled the gag out of his mouth so I could hear what he had to say.
"Wh-what do you want to know?" He asked stuttering slightly.
"I want information about your son- Doctor John Hamish Watson." I looked at John's father waiting for him to respond.
"We lost touch, I don't know much about him anymore." I put the blade of the knife on his cheek pressing just enough to cause it to be uncomfortable, but not enough that it cut him. "Okay I'll talk. My son was a generally normal kid, but he had one major quirk, his temper. He had major anger issues. We had managed to send him to enough counseling, but he still has some episodes. When he went to Afghanistan, he was sent on a special mission. I do not know many details other than he was torched, and he killed three of the men who did it, and ended up shot in the arm. We haven't talked since, but Harry says he's doing better thanks to the help of a man named Sherlock Holmes," He said it all very slowly and in a frightened manner, as he should.
"Here's the pill," I said as I put it in his mouth. John's father swallowed obediently. "Goodbye Mr. Watson," I said as I left, and I saw one last look of agony from Mr. Watson before I left.
I walked up to where Jim was waiting.
"What did you find out?" Jim asked turning in his chair so he could see me.
"His father was weak, and it was easy to get information from him. He didn't lie, his story matches the records," I sat down next to Jim and smiled. "I made sure the murder was in Lestrade's division. It was the same pill that was used by the cabby. I even left footprints in these shoes that were his." Jim leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You are amazing." Then he got up and left towards the library. I stayed and waited for something new to happen on the CCTV network.
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