Chapter One: Friends
-Sherlock's POV-
I listen to the rain drops hit the roof. I get up off of the couch after Watson leaves the room. I pick up my violent and begin to play a soft song. I get lost in my music and close my eyes. I only hear the music I only feel the vibrations each note makes. When I open my eyes the rain has stopped and John is seated at the dinner table sipping on coffee.
"Back with us Sherlock," He smirks up at me.
"Not quite," I said looking at him.
"As usu-" John begins.
I interrupt him, "Why did you drink last night?" I ask and cross my legs placing the violent on the floor next to me.
"Good-morning sunshine. I'm going to go pay the rent to Ms. Hudson," John said avoiding my question and walking away. I get on his computer and scroll down the website looking for any interesting murders. One couldn't come quite too soon. We haven't gotten any calls from the station so I have to resort to my own devices to find something to occupy my time.
"John!" I shout standing up and putting on my scarf.
"Sherlock? What? What is it?" He asked climbing up the stairs.
"Get your coat," I say walking past him, turning up my collar.
-Savvy's POV-
My umbrella flings above my head and I rush down the street. My feet are splashing through puddles as I try to find a cab. A pastry shop catches my eye and I rush in. I close my umbrella and slid into a booth. I take off my coat.
A nice waitress walks up to my table and places down a menu.
"What can I do ya for hun?" She asks smiling.
"Just coffee please. Cream and sugar please," I say handing her back the menu. She smiled and walked to the back. My eyes flutter and look out the window. I can make out a strange man standing in the rain.
"Here you go sweetie," The waitress puts my coffee down and goes to take another persons order. I take a sip and look out the window again and the strange man is gone. I must of been seeing things I suppose. I think to myself and look up. I jump out of my skin because the silhouette of a man I had just see outside in the pouring rain was now sitting in front of me.
"Hello," He said. He smiled a kind smile.
"Who are you?" I asked and started to get up but sat back down. He looked shocked.
"Your new best friend," He said in a stand-offish way.
"I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else, I'd better go," I said standing up.
"Sit down please. We aren't finished here," He stood up and grabbed my shoulder. "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Moyarty."
-Olivia's POV-
I lay my head on the window. My ear buds are blasting music into my ears. I feel the plane soar off into the sky.
"I'm exited to meet your family," I said taking one out and looking at Haylie. She is sitting in her 'thinking position'. Her hands together as if she was praying and placed on her upper lip. I've always thought it was sort of strange but who am I to judge.
I drift off to sleep for almost the entire trip. I wake up whenever the flight attendant comes on the intercom telling us to buckle are seat belts for the decent.
"I got you a Bloody Mary," Haylie said pointing to the drink in the cup holder. I yawn.
"You know me best," I laugh and bring it too my lips and almost down half of it. After finishing my drink we land and we get our overhead luggage. These are the only bags we carried on the flight. We got off our flight and Haylie grabbed me by the arm.
"The exit is over here," she said pulling me down a crowded hallway. "Mycroft is waiting for us there."
"I thought we got a rent-a-car, I payed a grand for us a rent-a-car for a week," I said angrily.
"We don't need it," Haylie said nonchalantly.
"I payed a thousand dollars for a rent-a-car we arn't going to use?" I asked.
"Your learning." Haylie said as we walked through two large glass exit doors. Two large, muscular men dressed in all black grabbed me by my arms one on each side and through me into the back seat of a sleek black van. A woman sat in the back on her phone and didn't look up.
"There you are Ms. Holmes," One of the men said as Haylie sat in the car beside me.
"What the bloody hell was that?
-Bridee's POV-
I'm carrying my luggage behind me as I walk down the street. I'm ready. I'm going to surprise my friend with a visit. I haven't seen him in forever and I've been wanting to see him for quite sometime. My phone vibrates in my pocket.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey, it's me. I haven't been able to talk to you because my roommate. He's, umm, lets just say he's making a lot of noise. It just stopped raining and I've just now been able to go outside," My friend, John, replied.
"Its fine. I was wondering if I could come down to see you since I haven't like, you know," I said awkwardly.
"Yeah, I know," He replied back. There was a awkward silence for a couple of seconds.
"Well, my plane leaves in a few and I'd better be on it," I laugh.
"See you, Sher-" He shouted at the end of his sentence.
"Cab!" I screamed as it passed by. "Ireland International, please," I said jumping in the vehicle. The cab rushed trough without hitting any traffic.
"Wow, thanks," I pulled some money out of my purse to pay the cabbie. I laid it on the dash and tried to open the doors but they were locked.
"Um, can you unlock the doors please?" I asked. Then a odd looking man turned around and took some sunglasses off.
"Ma'am I need to talk to you for a minute," he paused, "My name is Mycroft."
-Moriarty's POV-
"Yes, I have them," I say bluntly and briskly into the phone as I'm walking down the street.
"Well, where are they going to be? Here?" The unknown voice asked.
"I thought you were supposed to know this? Your the leader here right?" I replied sarcastically.
"Don't get smart with me Moriarty. You know I have about twenty snipers on that streets ready at the push of a button. Watch out," The voice said in a harsh tone. In a matter of seconds there were a dozen red lazier dots on my chest. I smiled and put a thumbs up nonchalantly.
"Can you call off your men they're really freaking me out!" I said and the dots disappeared.
"Put them in the abandoned warehouse right next to you. Then smash this phone if you don't mind," The voice said as it hung up. I walked into the warehouse and walked around. It was old and dusty and looked to be a old coke storing unit. I placed the white envelope on a old box and went out back. I quietly placed the phone on the ground and picked up a couple of bricks. I through them at the phone smashing it into pieces. I picked them up and placed them in a plastic baggie and walked back through the old dusty warehouse and out the front. I proceeded to walk down the street until I saw about a dozen red dots on a small blue trashcan. On top of the trashcan was a cellular device. I picked it up.
"Yo," I said.
"Throw the pieces of the other phone in this trashcan. Then there is this pastry shop I want you to go to."
-Haylie's POV-
I sat at the regular dinning table, drinking my regular coffee, and going through regular mail, before I go to my regular job.
"I'm bored," I said to Olivia as she walked in the kitchen.
"You were up to 5:00 this morning studying the hair growth of a cat post death. Don't even tell me your bored," She replied opening the fridge.
"But my studies were inconclusive!" I said as I banged my head into the table.
"Hey I got this letter for you like two weeks ago, I just forgot to give it to you," She said as she through it over to me.
"Its, irregular. I like it!" I stood up and walked outside to the balcony to read.
It read:
Sister Dear,
I know its been a while since I've last written you but, I've been busy. Like with Mycroft and so on. He has been a real pain and I do miss you very much. And there is some very good news. You can come back home, well, I actually need your help with something. But come home. Please.
-SH
"Olivia, pack your bags! Now!"
-Watson's POV-
My fingers race across they keyboard as I type another entry on my blog. The fans love it. I am dying to give them more but there hasn't been much action in a while. Sherlock then all of a sudden runs in the room and jumps on the couch face first.
"Whats the matter?" I asked trying to sound like I cared. I probably disrupted one of his precious expirements again.
"She hasn't written me back yet," Sherlock groaned.
"Who?" I said surprised looking up from my computer.
"A friend."
"You don't have friends," I smirked.
"Out!" Sherlock yelled.
"What?" I asked.
"Out! I need time to think. She hasn't responded. She always responds," He said. I didn't question him and I walked outside. I heard him start to play the violent as I walked out. It must have been someone important. I checked my phone as I walked out and I had a ton of missing messages from a old friend. I walked outside and sat on the porch step as it rained.
"John? Whats wrong with Sherlock. He's not himself really," Ms. Hudson said as she walked outside behind me.
"Sad because one of his buddies is ignoring him," I replied.
"Well, I have to run to the store and pick up a few things. Need anything?" She asked.
"No thanks," I said as she got into her car and I dialed the number on my phone.
