I loved Sherlock so much I had to write this story. There will be more chapters along the way so do not fret. I do not own Sherlock, obviously. Thanks to my best friend Kathryn for helping me out with it. Enjoy. This is my first fanfic so please review, I'd like to hear what you think of it.


Tranquil: 18/02/10

In the middle of London and also in the middle of the night there was an empty office building, inside the building were twenty-seven floors but on the fourteenth floor came a man

"The Sherlock Holmes. Wow. I mean, I never thought I would actually meet you in person, but here you are, standing tall in front of me." The man, who is called Edgar, stated ecstatically as Sherlock entered the room. Edgar was a short man but at least in his sixties, his hair was silver but he covered that up with a flat cap, he wore clothing that seemed too young for him, but he wouldn't be the person you could say that to and get away with it. Edgar genuinely seamed exited to see Sherlock.

"As if you haven't seen me before, let's get on with it. I know it's not me that you want, it's this; isn't it." Sherlock was very calm even though he was in a tough situation. But what he took out of his coat pocket was a thin, black mobile phone, an LG touch screen to be precise

"You actually have it? I thought you were lying to me. Seen as though you have done it before."

"Always learn from your mistakes. I'm not going to do that again after what happened last time. My head is still sore." Sherlock sarcastically commented as he rubbed the side of his head to show that it still hurt from his previous encounter.

"Give me the phone... Oh, and while we're at it, give me yours." Edgar put a rather large grin on his face. Sherlock's insides twisted at his expresion.

"What? Why?" Sherlock protested innocently bringing himself back to normal.

"You know why, now give me the phones!" Edgar held out his hand firmly, the grin on his face had quickly disappeared into a scowl. "Don't make me force you Sherlock. You're a good kid, and I don't want to ruin that pretty face of yours. NOW GIVE ME THE PHONES!"

"Getting angry never amounted to anything for you, did it Edgar? And you can tell that man behind me to put his gun down. It will not help you in your petty little schemes that you call games."

"Moriarty was right about you. How did you know about the man behind you? Were there any footprints or was it something like the tone of my voice? Intrigue me."

"Well you are going to be rather disappointed now. I saw his reflection in the glass. When sneaking up on someone, don't be seen. That's why it's called sneaking, as in sneak. I would have thought the intelligence rate in an average person or lower would have known something like that. Don't you?" Sherlock smirked and then suddenly felt a shiver down his spine as the barrel of the gun touch the back of his head. "Is that the best you can do?"

"Just watch me. The phones or your life."

"I'm going to go for life, but could you at least do a countdown from five. I do like a dramatic ending." Sherlock could still squeeze that little bit of sarcasm out of the five seconds before he was about to die.

"If you wish. For a dying request. Five... four..." Edgar said smugly. Sherlock heard the gun click behind his head, ready and waiting for blood. "Three... two-"

"-One" The gun fired but the only thing was that it wasn't the man who was holding the gun who had fired, no, he fell to the floor, dead; it was John Watson who had appeared out of a door at the rear end of the room, it was him who had also finished off the countdown. When the gun was fired Sherlock didn't flinch, he then turned to face John and smiled slightly.

"On time as expected."

"Yeah, unlike you who will come and go as you please."

"Always good to have you at hand John. Is Lestrade on his way?"

"He's coming up now."

"Well that's good because... I... have..." Sherlock's voice went all sloppy and then he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Sherlock, SHERLOCK!" John ran to his side to check for a pulse. He still had one, and he was breathing.

"Step away from him!" It was Edgar. He was holding a tranquilizer gun, and then from behind his back he took out another gun, this one was official, and loaded.

"No."

"You will die if you do not step away."

"Fine. You win." John stepped back to reveal at least six men all in bulletproof vests and police helmets run through the same door in the building that John came from. Lestrade stepped out from behind the men.

"You my friend are under-arrest." He said as three of the men walked towards Edgar, three more to Sherlock.

"Did you check for a pulse, sir?" One of the men asked John.

"Yes. Of course I did." John replied a bit stunned at the question, seen as though he is a doctor. Lestrade walked over to John and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you John, we can't be too careful though, best take him to the hospital in case of an infection from the dart, you know what he's like." Indicates Edgar."Let's go. Case closed."