inspired by — /watch?v=WbF23qq4DSY&feature=relmfu
i'll stand by you
scott & bailey and sherlock crossover.
She's sat in unfamiliar territory, holding a wine glass in her hand as she looks around the crowded pub. It's got that kind of atmosphere that can be cut with a knife and she doesn't like it very much. Perhaps being a Copper made her more wary of certain situations.
One good thing she thinks is that she won't be recognised here. It's gone half six, the bottle of red wine she ordered half an hour before is now empty and the glass holds a few drops of red liquid at the bottom of the glass. She always did enjoy alcohol too much for her livers liking.
She places the empty wine glass against the empty bottle and waits.
She's waiting for a man who goes by the name Sherlock. It's ironic really that she's meeting a man who happens to share her nickname. Sherlock Holmes, he said his name was over the phone.
"Rachel Bailey?" She turns to look at the person who's called her name. There in front of her is a man not much older than her with dark, curly hair. She presumes that he's called Sherlock, the man who asked to meet her. She nods and he confirms that he's Sherlock Holmes.
Before he sits down, he asks if she'd like a drink. She nods again and says that red wine would be great. He goes over to the bar, orders a bottle of red wine and brings it back to the table with another glass. As he places it on the table, he sits down and pours them both a drink.
"Why did you choose me?" She asks. He says he knows a friend of hers but he doesn't elaborate and she doesn't question it any further. She does however, wonder who'd be friends with a man like Sherlock? She picks up the wine glass and takes a sip, "What help do you need?"
He begins to explain to Rachel about a man named Moriarty — Jim Moriarty. A criminal who Sherlock had been after for some time, a criminal mastermind who was able to disguise himself as various different people.
After downing her fourth glass of wine, she agreed to help the man she hadn't known until this evening.
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Three months later, she was still no closer to finding Jim Moriarty. He's clever, she'll give him that. Just when she thinks she's on to something, he'll drop off the face of the earth.
Their friendship's changed over the three months. Every free time they have, they spent together, so there's no denying there's a romantic element to their relationship.
"I think I'm going to die." He confesses one night. She pauses, unsure what to say.
"If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?"
She finds herself saying yes before she's even thought about it. Does she really want to continue the work for someone who she still doesn't know and is still pretty much a stranger to her?
She doesn't think about his words for a week or two until she sees him on top of the roof. All she can do is stand there, shaking and babbling whilst trying to convince him to get off the roof.
He jumps, hits the floor like a sack of potatoes and she feels sick. She was so close, within touching distance to stop him from jumping but she couldn't. Now she couldn't help but feel so helpless.
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She sees him everywhere, when she's trying to sleep; when she's dreaming. Sometimes she swears that she can see him in the street but she knows it's a fragment of her imagination.
He's dead.
She almost forgets about Jim Moriarty until she goes home and sees the files left on her coffee table. She flicks the pages, written in Sherlock's best handwriting and smiles a little.
She remembers the promise she made. The promise that no matter what she'd help him. Now, she'd see that promise through. For both her and Sherlock.
jottings — i've never seen sherlock so it's probably out of character, sorry about that. if you do happen to like this, please leave me a review, it's much appreciated. thanks. :3