The Purple-gowned figure twiddled his thumbs, one eye on the television, and one eye on his mobile. It was just past midnight after a warm day in mid-June. "His first big mistake," He said quietly, "Was to announce his presence." The weary man sat across from him was typing at a laptop. "Can't you just give it a rest?" He pleaded. "You've kept me up all night with your ramblings on this. Besides, It isn't even in Britain, so why bother trying to solve the case?"
Sherlock shot a quick glance over at John. "The case?" He asked curiously, almost laughing. "I couldn't care less about the case. What I am worried about is that long-haired man-child claiming he's better than me. People might start asking questions." John sighed. "I'm going to put this on the blog." He said angrily. "See what Joe Public thinks about this. So I've got a deal for you." At the mention of the word deal, Sherlock suddenly became interested. "If your fans don't think he's a threat to you, you have to stop being obsessed with this. Deal?" John extended his hand. Sherlock pondered for a moment, and then shook it. "Deal." He said conclusively. I've already got the case worked out." John was confused. "How can you possibly know what's even happening in that investigation?" He asked, dumbfounded. "I have a man on the inside." Sherlock answered as calmly as he always did.
"He's told me everything that's happened. Those stupid schemes of his. And if he thinks they're going to work, he's dead wrong. I should teach him a few things myself. That is, if I ever see him without feeling the urge to strangle him." John was tired. "Sherlock, stop ranting!" He shouted impatiently. Anyway, if you know, then who's the murderer?"
Sherlock considered. "I won't say. I'm only Ninety Percent sure I know who it is."
"Ten Percent." L said calmly. He was still chained to Light. They were alone, everyone else having taken a well-deserved break. "Having monitored you for this long, I'm ten percent sure you're Kira." L kept one careful eye on his phone, half expecting a text from a man in London. He'd already worked out that information was being passed to London from his headquarters. He just didn't know who was sending it. Or who it was being sent to. It might be that detective…
No. He had to stay focused. He had to put all of his concentration into his work. "I don't think that's enough to go on," Light answered. "For all I know, you could just be saying that." L was perched on a floral-patterned armchair as per usual. Light was surprisingly good at this. In truth, L was only 6 percent sure. "How… did you guess?" L said with a smile upon his face. Before Light could answer, L received a text. Dare he open it? No, it wouldn't be…..
"Your sleeves gave it away."-SH
The colour drained from L's face. "Who was that?" Asked Light. "Nobody of an importance." L answered with a slight shake in his voice. What was wrong with his sleeves? Had he really just been contacted by Sherlock Holmes? Could Light read him this well? All of a sudden, he had to concentrate on two things at once. He received another text.
"If I get the time, I'll come over there and tell you myself."-SH
L thought for a moment. Then he decided. He produced a key from his back pocket. "Light," He announced. "For the moment, I don't care if you are Kira. Why don't you go home and take a break like the others? You sure look like you could use it." L opened the handcuffs that bound them together. Light was free. He could kill half the people in the world, for all L cared. He was on a mission. Light, slightly confused, left. L punched some numbers into the phone. "Watari," He said under his breath. "Book us two plane tickets to London. We have something important to do."
John Watson threw back his head and laughed. "Cameras?" He asked. Sherlock nodded, grinning. "It might not be the most sporting solution, but it works." Sherlock acknowledged. "Now rest up. We have a very big day ahead of us.