Sherlolly Fanfiction - New Order -
Chapter 1 - Who you are
(yes the chapter names are based on lyrics from blue monday by new order :D )
Sherlock Holmes had absently been plucking at the strings on his Stradivarius.
There had been nothing to note case wise in a long while.
It was to be expected really. He was considered a murderer to most people at the moment.
Apart from the odd twang from his violin and the distant car-horn or police siren from outside the house - which, annoyingly, had nothing to do with him - 221b was very quiet, very cold and very empty.
However, all this was disturbed by screen of his phone lighting up. Unknown number. A client? Then, in a delayed reaction, he heard the first few notes of a song which made his heart jump to his mouth and made his hand leap towards the phone in question.
The voice on the end defiantly was nowhere near a client. Nowhere near any actual living, humanoid.
This man was a 'spider'. A supposed-to-have-died-when-he-shot-himself-in-the-mouth sort of spider.
It didn't take much for Sherlock to admit he had awaited this call.
"Hey Sherlock, just checking up on you. How's life?" he asked casually, the oh-so-familiar Irish brawl making him a little bit sick in his stomach.
"I should be asking you the same thing." Sherlock growled.
"Ooooh dear! Don't be like that Sherlock!"
James Moriarty's steps and exclamations could be heard echoing in the background of the phone call. Why was he phoning anyway? Was he just trying to be annoying?
Sherlock sighed, trying to make his eye-rolling as audible as possible.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing much - I was just wondering, would you like to share stories? I'm intrigued, how did you survive that fall, it was a very tall building. No one else seems to know anything."
"Who have you been pestering Jim?" Sherlock drawled, remaining calm. If he had tried to extract information in distasteful ways, something would've had to have been done.
"Oooh...no one...well, no one really. No one that counts." He put a strange emphasis on the last word. He almost whispered it and the echoes that were heard in the background faded away and Sherlock could swear, for a second he heard another person breathe down the line.
"Look, I'm not playing games with you. Not now. There are cases that need my attention." Sherlock dismissed Moriarty's silliness, with a wave of his hand; forgetting that he wasn't being watched. Of course, Sherlock was lying through his teeth. It was a dangerous tactic with James Moriarty, however, it was Sherlock's default when bored.
"Buuut Sherlock, I want to play a game." Jim pouted, sounding like a winging child. "C'mon. Hazard a guess. Who'd you think this is..."
The safety on a gun was clicked off. The next thing Sherlock heard was a squeaky and frightened whimper. A woman. Not John. Thank God. Not Mary. He doubted that Moriarty would have had an easy time getting Mary to play hostage, what with her own, secret, skills.
Sherlock had subconsciously already take part in this little 'game' of theirs.
"Who is it." He demanded more than asked. He didn't mean to sound so desperate.
"Guess." James sneered, his smile evident in his words.
"I'm not taking any of your shit Moriarty. Tell me. Now."
"Not playing nicely are we?" he mocked, "Fine then, If your not going to play, I'll just have dispose of her." Sherlock heard a whimper again. Moriarty had obviously held the gun to 'her' (whoever she was). "I thought you might have wanted her back...well, apparently you don't count Miss Hooper. You were right. Oh we-"
Sherlock's stomach dropped.
Molly.
He had been terribly slow.
Terribly, terribly slow.