"Holmes, wake up, I've got a case for you so get up" I could hear him walking back and forth.
"Why don't you just let the police do they're job and let me be" Watson smashed the case file down on the table next to me.
"Cause it's about you, so now get up" I did as he said and got up from my chair. I picked up the file and began reading.
"I don't see why this is about me. Okay, some mental guy has escaped, I can still not see what this has to do with me?" I threw the case back down on the table and sat down again.
"Holmes, it was you who put him behind bars" suddenly he looked worried.
"I still can't see the connection?" I closed my eyes and leaned back on my comfy chair.
"Holmes listen, the police didn't think it was necessary to tell you cause well... they didn't thought he would escape..."
"Cut to the chase" I said, interrupting him.
"The thing is...he was obsessed with you Holmes. Here's some pictures from his hideout before you caught him" He looked more worried then before.
The pictures showed well...walls with pictures of me. There were even pictures of me in the study. The thought about what he waned from me was just passing through my brain, when suddenly I saw another picture from his hideout. There were guns and what looked like plans to a bomb or something. There were shelf's filled with different kinds of poison and some other things I couldn't identify.
"He had plans to kill me" I was shocked, and now that he was on free foot he probably would try to fulfill his plans this time. This was bad, really bad.
"Holmes, I beck you to be careful, I have asked the police to keep an eye on you just for safety reasons" I couldn't believe that I was getting babysitters, but if it get's Watson to feel better then I'll try to live with it.
"Fine, what ever. Wait, why did you ask me to take the case then?"
"I didn't ask you to take the case, I asked you to look at it so you know what's coming. If you need me I'll be down in the kitchen" and then he walked out.
Immediately I stood up and hurried over to the window. On the building in front of me there were standing a man on the roof, when he saw me he gave me a thumps up, I just closed the curtains.
If there really was some kind of psycho out there trying to kill me, I needed to be prepared. I picked up the file again to see who the "fan" was. I was shocked to find out that the name was Jacob Waverly, a man who actually hadn't killed anybody (yet). He had stolen some potions and mixtures, nothing big. I didn't see him as a very big threat or at least I didn't used to. I chose to take a nap.
I woke up with the sound of footsteps slowly moving up the stairs towards the study. Without a sound I got up from the chair, quickly I took some pillows, placed them on the chair and covered them with a blanket. I hid behind the door, waiting. The footsteps stopped right outside the door. The handle slowly turned and the door was opened. I was ready to take him down, so I quickly closed the door, he got stuck between it. I took him around the wrist and put his hand behind his back, I lay him down on the floor without losing the grip on his wrist, then I sat down on his back so he couldn't move.
"What in the world are you doing Holmes. Let me go in this instant" The person walking up the stairs ended up being Watson.
"Watson, why did you sneak up the stairs?"I was still sitting on his back,but I had let his wrist go.
"Mrs. Hudson asked me to check up on you, but as I couldn't hear you up here I just guessed that you were taking a nap, and didn't waned to wake you up. Now get you ass off my back" I got up from his back and apologized (I clapped him on his back).
Next day I woke up with breakfast standing ready for me. Usually Mrs. Hudson doesn't come up with breakfast. She must be worried, cause yesterday when I sat on Watson's back, he had said that Mrs. Hudson had asked him to check up on me. Well you can't say no to a good breakfast, but again I wasn't really hungry. I wouldn't like to hurt Mrs. Hudson's feelings, so I took some of the food and threw it in the garbage can. I lay some paper over it so when she would change it, she wouldn't see the food. Now back to the case. If Jacob's out to kill me he must be somewhere close, but he would have to choose a hideout that's hard to find. The police are searching the area, but it's going to take sometime before they'll have the hole area covered. Meanwhile I can think of other places where his hideout maybe can be and who knows, maybe I'll get a chance to come out and investigate by myself a bit.