For three days Sherlock kept trying to figure out who, or what, Storm Hutcherson is. He didn't clue in John or Mrs. Hudson on what he was doing, it was his own little investigation. And so far he got nowhere. He ran his fingers through his curly hair as he paced back and forth in the flat. John came up the stairs and he saw his friend pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "Sherlock?" John asked.
"She can't be that intelligent, not that easily. Oh yes she can, she seems like that type. Then again she could be a vendictive wench, but she seems too innocent to do that to someone. GOD! Why is it so hard to read her?!" Sherlock exclaimed to himself as he slammed his fists onto a wall. John stepped back alittle as he observed Sherlock in a state of pent up frustration. He didn't know how Sherlock knew he was behind him, but Sherlock said "I know you're there"
John slightly stuttered and he said "What gave that away?"
Sherlock still was looking down as he said "It's simple I heard the sounds of your feet coming up the stairs"
Then, Sherlock moved away from the wall and faced his friend, he looked like he hasn't slept in ages. "My God, Sherlock what happened to you?"
John brought Sherlock to his chair as Sherlock said "Storm"
John looked back at Sherlock and he asked "I-I'm sorry did you say, Storm? Wha-what did Storm do to you?"
"Made it impossible for me to read her. She's such a curious little character isn't she? I've been doing any and all research I can to find out who Storm Hutcherson is, so far I have nothing" Sherlock said smoothly and the words fell out of his mouth like honey. The way her name felt in his mouth was something new to him; it felt nice. It felt enduring. It felt right. Sherlock said to himself "Get out of my head"
That was meerly impossible. Sherlock stood back up and he kept pacing back and forth like a maniac caged. He ran his fingers through his curly hair and he said "John do your research and see what you find on Storm Hutcherson"
John looked flabbergasted at Sherlock as he went to the kitchen and started to work on one of his experiments and John asked "I'm-I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"
Sherlock looked into the microscope and he said coldy "You heard me find anything you can find on Storm Hutcherson. I MUST know!"
John's eyes widened and then he did what Sherlock asked. Then, Sherlock felt his phone vibrate. "John can you grab my phone?"
John looked at Sherlock and he said "Uh yeah. Where is it?"
"In my jacket" Sherlock said annoyed. John grunted and then he grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a text message from an unknown number. "Sherlock, do you recognize this number?" John asked and then he showed Sherlock the text message. Sherlock looked at the message then he looked back at the microscope before he did a double take. The message read;
My oh my Mr. Holmes. You found my little Stormie. Please be a dear and stay away from her
Sherlock grabbed the phone and he quickly typed out a message.
You're asking a very dangerous request
-SH
Then he placed his phone next to the microscope and he waited for the mysterious person to reply back. It didn't take long for that to happen.
I wasn't asking.
Sherlock grinned and chuckled at the message.
Thank you for the concern but I'll take the chance. She has quite a hold on my brain
-SH
"Aha!" Sherlock exclaimed with joy. John looked at Sherlock with confusion and he asked "Pardon?"
"She has a jealous boyfriend" Sherlock said with a grin.
"Or an ex boyfriend" John suggested.
"That's quite the possibility because of how the person was responding. She couldn't be a lesbian her body frame doesn't suggest that. The way the person replied suggests that we might know this person"
"We know this person?" John asked.
"Yes John" Sherlock said in an obvious tone of voice. "Look at how he first sent me the message"
Then, Sherlock showed John the message. " 'My oh my Mr. Holmes. You found my little Stormie. Please be a dear and stay away from her'. Well that's certainly a high request especially for someone like you" John said.
"Yes but he knew I couldn't resist he knew I must learn more about Storm. Who do we know that knows me better than I know myself?" Sherlock asked in a low voice.
"No one knows you better than you" John chuckled.
"It takes a sociopath to know one" Sherlock said. "I say it's Moriarty"
John was taken back at what he said "M-M-M-Moriarty?"
"Could be the only explanation" Sherlock said. Then he quickly typed out a message.
How do you know Storm Hutcherson?
-SH
Sherlock didn't have to wait long for the annonymous person's response. He opened the text and it read;
Ask Stormie.
The way the person was saying Storm's name made him cringe. He truly detested whoever this was. "This man must have abused Storm"
John looked up and he asked "Abused?"
"Seems like it if he's going through all this trouble to get me to stay away from Storm. Storm got away from him and now he knows she's in town"
"Hang on, even if he's Moriarty and if he laid a hand on her in the previous relationship how would you know all of this?" John asked.
Sherlock looked at John and he said "Because of how possesive he sounds over text. He wants me to know that Storm is his and his alone and he doesn't want no one around her. After she left him he didn't stop hunting her down. Now he knows she's moved out here because of the spies that he has around town and those that feed him information like rats. Sounds like he's not finished with her"
"So," John started. "This is basically a domestic abuse victim trying to get away?"
"Mmm but she won't say it" Sherlock said. "She'll crack at any moment"
Then, the high functioning sociopath chuckled and laughed and he said "Yes! I FINALLY got something on her!"
John watched Sherlock celebrating and he was still confused. "So basically this is all just you trying to figure out who she is and what her backstory is?"
"Oh no don't be ridiculous, it's more or less me trying to read that deliciously evil young woman" Sherlock said with a smile. Then, he returned to the experiment.
John felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and he read a text message.
Meet me at the pool. Midnight.
John looked at Sherlock, then at the clock. It was 11:45. John grabbed his jacket and then he managed to sneak off without Sherlock knowing.
John walked into the pool and he saw Storm waiting for him. She was wearing a backless, form fitting red dress. Her breasts were perking up and almost out of her dress and her hair was the same as it was earlier. She had on skin colored lip gloss and she was wearing black 4 inch heels. John was taken back by her beauty. She was walking slowly along the pool as she said in an angelic yet seductive voice "Thank you for coming, John"
John shook his head out of whatever he was thinking and he said "Uh absolutely. What-what seems to be troubling you?"
Storm looked at John and the words that he never thought he would ever hear, he heard come out of Storm's mouth.
"Do you remember Jim Moriarty?" She asked.
So everything Sherlock said was true John thought to himself. "Yes uh myself and Sherlock know Moriarty very well"
Storm looked down, then she showed him her arm. There was a long scar going down from her bicep to her elbow. John's anger grew as Storm said "He was a very controlling and very abusive man in our relationship. I left to get away, but his spies are everywhere. I can't catch a break anymore and I certainly can't change my name because he'll know. I can't trust anyone. You and Sherlock are the only two I know that don't work for Moriarty and hate him just as much as I do"
"Well Sherlock hates him more and more by the second Moriarty actually messaged Sherlock-"
Storm's eyes widened and she asked "What did he say?"
"Uh he basically said-"
"No John no! Word from word what was Moriaty's message to Sherlock?" Storm asked.
John thought then he said " 'My oh my Mr. Holmes. You found my little Stormie. Please be a dear and stay away from her' "
Storm nodded her head and she said "That's Moriarty. I recognize the way he texts"
John sighed and he said "Lovely we have a psychotic abusive ex boyfriend who's out to get you"
"And he won't stop until he gets you, Storm"
John and Storm looked around and they saw Sherlock walking into the pool and approaching them. "Sherlock" John said as Sherlock stood next to Storm. "I'm sorry I didn't say-"
"Don't apologize I knew exactly where you were and who you were with" Sherlock said as he kept his eyes locked on Storm's beautiful, almond shaped eyes.
"Sorry I didn't invite you" Storm said.
"I would've come either way I was invited" Sherlock said smoothly.
"By who?" John asked.
"By me" the voice echoed throughout the pool. Sherlock and John both expected Storm to hide and quiver in fear, but she stood her ground and she said "Hello Jim"
Then, Jim Moriarty came out in the same suit he wore when he first encountered Sherlock and John. Sherlock looked at Jim and just seeing his face alone made him grow so much hatred, but he didn't show it. But what puzzled his mind was the fact that a beautiful dame like Storm actually dated a scumbag like Jim Moriarty. "Look at this, my little Stormie, everyone's favorite consulting detective, and the eligable bachelor all in one room" Jim said with a sick smile. "I do love this sight."
Jim couldn't help but keep staring at Storm. "My little Stormie, look at you-"
"I'm not your little Stormie anymore and I would appreciate it if you stay away from Sherlock and John"
"Oh come now, Stormie" Jim said with an evil smile as he started to come up to Storm. Sherlock stood in front of Storm and he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Jim. "Stay the hell away from her" Sherlock said sternly yet emotionless. John saw somewhat of the protectiveness coming out of the sociopath and this raised intruiged. Jim smirked and he said "Well this is a first. Sherlock Holmes is starting to show protectiveness over a young woman"
"I show protectiveness over a young woman who's been abused by a scumbag who doesn't deserve to live on this earth" Sherlock said as emotionless as he could and he took Storm's hand into the other behind him and squeezed it tightly. "She doesn't need to see your spies wandering around the city. Leave her be NOW"
Storm was confused but she didn't let him see it. Storm look back at Jim and he was standing there smirking and Jim said "This is quite cute, Sherlock"
Sherlock kept his grip on Storm's hand and his gun aimed at Moriarty. "This is the last time I tell you stay away from Storm Hutcherson"
"Oh the game has just begun" Moriarty said with a small smile. "I will burn all of you. Then, I'll get my little treasure back once and for all"
As he said that, his smile faded away. Storm's grip tightened alittle Sherlock noted. Sherlock looked behind him at her then he looked back at Moriarty. "Well, it's been fun seeing you all. I look forward to playing this game with you"
Then, Jim started to hum to himself as he left. Sherlock, as if on instinct, pulled Storm into a hug. She rested her hand on his chest as he put his gun away and hugged her.
