Elise, Sherlock and John arrived at the Highgate Cemetery.
Not surprisingly, the area that Elise wanted to go to was blocked by police tape. Sherlock reached into his pocket, retrieving the badge he had pick pocketed from Lestrade earlier.
Elise frowned and shook her head. Approaching one of the officers, she asked if she could be let through.
"Sorry miss, but this is a crime scene." The officer replied.
"But sir," Elise began to cry. "That's my mum's grave. This is my uncle," she gestured to Sherlock, who began to look sullen after John elbowed him. "And this is my uncle's flat mate. Please sir, can I just pay respects to my mum?"
The officer looked a bit panicked. "Okay, okay, just don't bother anyone…"
Immediately Elise stopped crying, wiping the tears from her eyes. Adopting a bored expression, she ducked under the police tape and led John and Sherlock to her mum's grave.
"Wait, Elise!" John called.
"Yes?" Elise turned.
"You were just crying, are you alright?" John was genuinely concerned, but Elise began to roll her eyes.
"Mr. Watson, my mum died when I was two. I never cry." Stopping, she continued. "-except when I need attention. Here," Elise parted through the crowd of police officers, once again reciting her story. On the grave was a bright red coat of spray-paint, and on top of that in black, the Roman numeral four. "Do you believe me now?" Elise asked, quite patently annoyed.
Suddenly, gun shots sounded through the air. Elise, John and Sherlock began running to the safety of a cab.
Elise let out a grunt of pain as a bullet grazed her side. Switching sides, John began running next to Elise, helping her run. Hailing a cab, the trio went directly to the flat, where John began to yell at Sherlock for some supplies.
Grabbing a towel, he began to press on Elise's side, where blood had already soaked through her jacket, shirt and tank top.
"Sherlock, I need some hydrogen peroxide!"
After the wound had been cleaned, John was able to determine that the bullet had indeed just grazed her. "Thank goodness you're okay, Elise…" he sighed as she grit her teeth, waiting for the pain killers to kick in.
"Really…why's…that…" she asked, a spasm of pain rippling through her side.
"…because Mycroft would kill Sherlock and I both if he heard about this. Luckily though, you're only going to have a bit of a scar." John got up, tossing a throw onto Elise, who dug her nails into it. "The Tylenol should be kicking in soon."
Meanwhile, Sherlock was back at the graveyard. Going to the spot where the would-be-assassin would have been, then calculating the cover, he decided that the sniper would have been unable to see who Elise was with. Then, he began to look for the bullet. He found it a few minutes later, as it had hit a headstone. Examining it, (and removing the blood) he saw exactly what he had expected.
The Roman numeral for two, engraved on the surface.
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