Chapter 1
After the explosion Sherlock was deaf and blind at first. But both his vision and hearing came back very fast. He was stuck between some blocks of stone of the wall and the blown bits of the wooden crates. Luckily he could move his hand to his pocket with his cell phone. He called the police and an ambulance. He caught Lestrade in his office and explained shortly the whole situation.
"Lestrade honestly I'm pretty sure that Moriarty is behind this. I will tell you everything I know if you get me and John out of this storage hall." "Wait, John was there too? Oh my dear Lord, what had this son of a bitch planned?"
"Obviously he planned to kill both of us with one bomb, Lestrade!" Sherlock prompted impatiently. "And now get me out of here!" He took his phone down.
It felt like days until the rescue finally arrived. After a quick examination it was sure that Sherlock got only some scratches from the explosion. Sitting in the ambulance with tea in his hands and a blanket over his shoulders he waited for news. They were still searching for John.
He had to wait for two hours. When John was found he was unconscious. No blood on him and no wounds to see. So from the looks of it, John was not seriously injured. Sherlock demanded to drive in the ambulance with John to the hospital, but of course they did not let him.
"Lestrade, I have to go now. Just call me a cab please. The battery of my phone died." Lestrade nodded. Five minutes later Sherlock was on his way.
Soon after the ambulance he arrived at the hospital. He stormed in to make his way directly to the information desk. "I want to visit John Watson. He was delivered a few minutes ago."
The nurse checked her computer and told him that he could not go and see John. "Are you family? Dr. Watson was directly transferred to the ICU." Sherlock saw in an instant that debating with this dragon of a nurse was futile but he insisted to go on. "No, I am not family, but I am his friend and flatmate. I have to see him!"
"So you want to talk the rent, or what?" The nurse simply shook her head to show him the debate was over. "If you wish, I talk to the doctor and he will give you a short info of the diagnosis." Sherlock nodded. "Then please sit down over there. I think it will take some time." She pointed to some benches on the wall opposite the doors to the ICU.
Sherlock sat down and called Lestrade. The battery of his phone had regained some power. Now, if he had to wait then he could inform the DI about what had happened earlier. He had not to wait long for the arrival of Lestrade, because he too was on his way to the hospital.
"So any news about John?" he asked as he entered the waiting room.
"No nothing. The nurse won't tell me and I haven't seen the doctor yet." Sherlock replied.
"So will you fill me in about what has happened in that storage hall?" Lestrade sat down next to Sherlock and looked curiously.
"I don't know how they got John, but I will make a wild guess and say that they got him as he took a walk this morning."
"And how did they get you?" Lestrade turned his head towards Sherlock.
"Oh, that was, I have to confess, just as easy. John left the flat at half past three. I think he didn't liked me playing the violin." Lestrade gave a short snort.
"Yes yes, I know what you want to say. After he was gone I got bored. So I decided to work a little on my website."
Now Lestrade laughed out loud. "Lost your audience?"
"Ha ha, very funny. No, that is not the point." Sherlock sighed. "On my website was a new entry. It was from Moriarty. He had posted a little puzzle. Just telling me, that he took something from me. I solved it quickly. He told me he got John."
"Oh no, not again" groaned Lestrade. He shook his head. "And you went straight after him, didn't you?"
"Yes of course. Within the puzzle he had planted an address. It was the one from that storage hall. As I arrived three men jumped on me immediately. They drugged me. The next thing I saw was John's face." Sherlock fell silent. He inhaled deeply as he remembered the five following minutes.
"So Moriarty got you on your soft spot. He knew that you would do everything to save John. Without even thinking properly and inform us." Lestrade got up from the bench. "Oh Sherlock, he will get you every time now, will he?"
Sherlock looked up and nodded.