Well... I watched the Other Boleyn girl because of Benedict Cumberbatch... I decided I really dislike that movie. Yikes.
Anywho, we should all listen to Hoppipolla by Sigur Ros, cause it has all the feels. ALL THE FEELS! I find it inspirational!
Enjoy!
"What do you mean I'm in danger? You think whoever is tracking down these people thinks that I'm one of them?" Molly stammered, beginning to hyperventilate. The Doctor turned to her, placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her.
"Now Molly... Nothing is going to happen to you, we've got you." He half smiled and she looked up at him wide eyed.
"So what we need to figure out now..." Sherlock started, standing and he began to pace, "We need to track down the killer, figure out a way to lure him in, but without knowing how he figures out who has a watch, it'd be quite impossible."
"Should we examine the crime scenes again? The most recent one I mean?" John asked. Sherlock stopped and looked at him.
"That might help, maybe there's a detail we overlooked. We were being rushed because, well..."
"It was a famous person?"
"Precisely." Sherlock closed his eyes and steepled his hands beneath his chin.
"Can't Lestrade get us on scene?"
"I suppose so, but will he want to? That's the question." Sherlock said.
"Since when have you cared about what he wants?" John asked, shaking his head with a smile.
"You're right, let's go!" He spun on his heels and zipped out the door, John, Molly and the Doctor looked at one another and shrugged, then followed.
"Should I be tagging along? I mean... Is it a good idea?" Molly asked John.
"We've got to keep you safe somehow." John replied as they hurried after the detective.
They all filed into Lestrade's office, the Doctor giddy with excitement. Lestrade was on the phone, having a seemingly personal conversation when they barged in, he quickly dropped his feet from the desk and cleared his throat.
"Uh.. I'll call you back." He slammed the phone down and stood, "Hey... What's up?" He asked a bit too informally.
"We need to get to the O2..." Sherlock demanded.
"To investigate that murder? We already figured that one out, it was an angry fan, thought the boy was being too rumbustious." He replied, placing his hands on his hips.
"Do you even know what that word means Gary?" Sherlock asked, rolling his eyes, "As ever, your team proved to be completely incompetent, I'll go have another look. Preferably with out them breathing down my neck, and we will get to the bottom of things."
"His name is Greg." John muttered to the Doctor, "Will he ever remember that?" Lestrade looked in their direction and smiled widely.
"Doctor! When did you get into town? Didn't know you'd be back!" He seemed genuinely pleased.
"Just popped in to say hello. And to help with the murders." The Doctor waved and then rubbed his hands together in front of him before dropping them.
"Sherlock's the only one who thinks they're connected." Lestrade tried to explain but was cut off.
"They have to be!" Sherlock said, annoyed, "The fact that they all possess the same watch is too big of a detail to ignore, but a detail that all of the Yarders seem to have overlooked."
"Alright Sherlock, have it your way. We'll go have a look."
"Thank you." He replied, somewhat genuinely. As they went to leave, Lestrade ended up next to Molly.
"Oh Molly, didn't see you. How are you today?" He asked pleasantly.
"I'm ok." She replied quietly as they made their way to Lestrade's car. They piled in and headed to the arena, which was still under lock down. They rushed in to the back stage area, and Sherlock immediately began bouncing about the crime scene. He pulled out his kit, but of course used only his compact magnifying glass to observe every detail he could.
"This really is exciting. I didn't get to see him do this the last time we met." The Doctor said rather excitedly, "Watching Sherlock Holmes at a crime scene. It gives me butterflies, really it does."
"Why is he so excited about Sherlock?" Molly asked John quietly.
"He's from another universe where we're all just fictional characters..." John answered plainly, as if it was a known fact to everyone at this point.
"Oh. Right." She said and continued watching Sherlock.
"Aha!" He shouted, "How did you idiots miss this?" Sherlock picked something up rather carefully, placing it into a bag.
"What is it?" Lestrade asked, walking up to him and looking in the bag, "Looks like trash to me..."
"Don't you know that one man's trash is another man's treasure?" Sherlock smirked looking fondly upon the item in the bag.
"So spill, what's so important about..." John squinted looking into the bag, "A ripped piece of paper?"
"It's not! Don't you see? It's a list." Sherlock held it up.
"A list? How can you tell, it's just a strip of paper. You have no clue there was a list on there." John stated.
"There's tiny black dots in a certain order, insinuating bullet points. Meaning, list."
"It could be a set list." Molly interjected.
"Set lists don't often contain bullets. They just list the songs, often centered on the page." Sherlock responded, they looked at him, "What? I enjoy live music."
"You enjoy classical music." John said.
"I enjoy all music, live music puts my mind at ease. I'm not as boring as you think I am, John." Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Can we get back to the case."
"What will you be able to tell from a list?" Lestrade complied with the detective's request.
"Ah, absolutely nothing. But with some luck we might be able to recover some sort of DNA, or something." Sherlock answered, "But I'll keep looking." They all sighed as he continued searching the area. Molly looked to her left and caught a glimpse of a shining object near the stage door, on the opposite side of the stage from them.
"Guys." She said, but no one answered, she decided to check it out without them, "Fine, I'll go have a look by myself then shall I?" She rolled her eyes and headed to the door. As she walked she heard a slight rustling above her, but ignored it. When she got there she found half of a broken fob watch, the back half to be exact. She picked it up to examine it as she heard the faint sound of metal dragging. She looked around her at all sides, but saw nothing.
"Molly?" John shouted, running up to her, "You really shouldn't be wandering off."
"I hate it when people do that! Don't wander off!" The Doctor shouted from the other side of the room.
"Sorry." She smiled awkwardly, "It's just that, I found this." She held it up and John took it.
"Great! We should be able to scan this, no problem. Come on." They headed back over to the group, Molly took one last look behind her and could have sworn she saw the stage door closing.
OOOHH SUSPENSE! Maybe? Idk, I like to pretend I know how to write stuff. I also added in that live music thing cause, y'know, as part of the cumber collective I know these things.
Gosh I'm creepy, right! I really enjoy writing all of the Sherlock characters, really, I do. They're all so distinct.
Anywhooo, let me know what you think, if you think it's rubbish, I'd like to know! Cause then I'll just say fuggettabaaddit (italian mobster voice) and write something else! Though I know there's a few of you who think my stories are great! And that makes me extremely ecstatic, you have no idea. SO HAPPY!
I read my reviews and giggle, it makes me so happy. You don't even know.
Thank you. Seriously. [=
Also, do you like how the famous celebrity person to get offed was the biebs, yeah I like it too. Ha.