Chapter 4
Lestrade was running for her life, she knew that made her look weak but she didn't want him to catch her. She ran through darkness no sign of light anywhere.
"Lestrade, you can't run from me," said a man who was chasing her. His voice made Lestrade shiver.
"I can try," she snap trying to hide her fear for him and continue running.
Lestrade try to find a way to lose him like she did when Fenwink was chasing her, Holmes, Watson, and that annoying Carbuncle. Beth wanted to scream for help but she knew no one will hear her. She look behind her and saw the man wasn't there anymore. Than she bump into something causing her to take a few steps back. Her eyes widen in fear as she realize the man was standing right in front of her. Lestrade was about to make a run for it but the man grab her by her wrist and pulled her to his chest.
"Let me go!" yelled Lestrade as she struggle his grip to break free.
"No my dear Beth, I can't let you escape from me," said the man as he stroke her hair.
"What do you want with me?"
"I want you be with me."
"What do you mean."
"Beth, I love you. Ever since my eyes met your's I knew it was true love." The man lifted Lestrade's chin so he can stare at her eyes.
"Sorry to disappoint you but I don't love you," Lestrade growl as she remove her chin from his hand and stomp on his foot.
The man let go of her and grab his foot, Lestrade was about to run but the man grab her wrist. He tighten his grip on her wrist, Lestrade knew that a bruise was forming. Once the man's foot was better, he stood tall and pulled her towards him. He had his hands on both on her arms and squeezing them as hard as he can. He gave a low chuckle as Beth let out a moan of pain.
"Like I said before, I can't let you escape from me. And you will love me in time."
"I will never love you!"
"Is it because you love a detective?" Lestrade stare at him. "Not just any detective, the great Sherlock Holmes himself." Lestrade wanted to say something but nothing came out of her mouth. "Wake up Beth, can't you see that he doesn't love you. All he's doing is using you so he can get cases. He doesn't care about you."
"You're wrong! Holmes does care about me!" yelled Lestrade as she tries to break free so she could punch him.
"Than how come he didn't realize that he could have lost you when you jump in the fan to rescue the hostages on the moon?" Lestrade wanted to say something but the man interrupted her. "Or the time you had the nanobots in your head, did he realize that he could have lose you." Lestrade's face went from angry to hurt, she felt her heart ache in pain. "You see Beth, the man doesn't love you and he never will."
"No, it's not true!" she scream.
"Beth, be with me and I'll show you how much I love and care about you."
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE WITH YOU!"
"You don't have a choice," said the man as he press his lips against hers.
Lestrade try to move away but the man reposition his arms; one was on her back and the other was touching her butt. The man threw Beth to the ground and got on top of her. Than Lestrade saw a knife, she tried to escape but the man's weight was too heavy. She heard a ripping and her eyes widen in fear.
'He's cutting my clothes off,' thought Lestrade as she try to escape and started to yell. "Someone help me! Get off of me!" Tears were falling down her cheeks. "Somebody help me!"
"Lestrade, wake up."
'Who said that?' ponder Lestrade.
"Lestrade, wake up. You're having a bad dream."
Than Lestrade open her eyes and she saw Michael sitting on the bed with his hands on her shoulders. She quickly sat up, she began to breathe heavy and felt the cold sweat on her body.
"Wh-What happen?" asked Lestrade.
"You were having a bad dream," said Michael in a gentle voice.
"I was." Michael nodded, Beth place her head in her knees. "How did you know?"
"I heard you screaming and I thought something was wrong. So I dash in here and I saw you twisting and turning in the bed. I went to your side and try to wake you up."
"I'm sorry, I woke you up,' said Lestrade as she buried her face deeper in her knees.
Michael place a hand on her back and started to rub small circles. "It's alright Lestrade, do you want to talk about?" Lestrade lifted her head and shook it no. "Alright, how about we go downstairs and eat breakfast."
"What time is it?"
"It's seven."
"I can't believe it."
Michael gave her a small smile, "Lestrade, how often do you get these dreams?"
"Michael, I understand you're concern. But I really want to forget about."
"Is that what you want?"
"That's what I want."
"Alright, I respect your decision but can always talk to me about it if you want."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome, come let us go and eat."
Lestrade nodded and follow Michael, she decided to think about something else instead of that dream. Although something about that man in her dreams seem familiar.
Baker Street
Sherlock Holmes sat his desk watching the computer screen; which had the letter he took from Sir Jones. He got all the words that were Italic: everything, to, in, heart, better, being, badly, be, admires, you, treated, you, you're, you, you'll, know, and, soon, I, I'll, and, my, deserve, true, you, to, always, hate, and, my, love, I, get, about, far, I, be, don't, worry, come, and from. Holmes tries to figure out what the words mean but he got nowhere. Than Watson enter the room with a tray of tea.
"Hello Holmes, I thought you would like a nice cup of tea," said Watson as he place the tray on a small table.
"Hello Watson and thank you," said Holmes as he didn't turn his head away from the computer screen.
"How's the letter coming along?"
"It's difficult, but I love a challenge."
"That's good, you're not giving up," said the compudroid as he handed him a cup of tea.
Holmes accepted the cup, "But?"
"But you should take a break. Starring at a computer screen can damage your eyes."
"I appreciate your concern old man, but I'm fine. Besides I want to finish this letter as fast as I can."
"Why's that?"
"Because Watson, the sooner I solve this case the sooner I can get back to playing my instrument," said Holmes as he gestures toward the instrument.
"Are you sure you want to solve this case for the instrument?"
"Yes, the more I practice the better I'll get."
"Indeed, but I think there's another reason you want to solve this case."
"Really? I'm interested to hear your theory?" said Holmes as he move away from the screen to Watson.
"Well I think you're trying to solve this case so you can back Inspector Lestrade."
"Watson, I think you need to go to the yard for repairs. You're wires might be cross."
"Nonsense, I'm in perfect condition." Holmes just shook his head. "I think you were astonish by my theory."
"Whatever you say Watson."
"Anyway Holmes, do something else besides stare at the computer screen. Clear your mind by taking a walk, read a book, call someone, or something."
"Alright Watson, I'll do something else for one hour."
"Thank you," said Watson with a smile of satisfaction on his face. Than he took the empty cup on tea and the tray and left the room.
Holmes look at the words again but nothing came to him. So he turn off the screen and got out of his seat. Holmes went to the bookshelf and try to find something to read.
'I've read these books already,' thought Holmes.
Than he went to the electronic instrument and try to play it but his interest was gone. Holmes look around the room to see what else he can do but nothing. He consider going for a walk but where would he go.
'Call someone?' he remember that Watson said that. 'But the question is who to call?' Sherlock than snap his fingers and went to the computer screen. "Computer call Lestrade." Holmes waited patiently as the computer reach for Lestrade. 'I wonder how she's doing? Even though I've seen her yesterday, I want to know if she's ok.' Than Lestrade's face appear on the screen.
"Hello Holmes," said Lestrade with a cheery smile.
"Hello Lestrade," said Sherlock as he smile back.
"To what do I owe to this call?"
"O, I'm just taking a break from the case."
Lestrade gave a small snort, "You taking a break from a case?"
"Yes, is that a problem?"
"No, I just can't believe it. The great detective Sherlock Holmes is taking a break."
Holmes gave a low chuckle, "So what are you doing Lestrade?"
"Well, I'm in my temporary room and I was reading a book till you called."
"Sorry to disturb your reading."
"It's fine, I've already read the book like a hundred times."
Holmes gave her a small smile. "So where's Sir Jones?"
"He's taking a nap in his room."
"I see."
"Yeah, so I'm free to talk."
"Good, cause I don't know what to do for an hour."
"Is that the time period Watson gave you?"
"Yeah..." than Holmes realize. "Lestrade, how did you know Watson wanted me to take a break?"
"Elementary my dear Holmes," said Lestrade in a british accent. Holmes place two fingers by his right eye and rolled his eyes. Lestrade gave a small laugh, "Hey Holmes, guess where me and Michael are going tomorrow."
"Come Lestrade, we're adults not five-year olds."
"Fine Michael and I are going to a grand opening for a new exhibit in New London's Art Museum."
"Sounds fun Lestrade."
"Yeah, but I have to wear a dress."
"But you didn't take a dress."
"I know but Michael's taking me shopping later."
"I see, well that's nice of him," said Holmes as he notice his hand was clutch in a fist.
"Yeah it is." Than Lestrade turn her attention away from Holmes. "Sorry Holmes, I got to go. Michael woke up and I need to get back to work."
"Alright Lestrade, it was nice talking to you again."
"It was nice talking to you again, maybe we can talk later?"
"Whenever you want Beth."
"Ok, well bye Sherlock."
"Bye Beth. Computer end call."
The computer screen went black, Holmes got up and stretch. He was happy he talked to Lestrade but sad he had to end it.
'I'm glad she's ok, but somethings not right with Lestrade. Maybe it's nothing.' Holmes brought up the letter and the Italic words on the screen. 'There's something about Sir Jones that I don't trust. But he's been a gentleman to Lestrade. Why am I feeling like this?' Holmes began to rub the sides of his head. 'Maybe a nap will do me some good.'
Holmes turn off the computer and the lights in the room than head towards his bedroom.
