"For the love- what have you done?' I waved my hand at John, writing some info in my journal. "None of that! Look at this! You destroyed my room!"
"Our room." I muttered, brows together.
"Actually, it's safe to say that since I pay half, Holmes pays half and you don't pay at all, that this is my room!" I rolled my eyes, shaking my head some as I searched on the computer. "Are you even-"
"No."
"God. Your just as bad as him." He growled, slamming the door.
"Now I'm insulted." I muttered, as I began to write some more.
"I believe it is I, who is the intended insulted one." I groaned, hating how I could not work in peace in this place. I turned to glare at him. He stood, leaning against the door frame, face blank with his hands in his pockets.
"I would assume so, considering you get into fits, start shooting off guns and play the fucking violin in the worst way possible!" He raised an eyebrow and I turned back, glaring at the screen.
"I'm not the only one who goes into fits." I rolled my eyes, going back to the screen scanning the information. "May I-"
"No." There was a moment of silence before his head was next to mine, scanning the screen, and most likely my notes. He grabbed my journal, making me sigh as I stared blankly at the screen, pen still in the air. I heard him flip through the pages, and I turned in the chair, sitting in it backwards. He stood straight, eyes scanning the pages.
"I solved most of these cases." He murmured, brows together as he tried to come up with what I was doing. "It starts with the murder of Mason Shawn's on December 12."
"And ends with the death of Karl." I sighed and rubbed my temples.
"What does this all mean? How did you come up with these?" He asked, looking over to me with curiosity.
"I based them on how they died. It's a pattern, meaning me leaving and coming to you was the plan all along, since, as you said, most of the deaths you solved." His eyes narrowed as he looked back to the paper. After a moment of silence, he burst out laughing, jumping into the air like a four year old girl.
"Brilliant! Ohhh! I knew something would turn up!" He threw the folder at me as he began to pace, me staring at him like he was a mad man. "Gah, it must be my birthday!" I blinked watching him stop, then start again, smiling as he shook his head, laughing a bit more. "Ohhh, they're good! But never too good. Let's see, let's see. Eight murders. Four I solved, and four were part of your team." I stared at him.
"How'd you know that?" He spun to stare at me with brilliant eyes, like a child at Christmas.
"It's elementary! Obviously if this has been planned, then it would have to be even!" He came up and held onto my shoulders, smiling almost evilly. "Think! What could this all mean? OHHH!" He spun and left the room, me just shaking my head.
"I can honestly say that, that…. Was the single oddest thing I have witnessed in my life…"
*Sherlock's POV*
I paced, mind racing at the sudden turn of her events. I knew taking her in would lead to something good, but this! Awwwww, so good! I read and re-read the notes in my head, thinking it over. I didn't notice John come in, or what he was saying.
"Shut up! I'm in the process of-"
"Where in the hell is she?" I stopped, finally noticing the God awful music she insisted to play from the states.
"Why would I know?" I muttered, not liking that I didn't know.
"Because- forget it! Let her get kidnapped. I'm so over the both of you." He limped to the kitchen, making me raise an eyebrow. "Can I at least ask why there is a foot in the fridge?" I waved my hand at him, in thought.
"Checking coagulation once severed, but not the point right now!" I growled. "You must hear what Lara and I-"
"No! I don't want any of your-" He paused as we both spun around to the window. My brows came together as I held my arm out to Watson, stopping him before he could pull out that boring gun. Never fun those. I closed my eyes, tilting my head.
Small thumps, increasing sound- descending from roof
No heavy breathing, easily climbing down- fit
Faint aroma of smoke, dust and vanilla- female
Trying to hide noise, but not trying too hard- unafraid
I smiled, opening my eyes as my seconds of deduction came to a conclusion.
"Glad you could join us!" I said, back turned to the window as Lara jumped in, making Watson, stare at her.
"And where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick!"
"She had been upon the roof, smoking." I smirked, turning towards her to see her glance at Watson guiltily. "Ahhh, yes… I see now." I murmured softly, putting my fingers together and to my mouth. I smiled as she shook her head slightly, glancing to Watson and back to me. Oh, how fun this day has become! "You've been smoking for 13 years now." She closed her eyes, shaking her head as she sat in the chair in front of the window. "Sister is gay and a drunk, a little brother to take care of and the burden of life weighing in your mind." I looked out the window now, becoming engulfed in the illusion of finally having something to go on with this recluse woman! "Yes, yes! Oh yes! Mummy and daddy weren't home- no! It was daddy who wasn't ever home. Yesss… Military no doubt. So, whilst daddy moved, mummy went with him, meaning big sister took care of the little ones. Ahhh, so that means you're the oldest, but not by much." I smiled, relishing in this. "Yes, it's all so simple! Harry had always been gay, so whilst little sis went out behind your back to go to parties, you were left with little brother. You took up smoking, why? Yes, why. School, taking care of a baby, paying insurance-! AH!" I looked to her, smiling. "That's where they found you, isn't it?" She looked up at me with a sinister look.
"Yes. They trained me in London, as so I could watch John." She looking to Watson with a sad look.
"Hmm. He had to have been one, since you started smoking at seven… Ah, so they trained you in everything. They pumped you with knowledge and almost killed you physically. It took years of training. Eight years. So, when little Johnny was nine, you left. Mum and dad didn't know, hence why no one mentioned you." I heaved a sigh, crossing my legs as I plopped into the second chair next to Lara. It was dead silent, backing me smile as I knew I got it right. I'm on fire!
"I figured out the first part of the message." My head shot to Lara, forgetting about the case that had come up. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees as she rested her head on her clasped hands. "I only smoke now when I need to think."
"And you got to a high place. You detach yourself, to look at everything to see the nothing." I noted, making her nod once.
"I told you I was going to the roof, but you weren't paying attention. I there for an hour, smoked half a pack before I realized it."
"Realized? Realized what?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. How could she have gotten it before I? She put her mouth to her hands, closing her eyes.
"My last mission. I had to find out the name of a man." I sat up then, remembering the cabby case. "It took three years, and I could only get a nickname. He runs some sort of organization, something for criminals." I leaned forward, sitting sideways some as I stared at her intently. "E.M. also called Em." My brows came together. "Think, Shirly." I closed my eyes, ignoring that comment. "The names." I opened my eyes, waiting. With a sigh, she grabbed a piece pf paper and a pen, scribbling down the names. She then stood, leaning over the small table in between the two chairs, showing me the first names. Watson was now next to her, lost no doubt. "I couldn't put it together. The names, in order, go as: Moriarty
Mark
Olsen
Rick
Ian
Alan
Rupert
Talon
Karl" She shook her head, closing her eyes as I sat up straight, brows together as my eyes darted back and forth.
"I don't get it." Watson said slowly.
"Of course you don't, your simple." I uttered, only to make he roll his eyes.
"Well, fine then, if you are so smart, what is it?" I closed my eyes, sighing, as he asked.
"Could be a rhyme scheme." She cleared her throat as I said this, both of us looking to her now.
"I thought of it all, and it wasn't until I remembered something you couldn't have known." I raised one side of my lips, giving her a knowing look. "Karl's code name." She smiled then, crossing out the word 'Karl' for 'Yensin'. I stared at it, finally connecting it.
"I'm afraid I'm still lost." Watson said, leaning on his cane. I leaned back, finger tips touching as I crossed my legs, staring into thought.
"Think John. The first letters of their name." His brows came together as he tilted his head, looking at the names.
"Uhh, M. O. R. I. A. R.T. Y." He then began to mutter out the name, and I closed my eyes.
"Moriarty." My eyes snapped open, smiling. So, the game finally begins.
