A/N: So how about that Sherlock special? Loved It! Here's a little something to celebrate the new year!
Chapter 7: You Know Too Much.
Danny and Steve exchanged a terror filled look and dragged the wounded fugitive along with them. They climbed back into the Camaro and were off.
Once more Danny shouted ordered into his phone as Steve barrelled through the suburban streets. It took them moments to retrace their steps but it seemed like an eternity.
"They were in that house!" Steve cursed as he slammed his hands down on the steering wheel. "We were right there but they sent out a runner. You!" He accused as he stared down the man in the rear view mirror.
"I need a doctor!" The man responded.
"If I didn't need you to squeal like a pig, I'd kill you right now." Steve threatened.
"Leave him with the backup," Danny stated as the Camaro stopped behind two other cruisers. "We have to finish this." He added and got out of the car.
With a sharp piercing whistle Danny got the attention of the nearest officer. "Watch this one. Give him nothing. Do you understand. Nothing!" He ordered and the officer nodded fearfully.
"He needs medical attention," Another officer said as he peered into the back seat.
"We know." Danny and Steve yelled together and stopped the man from radioing it in.
"He's not getting help until we clear that house." Steve ordered. "And if we don't find what we're looking for in that house he's gonna wish he was the one bleeding out in a shipping container."
"But he may bleed out now..." The officer countered.
"He deserves it." Steve spat.
"Okay, that's enough. Let's go." Danny stated and pulled his partner away from the car. "Just keep an eye on that guy and don't let him die!" Danny ordered over his shoulder.
Back in the house the place was trashed. Computers lay strewn in pieces all over the place. The walls had holes in them. There had been a fire in a trash can that burned up a wall and tired in the basement Steve and Danny found Mark Chambers. Barely alive, tired to a chair and beaten to within inches of his life. But no one else was in the house.
"The guy was a diversion," Danny said with a sigh. "And now the others got away."
"We'll check cameras. We'll canvas the neighbourhood." Steve said as he tried to make up for the situation. "We'll get the one we have patched up and then you can take a couple of swings at him to make him talk. And we'll hope that Mark Chambers makes it."
"We could use them as bait." Danny said darkly.
"Or, we could be smart about it." Steve said calmly and headed out of the house and back to the Camaro. "We'll take it from here." He said as the officers backed away from the car.
"He's still bleeding," One officer stated. "All over your car."
"It's my car," Danny grumbled, "and we have it detailed as a business expense. This kind of thing happens often enough that it gets covered without question."
"How many people have died in this back seat?" The man in the back asked fearfully.
"You could be the first if you don't start talking." Steve warned.
"Or we could wait," Danny said as he fell into the car and waved the young officers off. "To see if Mark Chambers makes it. I don't think he will but then we can charge you with murder. Two of them, and that would make this really shitty day just a little bit better."
"I didn't kill anyone!" The man protested.
"That's what they all say and then when we figure out just how much they'd been lying to us we see the string of murders they leave behind in California, Florida and all over really. Then we ask ourselves, why didn't we just let them die?" Danny asked.
"True, true." Steve nodded.
"I didn't kill no body!"
"Sure, it was your evil twin." Danny said sarcastically. "I get it really, I do. But tell me one thing, who is Sherlock Holmes?"
"How do you know that name?" The man gasped fearfully.
"The guy you didn't kill with all your drugs, wrote that name on the wall in his own blood." Steve answered.
"He knew too much." The man said with a shake of his head.
"Sounds like you know too much as well." Danny commented.
"I think I'd like a lawyer."
"More than a doctor?" Steve asked.
"I want both."
"You get one or the other."
"I'll take the doctor please."
"Good choice." Steve said and hit the sirens. "Then we'll continue this little chat."
