Playing God-Chapter 7
John had never moved so fast in his entire life, he knew this was it,the final chapter,it was his last chance to get Sherlock to safety.
"Are you in the office...well you better get your arse in there immediately,I have something..something big,i'll meet you there." hanging up his phone he hurried to get another taxi,heading back Mycrofts as fast as he could,his whole body vibrating.
He removed the camera phone from his pocket,luckily for him this one didnt have a passcode,he waited until he was at his office before watching the footage that part he was dreading the most, he discovered there were some photos on file. Intrigued he opened one of the files and gulped quickly closing it again.
Eventually he arrived at Mycrofts office strolling inside walking at a quick pace.
"Turn on the monitor..NOW"he demanded,hooking the phone up to his laptop looking up at the 42" screen up above them. Finding the last video he let it stream.
"Is this,this thing on...oh goody..John my boy if your watching this,it means times almost up for dear Sherlock...im dissapointed in you for not finding him sooner."Moriaty looking crazier as ever stood right up against the camera. He pouted pulling back revealing to the camera an unrecognizable Sherlock Holmes.
"Okay so heres the deal Doctor,i'll give you the location if you can get to him in time then i'll let him go,if you fail to make it in the next 24hrs you'll find your precious Sherlock with a bullet in his head."he took a long pause staring right at the camera "Saint Petersburg..happy hunting". he winked at the camera and then turned it off.
John stared back at the blank screen gritting his teeth with such rage he actually had to restrain himself from punching something "I swear to god im going to kill him."
Mycroft surprisenly remained calm I suppose that was the fact him and Sherlock never really got on even if deep inside he loved him dearly,so he felt it easy not to show any remorse "is there anything else on this thing?"he asked reaching over to have a look finding the photos having a look through them.
"Saint Petersburg could mean anything,either Russia and isn't there one in Florida too, sneaky bastard,he could be anywhere."
"John-"
"How the hell we supposed to find him...I mean both places are huge,he could be anywhere, he's going to die allover again,probably for real this time."
"John listen to me...I know where he is"
John continued to ramble away to himself,only hearing the end of what Mycroft was saying "I'm sorry what,how do you know where he is?" he rolled his eyes "yeah nevermind"
"Just trust me,he's in Saint Petersburg,Russia,we'll get the first flight out tonight."
John shook his head at him "no...no i'm going alone,this is about me and him Why Russia?"
Mycroft shook his head "Oh don't be such a fool Dr Watson,this is what he wants,both of you alone so he can kill you both,you're going to need someone smart enough to help you."
John clearly wasn't impressed "you don't think i'm smart enough to get him out?"
"Well obviously,you came to me from beginning remember...i'll book us on the next flight,i'll text you the details." Mycroft slipped his hands into his pockets and strolled out leaving John alone.
The sun was setting spreading across the horizon, the night was indeed young, John who had been sitting for hours waiting for the call from Mycroft was growing increasingly impatient "AHH sod this im going alone."
Heading quickly down the stairs he grabbed his passport and slammed the front door getting the first taxi he found heading to the airport.
As soon as he got through security he waited as patiently as he could for his plane to be ready to board.
A hour passed and he was ready to board, getting into his seat he fidgetted so many thoughts going through his head thinking he was already too late.
That was the worst part,the fear of not knowing.
"Yes im already here,Mycroft I don't give a fuck what you think,you were taking too long so I went on my own, now do you know where they're keeping him or not"
As he left the Pulkovo airport he found his way to the taxi rank getting inside the first car parked "okay okay...are you sure..right okay, no don't argue with me,i'm here now,i'm going."he hung up giving the driver instructions on where he was going luckily for him the driver understood English,wrapping up not used to this weather looked out the window admiring the scenery.
The driver pulled up outside a warehouse in the middle of nowhere,this seemed like a likely place to hold a hostage,the driver not too sure.
"erm..how much?"
John practically slammed the money in his hand hurrying out of the car and let out a small sigh bracing himself for never leaving the building,he knew this was a trap but he didn't care,even if this meant this was the last time he would see Sherlock again than that was good enough for him,atleast he tried.
He carefully opened the double doors trying to keep a low profile so to keep the element of surprise,but I guess he wasnt that smart.
Being greeted by two rather large gentlemen, ones you really wouldn't to be caught alone in a dark alley type cornered him "alright lets keep this civil shall we,i'm unarmed."
He probably shouldnt of said anything. They blindfolded him then escorted him up two flights of stairs. He heard a knock on the door having the blindfold removed from him he was taken inside a long and very dark room and forced to sit. He sat there in silence.
The lights immediately illuminated into life causing Johns eyes to shift,he squinted his eyes looking straight ahead of him quickly his eyes eyes widened hurrying to his friends side.
"SHERLOCK..Sherlock wake up look at me"he lifted his head feeling tears form in the corners of his eyelids,panicked he checked for a pulse,he was alive but barely "Come on we need to get you out of here."
Sherlocks eyes were open knowing and hearing Johns voice but was unable to speak,not until the drugs wore off anyway and knew that wouldn't be for a while.
He pulled at the cable ties now keeping him tied to the chair freeing his arms atleast"can you hear me...i'm going to get you out of here,I promise."
Moriaty clapped his hands "OH well isn't that just the cutest."
John quickly spun round resisting the urge to choke the life out of him "I am going to rip your heart out."
Moriaty let out a light chuckle "Oh thats sweet John,I'm glad we've gotten to the point in our relationship where we can be honest with each other" he glared now tilting his head to the side "didn't think you would be stupid enough to come,but then you are each others weaknesses,I sense a little deja vu only this time I wont be stupid enough to let you both go."
John gulped raising his arms up "okay..i surrender...you hear me Jim I surrender,you've got what you want, im all yours,so just kill us already."
Moriaty merely shook his head at him "NO NO NO...come on John dont you get it,I dont want to kill you,I just wanted you to see,just how powerful I really am,that i took him down and how unstoppable I am..oh its like poetry to my ears,I took down the great Sherlock Holmes" he held his arms out gloriously absorbing it all in,he was on his throne and that made him feel invinsible.
"So your claiming to be a god..no one is that powerful Moriaty not even you."
Moriaty raised an eyebrow pointing a finger over at his arch nemesis "LOOK at him John..I've beaten him,the great Sherlock Holmes will never be the same again...he's a fallen angel never to be whole again."
"Your wrong...he is so much more than that, he is a hero,he's special and mark my words we WILL stop you."
Moriaty glared back at him "Is that a threat..IS IT?"he snapped"NO ONE CAN STOP ME,I WILL BURN YOU"he approached him holding his arms out to strangle him only to see the recieveing end of a bullet,shot from a sniper rifle.
Man down.
John ducked,he wasn't expecting that at all,not even bothering to check if he was dead he went back over to Sherlock freeing the rest of him and helped him up,feeling him stumble "its okay...your safe now."wrapping his arms round his shoulder he helped carry him out and down the stairs looking over him a sense of relief washing over him,he was alive..he saved him and you could tell by the look in the consulting detectives eyes that he was happy to see him. "Your welcome."
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Sherlock was awoken by a loud ringing from what sounded like a heart monitor in his ear, he was in a hospital,He hated hospitals. His eyes flickered open unable to move his head that far but spotted a familar face in the corner of his eye.
"You know I hate hospitals." his words came out slurred,the drugs Moriaty were keeping him on beginning to wear off.
John smiled weakly sitting forward "I know but I had to,you were dying."
Sherlock rolled his eyes feeling weak inside but not making that obvious not that he would be able to fool John "oh don't be so dramatic."
John just laughed,he was back to his old self again "okay then well remind me not to save your life again next time then." he pulled himself off his seat going to leave.
Sherlock grabbed his arm weakly looking up at him desperately and smiled weakly,this was probably the hardest few words he would ever say "Thank you John."
John frowned and smiled back giving him a nod" your welcome,just don't be an idiot next time."
THE END