Darcy slammed the front door behind her, the trio had just returned to Baker Street. The red head was breathless, she unbuttoned her coat and shoved it in Sherlock's chest as she moved passed him and John. She stopped at the bottom of the staircase and leant her back against the wall.
"Oh damn-"she inhaled, they had ran all the way back to Bakers Street. So understandably Darcy was out of breath. She leant forward so that her hands were resting against her knees.
"Really?" Sherlock drawled unwrapping his scarf from around his throat he shed his own coat and hanged it on the hook.
"Just be dear and do it" Darcy said through gritted teeth, "I think I'm going to pass-"
"No you're not. Really for a nurse I'd expect you to be fitter" Sherlock commented, his lips twitched in amusement seeing the filthy look she shot him.
"First week on the job, haven't built up my stamina" Darcy uttered straightening up; her red locks covered her face. Sherlock resisted the urge push her red hair away, he found it annoying for some reason. "Thanks" she uttered seeing the consulting detective placing her coat on the stair's banister.
"That was ridiculous" John gasped from Darcy's other side. "Most ridiculous thing I've ever done" he uttered. Darcy finally managed to get her breath back; she licked her lips and eyed John.
"Really John?"
"And you evaded Afghanistan" Sherlock uttered, once again the red head found herself in between the two men. They all broke out into laughter "And Darcy-"
"Not the most ridiculous thing I've ever done" she smiled "let's just say…I was once to force to climb out onto window ledge to get into the next room."
"What?" John asked incredulously.
"You locked yourself in didn't you?" Sherlock smirked.
"How the hell…"she huffed wondering how on earth he deduced that? "Never mind that" she shook her head. "What about the restaurant?" Darcy asked.
"Oh" Sherlock waved her off closing his eyes "they'll keep an eye out" he uttered. "It was a long shot anyway"
Darcy cleared her throat and tucked in a stray curl behind her ear,
"So what were we doing there?" the ex-army doctor asked the question that the red head was thinking. Darcy watched the tall raven haired man from the corner of her eye, she saw him shake his head.
"Oh just passing the time" he replied casually shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers. "And a way to shut Darcy's rumbling stomach up" he added. She rolled her jade green orbs,
"Yeah but you didn't even let me finish my meal" she huffed,
"Well next time you can eat as much as you want" Sherlock drawled, Darcy snorted was there going to be a next time? She thought. "And I was proving a point" he said smugly.
Darcy frowned thinking what was he on about? "Point? What point?"
"John. Come on Darcy, you're more observant than that" Sherlock uttered, her brows knitted together was she missing something. "Mrs Hudson" he called out "Dr Watson will take the room upstairs-"
"Says who?"
"Says the man at the door" he said just then there was loud knocks on the front door "And we always knew Darcy was going to move in"
John frowned and went to answer the door; the petite woman looked at Sherlock "What?"
"Come on Miss Ray" he murmured, staring straight into her bright eyes, "You are more observant, please don't tell me this-"he lightly tapped her temple just the way she had done a few hours ago. "Is empty. What did John have before but hasn't got now?" Sherlock questioned her.
Darcy connected the dots, throughout their brief stint through the city the good doctor didn't have his "Crutch" she said softly. "He's leg…it's better" she grinned at that. Darcy only knew John for a couple of days but knew that the man frustrated with his condition.
"Thank god. I thought I was going to be sharing a flat with a complete fool for a moment" Sherlock sagged against the wall.
"Arse" she muttered elbowing him,
"Come up with more descriptive words dear" he smirked seeing her sneer at his use of pet-name,
"Don't call me that-"Darcy and Sherlock quietened down hearing John talking to Angelo, the red head could recognise the portly man's voice from anywhere. Sherlock let out a puff of air, and quirked an eyebrow seeing the small red head attempting to eavesdrop, "Maybe if you move closer-"his low voice whispered into her ear causing Darcy to jump.
"Would you shut up? I'm trying to listen" she hissed and just managed to catch John's last few words.
"Erm…thank you. Thank you" she heard the doctor hastily saying goodbye. John turned back around and saw the grinning faces of Darcy and Sherlock.
"So…so much for my boot camp that I was going to set you up with" she said dryly. John chuckled but the smile on his lips faltered when she finished her sentence. "But we're still going jogging, looks like you're getting a Buddha belly-"
"What?" John looked down at his stomach causing Darcy to snort; his ears turned red realising that was only messing about
"No you're not fat John" she drawled, before either Sherlock or John could comment a distraught Mrs Hudson rushed out from her flat. The playful mood that Darcy had found herself in completely dissipated seeing the tearful little old lady.
"Sherlock" Mrs Hudson cried.
"Mrs Hudson?" Sherlock frowned; Darcy didn't miss the concern from his tone. She scoffed inwardly so the man wasn't as stoic and emotionless as he comes across.
"Upstairs" Mrs Hudson sniffed, Sherlock, John and Darcy all exchanged looks of confusion, Sherlock leapt up the stairs easily taking two at a time. John followed on his heels, Darcy quickly turned to Mrs Hudson.
"You ok?" she asked gently squeezing her hands.
Mrs Hudson nodded "I'm fine dear, they just startled me" she told the concern red head.
"Well, how about you make yourself a nice cup of tea ey?" Darcy smiled, "Come on up if you want to" she uttered.
"Thank you dear" Mrs Hudson nodded. With one last fleeting glance Darcy hurried up the stairs
"Whoa" Darcy gaped at the sight coming to stand in the room, there were various cops scattered around, some were in uniform others were not. They were tearing the place apart, her eyes widened taking in the sight of the kitchen counter being littered with several jars, and she swore she saw an eyeball floating in one.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock snarled her attention was snatched towards the fuming consulting detective. There sitting on the black armchair was a very looking relaxed Detective Inspector Lestrade.
"Well I knew you would find the case. I'm not stupid" Lestrade stated
"You can't just break into my flat" Sherlock snapped, John jumped when one of the officers dropped a petri dish onto the floor making it shatter. Darcy frowned, she would hate the notion of someone rooting through her belongings like the way these officers were doing.
"You can't withhold evidence" Lestrade countered "I didn't break into your flat" her eyebrows shot to her hairline.
"What do you call this then?" Sherlock said loudly
"This does look like a break-in" Darcy commented looking around.
"Got that right" John muttered beside her, he was holding loosely onto his crutch. "It's a drugs bust-"with that both Darcy and John burst out with laughter, causing Lestrade, Sherlock and the other people in the room look at them in disbelief.
"What?" Darcy defended herself and John, "It's funny…this guy" she jerked her thumb to Sherlock and took a step forward till she was standing right beside the tall man. "A junkie? Have you met him-"the raven head detective clicked his tongue
"Darcy-"Sherlock warned, John's grin once again slid off of his face seeing Lestrade smiling knowingly.
"I bet you could search all day-"she carried on completely oblivious to the looks that Sherlock was shooting her. He just really wanted her to shut up. "You wouldn't find anything you can call recreational and-"
"Darcy you probably want to shut up-"Sherlock gaze down at her.
Darcy's smile faltered "No…-"
"What?" Sherlock uttered.
"You…you're a- oh damn are you-"she was cut off when the detective slammed his large hand over her mouth effectively silencing her.
"Shut up Darcy-"he hissed. He could see the questions swimming around in her eyes "I'm not your sniffer dog-"once again he found an unexplainable clench in his gut when he touched the nurse. Sherlock abruptly let go, Darcy took a hasty step back her heart was beating a mile a minute.
"No Anderson is my sniffer dog" Lestrade pointed at, his eyes darting between Darcy and Sherlock he swore he saw something pass between the pair.
"What-"
"And-"
"Ergh-"was the three reactions from Sherlock, John and Darcy. The red head watched as the kitchen door slid further apart revealing a smarmy looking forensic detective.
"Anderson what are you doing here on a drugs bust?" Sherlock spat glaring at the other man.
"Oh I volunteered" Anderson smirked
"You can't do smug, you look dumb doing it" Darcy piped up, causing the short man to scowl. John coughed loudly so he could cover his bout of laughter.
"Why you-"Anderson snarled,
"Enough of your trivia" Sherlock cut in, the forensic scientist was subjected to a vicious glare from the consulting detective "What is he doing-"
"They volunteered" Lestrade declared, "All of them, they're not strictly speaking on the drug squad but they are keen"
Darcy's eyes roamed the room, "Damn Sherlock you must've pissed them all off to warrant this" she muttered.
"Not helping" he said through gritted teeth
"As if you are-"she hissed, Darcy's hands dropped to her hips she was about to carry on but Donovan caught their attention.
"Are these human eyes?" she called, the red head found the Sargent very annoying and irritating
"You've got eyes don't-"
"Not now Darcy" John muttered.
"Put those back" Sherlock snapped both Darcy and John saw that the consulting detective was slowly losing it.
"They were in the microwave-"Donavan stuttered.
"We so need to check everything before we put food away" the red head whispered to the army-doctor, the man hastily nodded. He didn't want to find anything unpleasant when he went to search for food.
"It's an experiment-"Sherlock sneered at the woman "And Darcy I'll explain later" he said before the nurse could get any words out. He didn't miss the way her eyes seem to lit up when he said the word 'experiment'
"Keep looking guys" Lestrade called out. Sherlock paced agitatedly, Darcy ran her fingers through her hair.
"You know for a detective inspector you're not good at keeping people calm" she commented wryly. Lestrade grinned causing her to shake her head. Sherlock growled and stormed passed Darcy as he carried on pacing, "Well would you do something before he burns a hole into the rug" she uttered.
The detective inspector sighed and reluctantly got off of the armchair. "Alright Sherlock you could start to help us properly and I'll stand them down"
Darcy jumped when there was another sound of shattered glass "Jesus, seriously?" she snapped startling Anderson who dropped a beaker.
"What-"
"Arse" she muttered, John stood beside her and looked somewhat confused.
"This is childish" Sherlock muttered.
"Well I'm dealing with a child" Lestrade countered, "Sherlock this is our case, I'm letting you in but you do not go on your own" to Darcy it looked like as if a father was scolding a petulant child. "Clear?"
Darcy shifted uncomfortable and glanced around, the officers and these so called volunteers were ransacking that flat. She licked her lips as Sherlock faced the silver haired man.
"So what? You set up pretends drugs bust to bully me?" he snapped
"It stops being pretend if they find anything" Lestrade murmured. Darcy's lip tugged into a frown was Sherlock a drug user beforehand? Did he abuse drugs? From what she could see he hadn't really displayed any symptoms of being one.
"Sherlock are-"
"I am clean" Sherlock stated staring into the red head's bright eyes, for some reason she found herself believing him.
"Is your flat? All of it?" Lestrade asked
"I don't even smoke" to further prove his point he unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and rolled up the sleeve, revealing his arm which had a nicotine patch plastered onto his skin.
"Neither do I" the detective inspector even rolled up on his sleeve. "So let's work together"
There was a brief moment of silence, Darcy tucked in a stray curl, and smoothed down her top.
"We found Rachel" Lestrade uttered
"Who is she?" Sherlock's head snapped towards him.
"Jennifer Wilson's daughter" he answered, Darcy folded her arms across her chest.
Sherlock frowned "Why would she write her daughter's name?" he muttered. "Why?"
"Never mind that" Anderson's droll voice murmured "we found the case. According to someone the murderer has the case. And we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath"
"I'm not a psychopath Anderson. I'm a high functioning sociopath. Do your research" Sherlock hissed.
Darcy bit her lower lip "At least he knows what he is" she whispered to John.
"Got that right" John muttered.
"Hmm…so you're sure you're not gay-"she yelped attracting the occupants of the room's attention, she glared at John "Only messing-"
"Whatever" he muttered, his lips twitched in amusement. Darcy shook her head and glanced around the room, it looked like Sherlock was a caged animal, and she wouldn't be surprised if he let out a loud roar.
"You need to bring Rachel in, you need to question her. You need to let me question her" Sherlock said words rapidly flowed out of his mouth.
"She's dead" Lestrade said.
"Excellent-"Sherlock exclaimed, causing both the nurse and the army doctor to shoot him disapproving looks. "Is there a connection? There has to be-"
"I doubt it" Lestrade cleared his throat, the background noise was filled the officers and volunteers, who was still busying rummaging aimlessly through Sherlock's belongings. "Since she's been dead for fourteen years, technically she was never alive" Darcy cocked an eyebrow "Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's still-born daughter."
She cringed slightly hearing that, god poor woman she thought. Darcy wondered if that was the beginning of the downfall of Jennifer Wilson, losing her daughter helped aid her in becoming a serial adulterer. She was brought out of her musings by Sherlock's comments.
"No that's not right." Sherlock uttered "Why would she do that? Why?"
Ok now he was losing both Darcy and John "Why would she think of her daughter in her last dying moments? Yeah sociopath seeing it now" Anderson sneered
She rolled her eyes "Seriously dude, do you even know the symptoms of being a sociopath?" Anderson's move his mouth like a fish out of water "Actually don't say that looks like you're going to using up all your brain-cells if you answer my question" she smirked at him.
Both John and Lestrade forced themselves not to laugh. The detective inspector could the red head's feistiness, he felt sorry for John knowing that the man would probably have his hands full with the nurse and the consulting detective.
"She didn't think of her daughter" Sherlock said haughtily "she scratched her name into the floor with her fingernails. She was dying, it took effort and it would have hurt" once again the tall man started to pace, his arm brushed against Darcy's. The red head glanced down at her own nails, damn she couldn't think of how it would feel to have your nails ripped off.
"You said the victims all took the poison themselves. Maybe he makes them take it" John suggested as Sherlock stormed passed him. "Maybe he I don't know…talks to them?" he trailed off looking at Lestrade.
Darcy bit her lip "Perhaps he used the death of her daughter to hurt her…make her feel low or something" she offered. Lestrade nodded thoughtfully Sherlock scowled and stomped his foot.
"Yeah but that was ages ago, why would she still be upset?" the consulting detective said loudly. Darcy's eyes widened at that, was he serious? She thought. The flat was filled with an awkward silence; Sherlock glanced around and turned his gaze back to the red head.
"Not good?" he muttered.
Darcy shook her head "Definitely not good" she said quietly
"More than not good" John murmured, Sherlock sprang towards the army doctor
"But if you were dying in your last moments what would you say?" Sherlock hastily said.
"Please god let me live" John replied briskly,
Sherlock rolled his eyes "Use your imagination" he snapped
Darcy swore under her breath hearing him "I don't have to" John's eyes hardened, Sherlock swallowed
"And once again Sherlock you put your foot in your mouth" Darcy commented.
"Thank you for informing me dear" Sherlock said mockingly, her brows knitted together in irritation hearing the pet-name. Sometimes the man just asked to be punched she grumbled.
"No but if you're really clever like Jennifer Wilson clever, running those string of lovers she was clever-"he wagged his finger in front of John's face. "She's trying to tell us something" he said.
"Isn't the doorbell working?" Mrs Hudson exclaimed from the doorway "your taxi is here Sherlock"
Darcy frowned, knowing that the man didn't have the chance to order a taxi in the first place
"I didn't order a taxi, go away" Sherlock waved her off.
"Charming" Darcy muttered and moved over to Mrs Hudson "You feeling better?" she asked kindly
"Yes dear thank you" the elderly woman smiled "But they're making such a mess. What are they looking for?"
"It's a drugs bust Mrs Hudson" John replied joining the two women. Darcy's jade green eyes darted back and forth as she watched Sherlock pace up and down clutching his hair.
"But they're just for my hips" Mrs Hudson squealed, causing the red head to chuckle and John to snicker.
"No that's not what they-"
"SHUT UP. ALL OF YOU SHUT UP" Sherlock roared silencing the room. Darcy swallowed "don't move, don't speak, don't breath-no smartass comments Darcy-"he snapped, she huffed and shut her mouth. "Anderson face the other way you're putting me off"
"What my face is?" Anderson questioned confusion laced in his tone.
"It certainly didn't put Donovan off" Darcy muttered causing several of the officers to snicker.
"Why you little-"
"Be quiet all of you" Lestrade shouted silencing the snickers and the comments "Anderson turn your back-"
"Oh for god's sake-"
"YOUR BACK NOW PLEASE" Lestrade yelled authority reeking off of him. Anderson did as he was told not wanting to go against a commanding officer.
"Come on think" Sherlock muttered to himself, Darcy walked over to the coffee table and sat down on the edge of it right beside the case. John followed her lead but opted to sit down on the cushy armchair.
"What about your taxi?" Mrs Hudson called out.
"MRS HUDSON" he shouted causing the old lady to scamper away.
"There was no need for that" Darcy snapped scowling at the man, Sherlock returned the scowl and went back to frantically pacing. Lestrade was somewhat surprised that the raven head man didn't snarl something at the red head.
"Oh" Sherlock laughed to himself realising what he was missing "ah…she was clever, clever…she's cleverer than you lot. And she's dead"
"He's charming right-"Darcy muttered, John shook his head and sighed
"Do you see? Do you get it?" Sherlock asked "she didn't lose her phone, she never lost it. She planted it on him, as soon as she got out of the car she knew she was going to her death"
Lestrade remained standing in the middle of the room with his arms folded. He was use to Sherlock's antics so didn't bat an eyelash when the detective pushed him aside so he could resume pacing. Both Darcy and John gazed up at the consulting detective. "She left her phone in order to lead us to her killer" Sherlock uttered.
Darcy nodded the pieces were slowly coming together, in an odd way it was beginning to make sense she thought she did understand how the woman planted her phone on the killer. But that's all she knew
"But how?" Lestrade asked causing Sherlock to stop and stare at the man.
"What do you mean how?" Sherlock questioned, the silver haired man shrugged his shoulders even though Lestrade had worked with the man for five years, he still found Sherlock's bright blue eyes slightly unnerving.
"Rachel" Sherlock declared all he received was blank stares. "Don't you see? Rachel" he was nearly jumping up and down. Darcy shook her head causing the consulting detective to groan. "Oh…look at you lot, you're all so vacant-"
"And there you go with insulting us. Can you not be nice?" Darcy muttered shaking her head.
"Rachel is not a name"
"Then what is it?" John asked frustration was reeking off of the man, the red head expected him to fling his useless crutch at the taller man.
"Darcy on the luggage there's a label" Sherlock pointed at the pink case, she turned and picked up the tag with her slim digits. "There is an email address"
Darcy's eyes skimmed the tag, whilst Sherlock set himself in front of his laptop, "Jenny dot pink dot mephone dot org dot UK" she read out.
"Oh I've been too slow she didn't have a laptop she did her business on her phone" Sherlock's fingers flew over the keyboard. "So it's a smart phone, email enabled. So there's a website for her account-"Darcy came up behind Sherlock leaning slightly closer so she could see the screen "the user name is her email address and her password is…all together now-"
"Rachel" Darcy and John said in unison he stood behind her peering over her shoulder.
"So we can read her emails? So what?" Anderson scoffed.
"Is he even qualified to be a forensic scientist?" Darcy muttered to Lestrade, Sherlock was facing forward so did missed the glint of amusement flashing through his eyes. Seemed like he wasn't the only one who found the greasy haired man annoying.
"Anderson don't talk out loud, you lower the IQ of the entire street-"Sherlock snapped, Darcy lips upturned into a smile, John glanced over to Lestrade who lightly shook his head. "We can do more than just read her emails. It's a smartphone it's got GPS-"
"So you can track the killer?" Darcy asked
"Yes, she is leading us to her killer" Sherlock nodded.
"Unless the killer got rid of it" Lestrade commented.
John shook his head "We know he didn't" he uttered
"Come on, come on. Quickly-"
"Jeez relax" Darcy murmured placing her hand on his shoulder, Sherlock felt calm somewhat by her touch which left him baffled
"Sherlock-"Mrs Hudson hurried back into the room "dear this taxi driver-"the detective flew off of the chair and lightly shoved Darcy towards it "Keep an eye on it" he instructed. Darcy dropped down on the chair as Sherlock stormed towards Mrs Hudson
"Mrs Hudson isn't it time for your evening soothers?" he hissed. Lestrade moved back towards his fellow officers. John placed his hands on the back of the chair she was sitting on
Darcy and John were watching the screen. "So much for just checking the flat out" he grumbled into her ear causing the red head to laugh under her breath.
"I know, not the day I was expecting-"she muttered back "Going to-"
"A murder scene, not an ideal day. Anyway you seem to be dead on your feet" he commented, he could see the tiredness on her face. She let out another yawn, she was only running on adrenaline
"It's just a long day. Can't wait to go sleep-"
"How about you head off to your flat-"John started but a beeping cut their conversation short, Darcy canted her head to the side,
"John is…that-"
"Yeah" John nodded, they had found the phone but its location puzzled them. All the room's occupants were completely oblivious to the sound of heavy footsteps thudding up the creaky stairs.
"Sherlock" Darcy called her eyes remained on the screen "Sherlock"
She was greeted with a waft of Sherlock's cologne as he knelt down beside her. Their faces were only a couple of inches apart,
"Where is it? Quickly" Sherlock uttered into her ear glancing at the screen.
"It's here" John said his brows knitting together
"221 Baker Street" Darcy frowned how could the phone be here? She thought, when they called it earlier she didn't hear it in the flat.
"How could it be here?" Sherlock asked raising his head, John shook his head, and he had no clue. Darcy got onto her feet and looked around the room. She walked over to the suitcase
"Maybe it fell out of the suitcase" Lestrade said
"What I didn't notice it? Me?" Sherlock spun around. Darcy leant over the case and started to rummage through it, she unzipped the inside pocket to check that, she already knew it wasn't there but wanted to make sure
"It can't be here" John said "We texted him and he called back"
Lestrade set his hands on his hips "Guys we're also looking for a mobile phone" he called out.
Darcy shook her head and tucked her hair behind her ears. "It's not here-"she murmured like everyone else Darcy didn't notice the look of realisation on Sherlock's face. She brushed passed him and looked back at the screen. "Maybe if we refresh it-"she murmured under her breath. John pressed the refresh button. Darcy straightened up and looked over her shoulder and frowned seeing the look on Sherlock's face.
"Sherlock you ok?" Darcy asked
"Hmm what?" her eyes met his; she couldn't describe the look in his eyes.
"Are you ok?" she repeated her question, quirking an eyebrow she leant her bum against the edge of the desk, John had taken her seat in front of the laptop.
"Yeah, yeah I'm ok" Sherlock murmured. She didn't believe him for a second and frowned
"You're not-"the consultant detective was somewhat intrigued that the little red head noticed that he was lying, he's been working for years with people who would just believe him and brush it off. But she didn't
"So how could the phone be here?" John asked bringing the top back on hand. "How can it?"
"Don't know" Sherlock answered, now this definitely proved her point of something being up with him. She only knew him for two days and in their interaction she once never heard the consulting detective say 'I don't know'
"I'll try it again" John sighed.
"Good idea" Sherlock said without another word he left the room.
"Sherlock-"Darcy called out running after him
"Stay here" he ordered turning back and lightly pushing her back, from the look on his face she could see that he was being serious.
"Sherlock are you sure you're ok?" she asked concern coming off of her in waves.
"I'm fine, and stay here. I'm just popping out for some fresh air. It makes my brain work better" Sherlock said before she could question him he was gone. She frowned and turned back to the room.
"Darcy-"
"No clue John" she muttered under her breath and moved back over to the laptop, the army doctor had vacated the chair allowing the red head to sit down. "That was odd" she commented clicking the 'refresh' button.
Sherlock shut the door behind him; he pulled on his gloves whilst eyeing the cabbie. So this was the killer the consulting detective mused. The portly man didn't seem like a threat.
"Taxi for Sherlock Holmes" the man said, his beady eyes roamed the tall man.
"I didn't order a taxi" Sherlock braced himself against the cold and stepped off of the stoop.
"Doesn't mean you don't need one" the cabbie countered tucking his meaty hands into the pockets of his trousers.
Sherlock eyed the man shrewdly "You're the cabbie" he declared "the one who stopped outside Northumberland street, it was you" the consulting detective hoped that Darcy wouldn't make an appearance right now. "Not your passenger."
"See no one ever thinks about the cabbie" the man commented "It's like you're invisible, just the back of a head" his cockney accent coming through really thick. "Proper advantage for a serial killer"
Night had now set it, since it was getting reasonably later there were hardly any people on the streets, people were most likely at home getting ready for bed.
Sherlock's shoes echoed around the empty streets "Is this a confession?" he questioned, he glanced up and could see a brief flash of red from the curtains of the living room, alerting him that Darcy was near.
"Oh yeah" the dumpy little man uttered "I'll tell you what else. If you call the cops now I won't run. I'd sit quiet as they take me down I promise"
Sherlock frowned "Why?"
"Because you're not going to do that" the cabbie replied
"Am I not?" Sherlock asked pressing his lips together in a thin line
"I didn't kill those four people Mr Holmes, I spoke to them and they killed themselves" the cabbie said casually, "if you get the coppers now then I'll tell you one thing. I will never tell you what I said" he announced then went to walk around his cab to get into the driver's side.
"No one else will die" Sherlock called out "either, and I believe that's what they call a result." The portly man glanced over to him, watching the consultant detective through his glasses.
"Well then, you won't ever understand how those people died" the cabbie's nasally voice cut through the night air. "What kind of result do you care about?" he carried onto his cab and slid in.
Sherlock once again peered up at his window and could see that Darcy was still by the window, from what he could see though was that she had her back to the outside, he cleared his throat and walked over to the cab and peered into the front window.
"If I wanted to understand what do I do?" Sherlock questioned, it was in his nature to be overly curious.
"Let me take you for a ride" the balding man uttered.
"So you can kill me to?" Sherlock scoffed
The portly man sneered slightly baring his yellowed teeth. "Let me put it like this Mr Holmes, if you don't get in the cab I'll just wait till your pretty nurse comes along. I'm sure she'll need a ride home-"Sherlock's fists clenched in anger "I haven't picked up a red head in a while. Don't worry I won't kill you" he added in what he thought was a reassuring tone, but the detective only found it to be condescending "I want to talk to you. And then you're going to kill yourself. Now tick tock Mr Holmes, otherwise I'll be finding out how fun your nurse is. I'm sure that conversation will be enlightening-"
"You don't need her" Sherlock snarled, feeling something odd swelling up within him at the man mentioning Darcy. He stood up; with one final glance at the flat's window he got into the back of the cab. Sherlock could see Darcy's face through the window.
"Erm" Darcy frowned she moved the netted curtains aside "Sherlock has just got into the cab" she briefly saw the expression on his face but couldn't quiet name it.
"What?" John asked, he was on his mobile trying to call the victim's phone.
"Sherlock just got into a cab" she moved back when she saw the cab that Sherlock went into rounding the corner of the street. "He just drove off into a cab" she said more clearly catching Donavan's and Lestrade's attention.
"I told you he does that" Sally said "he left again"
John stood still with the phone pressed against his ear; he could hear the phone on the other end just ringing out. "We're wasting our time" Donavan called out.
"You are" Darcy snapped glowering at the other woman "You're wasting your time searching this place, when you should be out there-"she jerked her thumb towards the window indicating to the outside world. "Looking for the killer"
Lestrade frowned knowing that the red head did have a point
"I'm calling the phone, but it's just ringing out" John said, Darcy groaned and rubbed her throbbing her temples. She was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep, but at the moment couldn't. She was worried about Sherlock's abrupt exit.
"If it's ringing it's not here" Lestrade stated. Darcy rolled her eyes
"We told you that earlier-"
"Listen honey-"
"I swear to god Anderson call me that again I will punch your face" she scowled,
"Assault-"
"Shut up" the nurse snapped,
"Anderson go wait in the car" Lestrade ordered, the forensic scientist was about to retort but saw the look his superior officer was shooting him so decided to back off. He turned on his heel and left.
"I'll try the search again" John muttered sitting back down in front of the laptop. "Here. you keep calling-"he handed Darcy his phone, where she redialled the previous number and pressed the device against her ear.
"Is there any point?" Sally questioned, annoyance was laced in her town. "Does it matter, does any of it? He's just a lunatic, he'll just let you down-"
"Hold up" Darcy uttered the skin between her brows puckered "Hasn't he solved more cases than you? It doesn't sound like he's been letting you down. So back off" she defended the arrogant man.
Darcy knew one thing for sure, Sherlock was far from being a lunatic. He was a git and incredibly obvious to social protocols. But she could conclude that he wasn't a bad man.
The phone once again rang out, Darcy let out a frustrated sigh and redialled again, she watched the silent looks being exchanged between Lestrade and Donavan
"Ok everybody" he called out "we're done here"
Darcy shook her head; there was something wrong she could feel it in her gut.
Soon enough the flat was empty slowly the officers were trickling out. Lestrade pulled his heavy coat on "Why did he do that? Why did he leave?" he asked. John had set the laptop down on the desk.
"You know him better than we do" John commented, Darcy hanged up she wasn't getting anywhere.
"I've known him for five years" Lestrade nodded "and no I don't"
She frowned "So why do you put up with him?" he asked, as the red head sat down at the desk. She pressed the 'refresh' button so the search started again.
"Because I'm desperate that's why" Lestrade replied honestly he walked over to the door of the flat but before he left he turned back looking at the pair. "Because Sherlock Holmes is a great man and…I think one day…with a bit of help-"his eyes landed on Darcy "he will be a good one. Good bye Darcy, John-"
"Bye" Darcy murmured and watched as the silver haired man disappeared down the dark stair case.
It was now only John and Darcy in the flat.
"We're not getting anywhere with this Darcy" John said breaking the brief moment of silence. Darcy sighed and walked into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She looked through the cupboard and found a clean glass.
Darcy rested her bum against the edge of the table
"I'm going to head back to my flat, need to pack my things up-"
"You're still going to move in?" Darcy quirked an eyebrow taking a sip of her drink, she felt the cool liquid sliding down her throat.
"Yes…we can't say it's boring. You're going-"
"To stay here." Darcy exclaimed she wanted to make Sherlock returned she felt funny when he went off earlier.
"Ok, well make sure you get some sleep" John smiled at her and was about to leave but turned back to get his crutch.
"You don't need it John" Darcy called after him placing the empty glass in the sink.
"You never know" he yelled over his shoulders disappearing down the stairs.
Darcy shook her head "He totally does not need it" she muttered under her breath and headed back into the main room. The red head was about to sit down in the cushy arm chaired but heard a beeping noise alerting her that the phone was found.
She rushed over to it and plucked up the device her eyes widened. The phone was no longer in Baker Street; she snapped the lid shut and rushed after John. Darcy sprinted down the stairs, and grabbed her coat
"John" she shouted slamming the front door behind her. "John-"she could see the army soldier at the end of the road.
"Darcy?" John frowned "what's wrong?" he asked seeing the panic look on her face.
"Sherlock. Sherlock is with the killer" she shoved the laptop into his hands
"What-"he opened it "oh wow" he breathed.
Darcy managed to flag down a cab "Come on" she grabbed John's arm and literally dragged him into it. They needed to save Sherlock and they were on their way to doing that.
AN: Apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Thanks a lot to those who reviewed.
So in this Chap-We see Sherlock using a pet name that Darcy despised. Darcy teasing John about his belly. Lestrade carried out a 'drugs bust' They found out what Rachel means. Darcy knows something is wrong when Sherlock's dissapears. Sherlock goes along with the killer and gets angry when he mentions Darcy. Darcy threatens Anderson and defends Sherlock. Lestrade and the other cops leave, John also leaves and Darcy hands around. She finds out that Sherlock is with the killer.
Next Chap-A rescue mission, and a brief meeting with an umbrella carrying man.
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