A/N: Hello everybody! Terribly sorry it took me so long to write a new chapter but the thing is I was going to wait until Series 3 came out so I could have better ideas and uhhh...wellll.
Ok, I've had about 15 different versions of this story (and about twelve different titles) but I wanted a story that kinda sticks to the show a lot more. Which is why I chose this version. And I even already had a concept of how the story goes. The only problem is there was one very important contributor. Moriarty. I debated whether not I should put Moriarty in my story, but Moffatt and Gatiss made everyone convinced that he was dead. So I decided not to have him in it because I respected their decision and begrudgingly accepted it. And then...
Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me?
They spring this s***! How dare you mess with my emotions Mofftiss!
Anyway fangirlism aside, I just had so many possibilities and ideas shot through my brain they could have made my story 10x more interesting. So um, yeah the reason for the delay is because I decided to rewrite the rest of the story.
Any way, I don't own anything they are a product of those two men I mentioned earlier. enjoy
#SherlockLives#
Chapter 9
The very next day, both John and Sherlock had packed there things and were getting ready to head to the airport. Even though there visit to France was a bit more brief than what John expected it to be (then again he was travelling with Sherlock Holmes, he should have already learned to always expect the unexpected), John was surprised with the amount they accomplished in only two nights. He had considered bringing Mary here for their honeymoon, but thought against it. Especially considering all the trouble he and Sherlock caused yesterday.
Before the two men left, John turned on the telly to see if the ordeal from the car chase yesterday was on the news. Surprisingly enough, not only did they show the ordeal, but the two men who were chasing them as well were being identified. Since John didn't speak French he immediately turned to Sherlock, in which he translated as
"Yesterday at approximately 1:06 p.m., two identical black jeeps were found speeding in the Seines Gypsy River Market in what appeared to be a preemptive car chase. There were some minor injuries, but no fatalities. The two had heavily evaded law enforcers for the period of time until the vehicles were eventually stopped and apprehended. The passengers in the first vehicle have yet to be found and identified, however the two men found in the other vehicle, identified as war veterans turned mercenaries Charles Aiden and Gerard Brook, have been captured by the Paris authorities and taken into custody…..
In other news, three gunmen open fired inside the Eiffel tower, causing and uproar of panic and one fatality. The three men were later found unconscious in the staff kitchen, where they were confined and arrested. The information about the three perpetrators were brought to authorities by a woman named Nicola Voskanian, but that has yet to be publically announced. Ms. Voskanian has, in return, asked to remain discreet throughout the investigation"
"Who?" John asked a tad bit incredulous.
"Not sure," Sherlock frowned.
The cab back to the airport left both men in a small state of anxiety. Sherlock had his hand clasped together under his chin in his signature thinking position. John himself was in pretty deep thought.
Three years ago he watched this friend fall to his death in an attempt to protect him. He always blamed himself for not figuring out what was going on beforehand, but he never once fell for any of the lies Moriarty made everyone believe.
John rubbed his head.
It all felt so sudden. One moment he's standing around Sherlock's grave mopping for him not to be dead. The next minute he's riding across Paris being chased by assassins and whatnots. Hell, he didn't even understand why he accepted Sherlock back so easily, after mourning the man for three years. His first reaction, upon laying eyes on the man again, would have been to strangle and/or beat the living hell out of him. Yet when he saw him at the restaurant, he noticed an overwhelming flash of emotion in those eyes. Joy, fear, modesty, anxiety and even regret all at the same time. He figured it had to have been an act, just a ruse to win him over. Typical Sherlock. And yet, surprisingly, he was so humble and straightforward, didn't even make an inappropriate, smart arse remark about his moustache or anything like that. Maybe these three years of exile had changed something in his old detective. Despite everything there was no way he would have turned down his friend's request for help, largely because of his compulsive thrill-seeking high.
Speaking of thrills, he thought about his recent one with Arisia Heron. She was quite an odd woman. Attractive? Very. Brilliant? Most Definitely. But that was the problem. Especially in Sherlock's case. Sherlock's history with attractive, brilliant women has resulted in him walking about in the Buckingham Palace with only his bed sheets as clothing, and nearly having all of Britain held for ransom. Arisia seemed somewhat less shady, but John knew very little about the woman and the fact that she just recently introduced herself to Sherlock despite 'assisting' him with dismantling Moriarty's criminal network for over a year now made his trust in her even less steady. Also her being involved with Moriarty in the first place, didn't help much. However he did trust Sherlock and that's all that mattered. And if she was Sherlock's only chance of clearing his name and, then John could easily put his mistrust in her aside.
He turned towards Sherlock who still had his hard, thinking expression on, but softened when he noticed John looking.
"You alright?" John asked concerned.
Sherlock only nodded.
At the airport, Sherlock scanned the area around him while he put his bag through the metal detector. He was a bit paranoid today. After being attacked and chased by supposed assassins and mercenaries who's to blame him. So far there was no one suspicious, but that's the worst time to let your guard down. As the two men made their way to their flight, a woman 'accidently' bumps into Sherlock before twisting away, apologizing in an eerily familiar accent, and quickly taking off. Both men raised their eyebrows at the obviously intentional display, until Sherlock noticed she left her phone right in Sherlock's hand. He looked back and saw the woman looking at them. She wore a long, deep garnet skirt, black laced jacket and a hat that hid most of her face, until she lifted her head up.
"Fancy meeting you again, Ms. Heron," Sherlock greeted in a smug manner.
"Indeed," she responded with a wry smirk before disappearing in the crowd.
Sherlock looked through the phones contents after unlocking it. Moments later, a look of astonishment was plastered on his face. Seconds later he was laughing out loud.
"What? What is it?" John asked only to be annoyed by Sherlock's outburst of laughter, "SHERLOCK!"
"The game, dear Watson," Sherlock finally answered with a huge triumphant grin, "The Game Is Back On!"
Elsewhere…
"Whaaaaattttt?!" Anderson cried out after hearing a ridiculous theory about Sherlock's survival (involving Sherlock and Moriarty being secret lovers).
His apparent Sherlock fanbase also known as "How He Did It," or "I Believe in Sherlock Holmes", have been discussing various theories on how Sherlock could have survived the fall. So far the majority of them consisted of fantasies made by blatant fangirls.
Suddenly, everyone's phone goes with the exact same tweet.
#SHERLOCK LIVES# #SHERLOCK LIVES# #SHERLOCK LIVES# #SHERLOCK LIVES#
