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~Chapter 9: The Talk~
Gregson and Bell arrived at the building and were in shock when they saw where Watson had been living. Bell seemed the most shocked.
"Well at least we know she's been taking care of herself," Gregson said as he took another look around the place. Sherlock simply nodded his head, for once not trusting his words. "So do you have any ideas of how to track her?" he asked.
"I would normally suggest that we look at the local pharmacies to see if we can find her purchasing the medical supplies but I'm not sure how much good that would do us. She picked up basic stuff and if anything she's smart enough to know not to buy bulk at a single store," Sherlock said as he ran his hand through his hair, frustrated.
"What do you have there in your hands Homes?" Gregson asked, taking notice of the notebook in Sherlock's hand. He was hoping that he would be able to keep this for himself a bit longer.
"A notebook, she left it for me," he said as he opened up the notebook again and glanced through the pages of it.
"Does it have anything in there that may tell us where she went off to?"
"No, it's just her notes from her researching all of the places she's been. Notes on Mr. Ryder, the couple a map of the area. And she left me another letter, which doesn't tell me much of anything. It sounds more of a 'thank you' letter than anything else."
"So we're stuck back at square one again?" Detective Bell asked.
"Yes, it would appear that way," Sherlock said as he continued looking around the room, desperately trying to figure something out.
"You sure that you don't know any place where she might go?" Captain Gregson asked, "I mean you two did live with each for a while there. I'm sure you must have learned some stuff about her."
"We never converse about personal stuff such as that. The bits I did know were mostly about her time as a surgeon and how she regretted the accident." He then reread the letter in his hands.
Dear Sherlock,
I hope this letter finds you well. I left you the notebook because I figured that you would appreciate the work I did more than anyone. Anyone else would probably dismiss me as crazy for going this far, but I know you would appreciate it. Thank you for everything. I'm sure that you are wondering why I'm leaving letters instead of talking to you face to face. It's really for your protection. This is good bye Sherlock. The sooner you forget me, the better it will be for you. That's all I can say about the situation that I have found myself in. Take care of yourself please, no matter what.
-J. Watson
Alfredo was sitting on the couch in the living room. He read over the letter several times. Sherlock sat in his chair staring off in his own contemplation of what the letter means.
"I have every reason to believe that Moriarty is somehow behind this. Maybe somehow she managed to get into contact with Watson, and maybe she threatened Watson with something. And this something must have been quite something if she thinks it would be better for me not to know," Sherlock said before he paused. He closed his eyes while rubbing the sides of his temple. "As all of this progresses I find myself worrying more about Watson's safety. My emotions have been…fluctuating quite a bit. They have been clouding some of my judgment."
"Personally, it sounds like you may love her," Alfredo said. Sherlock just stared at him. "You care about her because of this whole situation, I get that. But these other emotions, it just sounds like you love her. And it sounds like she cares about you a lot if she's doing all of this to protect you."
"From what though?" Sherlock asked frustrated. He felt like he was just going around in circles.
"I don't know, but I hope you figure everything out before it's too late. It sounds like she's leaving the city. And you said that she left that hideout a few hours before you got there right? Well then I think you have a bit of time before you lose her for good," Alfredo said as he got up from the couch and left the letter on the side table.
Sherlock was left there, trying to figure out everything. Is there really a chance that I…love Joan? Wait, Joan? When have I ever referred to her as Joan? Sherlock thought to himself. He ran a hand through his hair and mentally went through every encounter he had ever had with her. He noticed that there was a certain…emotion that was always present between the two of them. He had told her that he was better with her, though he has yet to figure out why. And now, with her gone he felt like he was circling down a drain. All he knew was that he wanted her here, he was confident that if she was here then the answer to this question would present itself to him.
He then remembered that she had all of her belongings in a storage unit, there was a whole big issue about it. Maybe in there are some clues as to where she might be. He quickly looked up information about the storage unit.
P.O.V: Irene/Moriarty
She paced around her cell growing rather impatient with her men. After getting word of Joan's whereabouts she needed to get out there before she missed her opportunity. Her mental rant was interrupted when a guard came by the cell with a woman by his side, one that looked like her. A smile played along her mouth. The guard opened the cell up for her and then shoved the other woman inside in her place.
"You almost had me worried," she said sarcastically.
"Sorry ma'am, they've increased security around here so there were some extra obstacles. Everything is set up and waiting for you."
"And her location?"
"We know where she will be heading. Though she has taken out a good portion of the trade in the city." Moriarty didn't take this too kindly. They were a good resource to have.
"Silly bee, why did you have to leave the hive? This all would have been so much more fun. We could've had an audience to watch," she mumbles to herself. A chuckle at the end of the sentence.
"Ma'am, the car is waiting for you to drive you to..."
A/N: Moriarty knows where Watson is! R&R, and Thanks again!
