Chapter 10
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Rating: M
Notes: I want to apologize if my last chapter was too bloody and violent. I was trying to convey just how sick Simon is. I hope that I didn't offend or upset. Not too much action in this…more plot!
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"Gavin, what's happening?" Molly asked nervously.
"Everything is going to be fine, Molly. We are just waiting for Inspector Barnaby, okay?"
She nodded, but continued to chew her lip nervously. A few moments later Inspector Barnaby entered the room with Inspector Lestrade.
"Good afternoon Dr. Hooper." Barnaby said giving her a small smile. "I am sorry to have had to take you away from work, but I'm afraid that I have to ask you a few questions."
Molly noted how gently Barnaby spoke to her, as if he was afraid of setting her off. This made Molly even more frightened.
"What's happened?" She asked. "I know something has happened. Greg…what's happened?"
"Dr. Hooper, do you know this man?" Barnaby asked, placing a photograph of Will Banner in front of her.
Molly studied it a moment. "No, I'm afraid not, should I?" She asked as her brow creased in thought. She looked at it a few more moments before realization dawned on her. She looked up at Barnaby and smiled. "Oh yes, I do know him. He works at the Cash and Carry. He's very nice. He helped me with my shopping." Her smile fell at Barnaby's expression. "Has…has something happened to him? Is he alright?"
Barnaby sighed. "I'm afraid he was killed last evening in his home."
"What?" Molly asked her eyes widening. "But how? What happened to him…."Her words trailed off. "Oh…Oh God…please…it was him wasn't it…he killed him?"
Molly looked pleadingly at Barnaby, her eyes begging him to contradict her. When he didn't answer her, she looked at Gavin.
"Was it him? Was it Simon?" Her voice began to become shrill. "Answer me Gavin!"
Gavin sat down beside her and took her hands in his. "We think so, Molly. And he left another message, on the wall in blood."
"For Sherlock…" She finished softly.
Gavin nodded, tightening his grip on her hands. Molly turned to Barnaby. "What did he do to him?"
Barnaby glanced at Gavin before speaking slowly. "He bludgeoned him to death."
Molly looked at all three men. "No, there's more. You aren't telling me everything. What did he do to him? I want to know."
"Dr. Hooper, I'm not sure that it is…" Barnaby began but was cut off.
Molly jerked her hands from Gavin and stood. "No, tell me damn you! I'm not made of glass. I am so tired of every man in my life treating me as if I'm going to fall to pieces. I want to know! I deserve to know. I'm not weak Inspector, for god sakes I cut open murder victims for a living."
"No Dr. Hooper, you are anything but weak. I merely meant to spare you from the shock." Barnaby said.
"Molls, it was really brutal. He tortured him before he died, cut his hands off with an electric saw. He beat him to death with a hammer, crushing his skull and the bones of his face. The coroner said he removed his feet and head after he died." Lestrade said.
Molly paled and began shaking. "This is my fault…it's because of me…"
"No Molls, this isn't your fault…"
Molly's eyes were wide and maniacal. "But it is Greg! Don't you see? He's doing all of this because of me! No one is safe, no one! He's killing anyone I talk to you. My God anyone could be next. None of you are safe!" She said her voice shrill and breathless. "I have to leave here…get away from all of you."
Molly took a step towards the door and Barnaby blocked her path. "Dr. Hooper, none of this is your fault. These are the actions of a mad man. And the worst thing you could do is try to go this alone. He wants you to feel as if this is your doing. He wants you isolated, desperate, and in despair. You can't let him do that to you. You have to continue to stay strong. We will get this man Dr. Hooper. I promise you that we will get him."
"But what if he kills again? What if he comes after one of you or someone that you love? Inspector, I can't live with that! I can't. How many more people will die while I live? You have to let me go! I have to go to him. I have to let him do what he's going to do. I can't bear for someone else to die because of me. I've already lost my parents… You have to let me go…you just have to…please, please, please let me go." Molly repeated as she sobbed. Barnaby wrapped his arms around her trembling form and held her as she cried.
There was a knock at the door. Barnaby looked up and motioned for Gavin to answer it. Gavin went to the door and opened it. A rather tall, angular looking man stood on the other side of it.
"May I help you sir?" Gavin asked.
"Mycroft Holmes for Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby." Mycroft said smiling.
It had taken Simon about two hours to get back to London. He had to be careful so as not to be seen. He had already decided who would receive their punishment next. He had wanted to get to her much sooner, but that blasted Doctor was always with her and Simon was no fool.
John Watson was not a man of great stature, but he was a solider and as such, had been trained to kill without hesitation, should the occasion arise for it. And Simon supposed the punishment of one's girlfriend might provoke a man into killing for her.
He watched Sarah load her car with her shopping bags. A slow smile crept over Simon's face. Oh yes, he had waited for his chance to get this little bitch for some time now. He used to watch her, with his Molly, through the windows of the restaurants and shops that they frequented.
He knew she was filling Molly's head with lies about him. She had been one of the women that had been in the restaurant with Molly, talking to her, the night before she had decided to end it with him.
He always knew that it wasn't Molly's choice, not really. It had been the influence of all her pathetic friends. Well he was slowly taking care of that, one by one, and soon there would be no hindrance to their life together.
Of course, he was saving the best for last…Mr. Sherlock Holmes…Simon couldn't wait to cut into Sherlock Holmes.
He watched as Sarah put the last bag into her trunk, closed it, and made her way to front of her car. He decided now was as good of time as any to make his move. He walked slowly and casually towards the unsuspecting woman as she fumbled with her purse and car door, dropping her keys.
How convenient…he mused.
Sarah did not hear him come up behind her. When she stood back up from picking up her keys, she felt something hard pressed into her back. "Get into the car, love, and keep your mouth shut." He hissed in her ear.
Sarah on instinct tried to turn and see who it was. She gasped when she felt the barrel of the gun press harder into her skin. "I said, get in the car."
Sarah nodded, her hand trembling and climbed into her car.
"Over, you little bitch." He snapped.
She scooted over as best she could to the passenger side as he got in.
"Put these on." He said, tossing her a pair hand cuffs.
"Who are you?" She asked and was rewarded with a slap to her face.
"Did I tell you to open your mouth, you cunt? Put the fucking cuffs on and shut up or I'll kill you now."
Sarah complied, tears streaming down her face. As Simon started the car and began to pull away from the curb, Sarah looked desperately around the street, hoping in vain that John would come for her. She stifled a sob as Simon drove on. Sarah knew she would never see John again.
Sherlock paced back and forth in front of the lab, his pacing making John nervous.
"Could you please sit down?" John snapped.
Sherlock ignored him and continued pacing faster. Finally, the lab door opened and Dr. Peterson came out with a piece of paper in his hand.
"Well?" Sherlock demanded.
Peterson handed Sherlock the test results. "The blood on the wall from the garage is not from the victim, as you suggested it wouldn't be Mr. Holmes. It matches the blood from the crime scene in Dr. Hooper's cottage." He said, confirming Sherlock's suspicions.
Sherlock nodded, looking thoughtful. "And did you find a match?"
The Pathologist nodded. "Yes, you were correct in your assumption again Mr. Holmes, the blood is in fact a match for Dr. Hooper's father."
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