Chapter 10
"Holmes you don't know for sure." Watson gritted his teeth waiting for Holmes's answer. He was so terribly stubborn. They were sat down comfortably drinking Mrs Hudson's steaming hot tea. Mary was by Watson's side fussing Gladstone who for once hadn't been experimented on by Holmes. "Watson old boy, she's not going to blow it up." Holmes shook his head in annoyance grabbing the morning's paper. "Holmes this is insane!"
"Nobody asked you to come along!" Holmes yelled back and Mary jumped. "I have to do this with or without you."
November 5th had finally arrived and Sherlock had informed him and the police to meet at Thames side beside Parliament at precisely 12:00am. Not knowing what time Irene would turn up Holmes had suggested they all bring food- it was going to be a long 24 hours. "Holmes you said yourself- she's not going to blow parliament up…why are we here?" Lestrade asked, Clarke at his side. It was a cold windy morning and nobody apart from Holmes wanted to be here. "She still wants me for something…she knows I'll be waiting here…she'll arrive I can assure you." His voice was emotionless and Lestrade shrugged and walked away, However Clarke stayed with Holmes. He was always so loyal towards Holmes, the only one who would really listen to him without doubting him at the first moment.
By now it was 9:00pm and everyone but Holmes felt dead from boredom. Holmes just sat on the rocks and waited patiently. Even Clarke had left his side to rest and dwell on his nothingness.
Irene Adler stood outside the houses of parliament- her lips quivering with fright as she turned to face the six beefy looking men who'd been working for her. They'd already spotted Holmes and the police down by the Thames side and they were ready to act fast. "Don't harm anybody, if I see anybody hurt one of them down there I will personally kill you there and then. Go and get them captured and wait for me. Make sure that Holmes doesn't get away." Her voice was shaking with fear as the six men made a run towards the Thames side. As Irene watched them a small tear escaped from out of her eye.
"LESTRADE THE GUNS!" Holmes yelled making a grab for his own pistol as he spotted the men running towards them. The policemen all jumped up, guns in hand. Sooner then ever the men had already caught two policemen. Clarke rushed forward shooting his gun but missed several times before getting caught himself. Holmes saw that the men were not armed and that they were only trying to catch the policemen. Seeing it as the perfect opportunity he lay down his pistol and sprung into a fight, he flew his fist into the air hitting one right in the face. Over and over he dodged their grasps. Running backwards as one came for him a pair of huge arms grabbed him by the waist and threw him against the wall and got him trapped. That was it…each and everyone of them had been captured and now Irene was making her way down towards them. As she approached Holmes noticed how unsteady she was and he could tell she'd been crying as there were red blotchy circles around her eyes. "Hello Irene, we've been waiting for twelve hours for you're arrival. What do you want with me?" Holmes spat with pure disgust on his face. Again and again Irene would come back for more. She sighed and wiped a tear away quickly. "I…I…I…I'm here to blow up parliament." Her voice lied and it didn't take just Holmes to know she was lying. Shaking his head Holmes clearly stated. "No your not- we all know your not."