Sherlock's Point Of View
I was confused, to say the least. Everything feels wrong. I think maybe It feels wrong because for once I'm not the know-it-all, I'm not the one trying to save everyone this time and that's what I'm used to. No, this time Bethany was trying to save everyone. I could see how the stress was getting to her all though she did hide it well.
I couldn't trust her, not at all. Mainly because she had said her file was unedited but you don't kill someone and get made an assassin for the British government. I'd have to ask her about that sometime. Another reason was because she had said she had a plan. A plan that would save me when I jump.
Words wizzed around my head as I thought about everything. Jump, The fall, I O U, Bethany, Jim.
Someone is going to die, whether it's me, Bethany or John I don't know but someone is going to die and I need to avoid that whenever possible. Since I couldn't trust Bethany to come up with a plan, maybe I could come up with something myself. I could figure that out another time. I hadn't eaten at all today because of a case about a rabbit.
I shrugged and got up out of bed, checking the time on my phone. 00:32. I walked into the kitchen and was about to make food when I realised I didn't actually have to, I could just order some food. I went into the lounge to see if I could find a menu, only to find Bethany passed out on the sofa with a bottle of JD held tightly in her hand. When I say bottle of JD I mean there was a completely empty bottle in her hand and no one else had been here so she had drank it all by herself.
I quietly walked up to her sleeping form and took the bottle out of her hands, quickly checking her pulse on her wrist. She was fine. I contemplated leaving her but the way she was lying she woulld wake up with a stiff neck and I didn't want her to be in pain.
I slipped one of her arms around my neck and put my arms under her, one on her upper back and the other under her knees. I picked her up, barley breathing when she stirred, I really didn't want her to wake up right now it'd just be awkward.
I carried her upstairs and lightly kicked her bedroom door open, using my forehead to turn the lightswitch on. I laid her down on the double bed, moving her fridge out of her face as I looked down at her.
I had never felt anything for anyone but my brother. I had a lack of empathy and I didn't understand human nature at all but there was something inside me as I looked down at the pale woman, with rosy red cheeks ,from the alcohol, that I couldn't just wiff away.
I smiled slightly and lightly kissed her forehead, I turned around and walked towards the door, switching the light off and taking a quick glance at her, "Goodnight Sherlock." She mumbled.
"Goodnight Bethany." I whispered, closing her door behind me as I left, a light blush creeping up my neck.
The thought of food completely left my mind as I started thinking about why she had turned to alcohol to solve her problems.
I thought about everything I already knew about Jim's 'final problem':
1) There is going to be a fall.
2) Someone is going to die.
3) Bethany is trying to come up with a plan.
Then I started thinking about what I knew about Bethany:
1) She has a criminal network.
2) She killed Sebastian Moran to protect her brother from him.
3) Bethany feels responsible for Jim's actions.
4) Her pulse quickens when she knows I'm around.
Bethany's point of view
I woke up the next morning with the biggest hangover of my life. I couldn't remember what happened yesterday but I knew I had spoken to Sherlock at some point and I fell asleep on his sofa.
I walked downstairs to see that no one was there, then I checked the time to see that it wasn't actually morning. Nope, I had slepped all day and it's actually 5pm.
I spied my phone on the table in the kitchen and walked over to it as it buzzed. I opened the message and groaned loudly,
St Barts now - SH
Do I have to?
BOOM xo
Yes, it's important. - SH
But I'm ill!
BOOM xo
No, you're hungover, hurry up, and bring crisps. - SH.
Okaaaaaaay.
BOOM xo
I almost dropped my phone when I remembered what had happened last night, Sherlock had carried me up the stairs and tucked me into bed. I kept my disgustingly love drunk thoughts to myself and jumped in the shower, quickly washing before throwing on my usual attire, putting a leather jacket on instead of a blazer.
When I got to St Barts, with 4 packets of BBQ Hulla Hoops, I ran up the stairs to where I guessed Sherlock was. I was right.
"Hey Molly." I smiled, "What's going on?"
"Two kids were kidnapped, we are analysing foot prints." She said, seeming slightly pissed off, well she was around Sherlock.
"How lovely, want some?" I asked, throwing a packet of crisps at her.
She caught them in one hand and sat down, i walked over to John and handed him some crisps.
"Y'okay?" He asked, "You look ill."
"I'm hungover." I sighed, throwing my head back as i popped a hula hoop into my mouth.
John got up and walked over to Sherlock but I payed no attention. I had generally no idea what was going on, apart from the fact that I'm hungover and I have Back In Black by AC/DC stuck in my head.
After about 10 minutes someone sat next to me and I opened my eyes to see Molly.
"Are you okay?" She asked nervously, I opened my mouth to say something but she stopped me, "I mean, are you really okay?"
"Uh, Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled slightly.
"No, I mean you're fine now but when you thought no one could see you you looked sad and I know what it means to look sad when you think no one can see you." She said, biting her lip slightly.
I'm not surprised she was nervous she was talking to a hungover sociopath.
"My brother, the one that tried to steal the crown jewels, he's like me and Sherlock. You know what I mean, slightly crazy with unachievable plans?" She nodded and urged me to carry on, "He has this plan he told me about when we were kids, the fall, and it's coming back now, he's trying to make it happen now. I guess it's just weird not being able to figure it out."
"You can't save everyone, Beth." She said, I smiled slightly at the nickname.
"No, I know, It'd just be nice if I knew what was going to happen so i could at least attempt some sort of plan. I can't just sit back and watch friends die." I replied, she nodded.
"You think your brother is after you? I thought he had an obsession with Sherlock?" She asked.
"He does but i think the main plan has always been about me, I did kill his best friend." I shrugged, I giggled a little when she almost choked on ahula hoop.
"You what?" She asked.
"Oh you don't want me to get into that. Sebastian Moran was my brother's best friend but he was a bit insane so I shot him in the head. Jim hated me for it but I was only doing it to protect him. After that he's always held something against me. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die soon." I explained, she seemed to let it go pretty easily but she's spent years solving crimes with Sherlock and John so I imagine she's used to it by now.
"So why are you sad, apart from your brother possibly wanting to kill you?" Molly asked, sitting back and folding her crisp packet into a traingle shape.
"Things have changed since I moved into 221B, I'm not sad I'm just confused. I've never felt this way before, I've never not known what's going on in my own life and now it's all just...messy." I said.
She nodded and got up to leave, I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. It was then that I realised no matter what I done I couldn't stop Jim. It doesn't matter who he's going to kill or when he's going to do it, i can't stop it. I don't believe in fate but this ws going to happen, it doesn't matter if I know when or how because I can't stop it.
I walked over to where Sherlock was standing, "What are you?" He muttered to himself, he had been staring through the microscope for at least 10 minutes now.
"Move out the way Sherlock." I said, gently shoving him away from the microscope.
I looked at the molecules on the petri dish, staring at it for a while before 4 clear letters spun around my head, PGPR.
"PGPR." I informed, not really knowing why this was important, I probably should have asked earlier.
"PGPR, what's that?" John asked.
"It's used in making chocolate, let's go." Sherlock replied, running out of the building.
We got in a taxi to Scotland Yard and John explained to me that two children were kidnapped and we had analysed a footprint the kidnapper had left. The kidnapper, most likely my brother, is re-making fairy tales, he had sent us an envelope full of bread crumbs earlier. Hansel and Gretel.
"This fax arrived an hour ago." Lestrade said, handing Sherloc some paper. I peeked over his shoulder to see a large had-written note on it:
HURRY UP
THEY'RE
DYING
"Need to find a place in the city where all five of these things intersect." Sherlock said, handing Lesrage some paper.
"Chalk, asphalt, brick dust, vegetation... Chocolate? What the hell?" Lestade read aloud.
Sherlock started babbling to himself, he was probably using his mind to search around London, I would do the same but my head still hurts, "Addlestone!" Sherlock shouted, I flinched slighty.
"What?" I asked, moving my frindge out of the way of my face.
"There's a mile of disused factories between the river and the park it matches everything." Sherlock replied, Smart Arse.
"Right, come on." Lestrade ordered.
I ran out of the building and jumped in a police car with Sally and Anderson. Great I chose the car with the two people that hate me most.
I lifted my skirt up and pulled the gun out of the elastic band around my thigh, "How did you get your hands on a gun?" Donovan asked.
"The government gave me it." I said bluntly, "I have lots."
"The government handed a phsycopath a gun?" Anderson snorted.
"I'm a high-functioning sociopath not a psycopath do your research Anderson and don't piss me off I have a gun in my hand and good reflexes." I smirked, climbing out of the car
We raced inside and everyone went their seprate ways looking for the two kids, I heard Sherlock shout about them still being here when I found a sweetie wrapper on the floor. I licked the corner of it and grimaced, Mercury.
"The papers are painted with Mercury, It's lethal, the more they ate...if they keep eating this stuff it's gonna kill them." I shouted, "The kidnapper isn't here."
"The hungrier they got, the more they ate ... the faster they died." Sherlock grinned, "Neat."
"Sherlock." John warned.
"Over here!" Donovan called, everyone ran over to her and the two kids with chocolate covered faces.
We headed back to Scotland yard, I paced round contemplating a bag of hula hoops when Sargent Donoven came back out, "Right, then. The professionals have finished. If the amateurs wanna go in and have their turn.." She said.
Lestrade narrowed his eyes at us, "Now, remember, she's in shock and she's just seven years old, so anything you can do to ..."
"Not be ourselves." I cut him off.
"Yeah. Might be helpful." Lestrade nodded.
John, Sherlock and I walked into the room. The small girl, Claudette was sitting down at a table looking down into her lap. A liaison officer sat beside her, stroking her arm reassuringly.
I jumped slightly when Claudette looked up and started screaming in fear.
"No- no-no I know it's been hard for y.." He didn't get any further than that because I was dragging him out of the room.
Lestrade and John were talking in the corner of the room so I stood with Sherlock on the other side.
"Exile." I said simply.
"What?" Sherlock frowned at me.
"According to the government I murdered two people, I was put on exile." I replied.
"You escaped exile and the government decided you were worthy to be an assassin." He finished my explanation for me, "Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because, my brother is content with the feeling of murdering one or both of us, if I die I want you to know the truth." I replied.
"We should go." John said,appearing beside me.
"Let's." I nodded.
We got back to 221B and I sat watching Jeremy Kyle with John while Sherlock was thinking.
"Only 8pm and we've solved a case." I sighed as the programme finished.
I went upstairs to my apartment and opened my wardrobe, pulling out a pair of loose shorts and a tank top. I started getting dressed but spun around when I heard my door creep open.
"Sherlock." I smiled, looking down to see I was only in shorts and a bra.
"Hello, um, I just came to see if you were okay." He said awkwardly.
"I'm fine," I said gently, putting on a tank top and walking over to him, "Well, kind of fine."
"Kind of fine." He said simply, "I know the feeling."
"Kind of." I smirked.
I was contemplating making a move, we were silent for a while but it wasn't awkward silence it was just quiet. I was staring Into his greeny blue eyes and he was staring into mine and I got a strange sense of déjà vu as I found myself leaning forwards.
Soft lips parted as my hands found is curly brown hair, pulse quickening as we stumbled backwards until my knees hit the bed and I was lying down with a beautiful man on top of me, butterflies flying around in the pit of my stomach and sparks shooting around the room.
I woke up a few hours later with an empty space beside me, giggling slightly when I saw my clothes on the other side of the room. It was 11pm now but I put on my black tulip skirt and spaghetti strap top anyway, I knew I wasn't going to fall asleep again that night.
I frowned when I heard shouting downstairs and grabbed my gun, sneaking down the steps to see Lestrade taking Sherlock outside in handcuffs and John beating the crap out of an officer.
I waited till everyone was outside and snuck out with my gun still held fur ply in my right hand. John and Sherlock were both in cuffs beside one police car out of about 5.
I walked up to the two of them and an officer made their way to me, head of department by the looks of it.
"Are we going to have to arrest you for firearm?" He asked from a few steps away.
"You can't, I have hostages." I shrugged.
"Oh yeah? Who?" Sally Donovan asked from beside him.
"These two." I replied, quickly Un-cocking the gun and pointing it at Sherlock's head. He was cuffed to John by the wrist so I dragged them away to the corner before turning around and sprinting away with them.
I stopped once we had crossed a few blocks, "Go." I said, handing them the Bobby pin from my hair. John used it to unlock the cuffs as Sherlock turned to me.
"Not without you." He said, shaking his head.
"Sherlock Holmes you turn around as run away from the police right now." I ordered.
John rolled his eyes and dragged him away and I waited for the police to come, it didn't take them long. I was put in the same car as Lestrade and Anderson, they handcuffed me and I sat quietly in the back seat.
When we got to Scotland Yard I was taken straight to an interrogation room.
"Where is he Bethany?" Lestrade asked, It was just Lestrade and I in the room.
"I don't know." I shrugged.
The conversation went the same for another five minutes or so until Anderson burst into the room. "We've had a sighting, let's go."
"We can't just leave her here!" Lestrade shouted.
"She's handcuffed, c'mon!" Anderson replied.
Lestrade hesitated but ran out after a few seconds. I smirked and thanked god for John Watson.
I had given them my last bobby pin so there was no hope of me getting out of the cuffs yet but fortunately, they had forgotten to lock the door.
I snuck past an officer or two and got out of the front door, for god sakes Scotland Yard at least give me a challenge.
I ran as fast as I could to Alex White's house. He was in my criminal network, he could at least get me out of the cuffs.
I knocked on the door and he opened it in seconds, "Ah, Bethany." He smirked, great he's high.
"Alex, I need you to get me out of these cuffs." I said, looking behind me for police. non.
"No can do, your brother payed off or threatened most of your network, adios." He shook his head, shutting the door in my face.
I growled in frustration and walked back out into the streets. No network, no phone, nothing.
I walked into an empty alley way and slid down the wall. If I couldn't get the cuffs off I could at least get them in front of my instead of behind my back. I slid down the wall and partly popped out my shoulders, if never get my arms over my head so they'd have to go under. I flipped the cuffs over my butt with ease so they were under my knees. I tucked my knees under my chin f and hissed slightly as I got the cuffs past my feet.
I took a few minutes to get my gun ready and peeked around the alley, maybe Sherlock's homeless network could help me out a little. Unfortunately, after my eyes scanned the streets for a while no one was there. Then a cab pulled up a few houses away, John got out off it and stood in the middle of the road on the phone. My eyes followed his to the top of St Bart's roof top.
No. Sherlock was standing on the side of the rooftop, phone in hand. I ran into the hospital, deciding that the lift was too slow and running up the stairs to the rooftop. I tried opening the door but it was locked shut. I took my heels off and took a few steps back, running full force into the door and kicking it open.
"Ah! You finally arrived." Jim cheered, I ignored him and looked over at Sherlock.
"Sherlock, whatever he's said, whatever he has threatened to do, don't jump, please." I practically begged as I slipped my heels on.
Sherlock looked at me with eyes full of tears, "Sherlock please," I swallowed a sob and blinked back the tears that pricked my eyes, "I love you."
"I know." He whispered before falling backwards, straight off the rooftop.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in and turned to Jim who already had his gun pointing to my head.
I raised my gun to the space between his eyes and breathed out slowly, "Last one to shoot is a sissy." I said.
"I told my assassins the same thing." Jim smirked.
"Let's see how good you are at your own game then." I challenged, keeping my hands steady.
3..2..1, boom.
AUTHORS NOTE: the end. Yup, that's actually it, your very long final chapter. now I really need you guys, would you like a chapter next with a brief explanation if what happened or would you like an entire sequel for season 3? I NEED YOU GUYS PLEASE REVIEW or I'll end up just leaving it also thank you so much for reading and supporting 3 xo