Third Person POV
6:00 PM
Baker Street, London
John walked across the living room floor, holding two cups of freshly made tea. Placing one on the table he got a nod of thanks from Sherlock, too deep in thought to speak. Since their meet with Moriarty and Elizabeth they waited for something. Something big to prove how good the couple was, but for the month their was nothing. Sherlock was board out of his mind, wondering if he could speed anything along to get the game started. John waited patiently, knowing that they would do something eventually. As fun as it sounded John had other things on his mind, like Mary and the baby.
Sherlock finally went after the cup. The steam long gone and the tea cold, but he drank it anyway. He made a face, not liking the cold tea at all. Just as he opened his mouth to say something about it Greg Lestrade walked through the doorway.
"You're not going to believe what we got." Greg panted, telling Sherlock that he ran here. The game. It must have started.
Sherlock stood up, placing his tea cup on the table with a smile on his face. "What did they do? Did they kidnap someone? No if it was that you would be worried, you're not worried. You're relieved." Sherlock went on, earning more and more clues as he went.
"Greg what happened?" John sighed, too tired to hear Sherlock's deduction rants. Mary had the night off last night and he was on baby duty till three in the mourning.
"Well obviously the two of you haven't been outside since this mourning." Greg started.
"No we haven't. Why?" John asked.
Greg put a hand in this pocket, searching through it till he grabbed something and pulled it out. Handing the piece of paper to John which was quickly taken by Sherlock. His eyes rushed over the paper and then looked confused with a slight trace of disappointment.
"What? Sherlock what is it?" John muttered, trying to get a look at the paper.
"Their getting married." Sherlock threw the paper over his shoulder, not needing it any more. John went for it, missing it and then picking it up when it fell on the floor.
After reading it John looked up at Sherlock in worry, "What does it mean?"
"Well we thought they were going to do something. But then get this, we found Elizabeth Brooks on the stairs of Scotland Yard. In a wedding dress, all dressed up as if it was Friday." Greg beamed, proud of arresting her.
"She gave her self up before the wedding. This makes no sense." John said.
"I know," a smile started to form on Sherlock's face, "Gary I want to interrogate her."
"For the last time Sherlock its Greg!" Greg snapped. John shot Sherlock a look to say sorry so he did. Soon the three boys were headed to Scotland Yard.
"We were going to send her to the Penitentiary but then we remembered how Moriarty broke in. Then we thought give her to your brother, but he got her out of there. So Scotland Yard will have to do for now," Greg informed them as they walked the halls, "I warn you see's just like him."
He opened the door to the watch room. A giant one way mirror was set into one of the brick walls. There in the investigation room was Elizabeth. Her hair was wavy and set by hairspray, a few strands were out of place indicating her time being in the cell. Her dress was mostly white, the bottom had a line of mud showing that it was just a tad long for her. Her make up was smudged. Her red lipstick overflowed off her lips and her eye makeup swirled together to create some dark black colour. If her eyes were closed you would have thought she had black wholes for eyes. But they stayed open, open and starring towards the one way mirror.
"A bit eerie isn't she." Greg whispered as though she could here them through the wall. John stood there, not sure what to say. But Sherlock had a slight smirk on his face, she was something knew for him and she excited him so.
Sherlock walked into the integration room softly, watching as Elizabeth's eyes switched from the mirror to him, almost getting lighter. She wanted him there, he just didn't know why. "Sherlock darling how are you?" She spoke as he sat down.
"Why did you hand yourself in?" Sherlock asked.
Elizabeth smiled, "Aww straight to the point huh? What would you like me to say? That I saw Jim's true colours and I realized all the wrong I did. I wanted to make things right an-and give my self to the law." She fake cried. Acting like a damsel in distress. "Or do you want me to admit that I was behind it all? That Jim was an actor all this time and it was I behind all the crimes?" She smiled villainously at him.
"No. You wouldn't leave Jim, he's brought you into this world. And saying so he's no actor." Sherlock said. Elizabeth nodded, enjoying her game. Sherlock play it well. "So he either dropped you off then." Sherlock added, making Elizabeth glare at him.
Sherlock smiled, "Oh he did drop you off. He had enough of his pet and sent it back to the pound. He had all his fun, you were just a game to him, just like everything else."
"I WAS NOT!"
"You were too. Look at you whining like a child. You're a brilliant woman Elizabeth but you let love corrupt you, make you blind. HE TOOK A SMART WOMAN AND MADE HER BEND TO HIS EVERY NEED." Sherlock's words were ice cold, his smile victorious.
Elizabeth sat back into her chair, crossing her arms and pouting. "Ya well maybe he did drop me off." She looked down to her shoes, her hair falling with gravity as she did so. Sherlock wasn't paying attention to the proud beaming look on his face, he was winning, thats all he cared about at that moment. But the moment soon passed as Elizabeth looked up, her expression was changed completely. Her worn off makeup made her smile twisted, insanity was a word that crossed John and Greg's mind as they stood watching behind the mirror. "But he said he was coming right back." She finished.
John turned his head to Greg, Greg doing the same, "Whats behind that wall opposite to us?" John asked in a rush.
Greg left a beat in between John's question and his own response, thinking about what actually was behind the wall. "Nothing, the other side is probably a back alleyway." Greg answered.
"YOU MADE A WALL OF AN INVESTIGATION ROOM A BACK ALLEY?" John yelled, his eyes quickly looking back at Sherlock and Elizabeth.
Greg crossed his arms in defence, "Well I wasn't the one that designed the floor plans! Why is it so important anyway?" He asked the question in a more softer tone.
John wasn't paying attention, his time with Sherlock gave him the knowledge that helped him figure out what was to happen before it happened. The soldier opened the door to the investigation room, making the door slam on the other wall. As he ran into the room there was an explosion. Greg ducked as a chunk of brick flew to the oneway mirror.
As dust cleared the Detective Inspector slowly stood up, facing the broken mirror. The table was flipped, the chairs were shoved to the side, all covered in dust and rubble. There was a giant hole in the wall opposite to him and Elizabeth, Sherlock, and John were all gone.
I've been stuck on these last few chapters for awhile now. As you guys know this is my first fanfic and I've always had a hard time finishing stories. BUT DONT WORRY. I am finishing this one I promise. It may take awhile (with school starting again and now I got a job) but I will make time for this. It's amazing who many of you enjoy this and I'm thankful for you guys :)
Please review and tell me what you think of this new side of Elizabeth
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