A/N: Another short one, relatively speaking, but action-packed. The Sherlock Holmes series belongs to ACD. The programme Sherlock belongs to Gatiss and Moffat.
The Viewpoint of Dr. John Watson.
"HAH!" Sherlock yells at the top of his lungs and practically flies over to Moran after he's fired his gun. He tries using his scarf to strangle Moran, but Moran, being a more sturdy man and actually taller than Sherlock, backs him up into the opposite wall, knocking him off.
"Sherlock!" I call and run to face him, gun in hand. Moran sees me coming, though, and brings up his foot, kicking my gun out of my hand, and then punching me in the face. It knocks me back a bit, a little off kilter. As I'm recomposing myself and going to get my gun, I hear Sherlock yell at him.
"Don't you DARE hurt my friend!" he screams, and punches Moran across the face.
If Moran isn't enraged already, he is now.
The Viewpoint of DI Greg Lestrade.
"Don't you DARE hurt my friend!" I hear coming from the third floor window of the Camden complex across the street. I can't believe my ears. It sounds like Sherlock.
"Come on!" I call to the squad. I'm joined by Donovan, Anderson, and a few other officers. The six of us burst into the building, running to the third floor.
"I'm coming, Sherlock," I mutter to myself.
The Viewpoint of Crime Technician Anderson
"Don't you DARE hurt my friend!"
That couldn't be right. I could have sworn I heard Holmes. But that's impossible, right?
"Come on!"
Either way, Lestrade had us come down to Baker Street due to some tip he got on his phone. Now, we're running headlong into the Camden building, chasing after some phantom voice of Sherlock Holmes.
As if this case couldn't get any stranger.
The Viewpoint of Sgt. Sally Donovan
"Don't you DARE hurt my friend!"
I probably look as though I've seen a ghost. I certainly think I've heard one. Sounded just like Holmes.
But that couldn't have been him. He died about a year ago. John told us all about it when he returned from Switzerland. Fell from Knickerbocker Falls, or something like that.
"Come on!" Lestrade orders. We follow close behind, running across the street to the complex being renovated.
I look over at Anderson. He seems just as confused as I am.
The Viewpoint of Dr. John Watson.
Moran has started practically wrestling with Sherlock about the room. I've got my gun back, but I can't get a clear shot. Every chance I think I get, Moran moves so Sherlock would get hit, too. Moran tackles Sherlock to the floor, seizing him by the throat...
There he is, John. The man who killed your wife. Nearly killed your son, too. Also has been trying to kill your best friend for an entire year. You have your gun. You've got a clear shot. You have it armed and loaded. You have motive.
Why.
Don't.
You.
Shoot?