A/N: This chapter follows The Reichenbach Fall, so I should probably say that anything that doesn't look familiar belongs to me. Everything else belongs to the geniuses that are Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat.
Chapter Fourteen
Kayla's POV
When I got home, I went straight to my room. I really needed to find that file and the boys were busy. John was in the shower while Sherlock was most likely doing another experiment in the kitchen. Besides, I was exhausted. It wasn't late at all, but Sherlock had woken me up early because he needed help with an experiment. I knew the only reason he came to me was because if he woke John, the doctor might've pushed him out of an open window.
After all this time, living with Sherlock, the only thing I had a hard time compensating with was Sherlock's odd hours. Some days, he slept all day. Others, he was up at the crack of dawn. The best were the days where he slept like a normal human being. But, when he wasn't on a case, those days were far and few in between.
When I walked into my room, I had to pause and stare at the file that sat in the middle of my bed. Walking over, I picked it up and plucked the sticky note that was attached to the front. 'Thought you might like this back.' it read and I couldn't help but grin. I knew he'd give it back eventually, but I didn't expect it be returned so soon. Thumbing through the papers, I walked over to the fax machine that was set up in my room and began sending Samuel the files on Moriarty. Once I was done, I decided against a nap and went downstairs to check on the boys.
I immediately regretted my decision when I walked into the living room and there was a mannequin hanging from the ceiling in one of Sherlock's suits. "Why's there someone hanging from the ceiling?" I asked, not really all that surprised, but a little confused.
"Case." was the only answer I got from Sherlock in the kitchen. I then turned to John, hoping to get a better explanation.
"The Henry Fishgard case." John explained and I nodded.
"The one that committed suicide?" I asked, walking over and sitting down in Sherlock's chair.
"Not suicide." Sherlock called from the kitchen, not looking up from his microscope.
Sherlock's phone beeped again, for what seemed like the hundredth time since I'd come home, and the detective completely ignored it. The most irritated look came over the doctor's face and he gave me a look that said he was going to kill our flatmate. "I'll get it, shall I?" he asked, getting up form his chair and going into the kitchen. He picked up the phone and checked the messages while Sherlock refused to acknowledge him or his phone. A look of pure shock and horror slowly filled John's face and he turned to Sherlock, offering him his phone.
"Not now. I'm busy." Sherlock said, not looking up from the microscope.
"Sherlock..." John tried and I looked up from the paper I'd picked up.
"Not now." Sherlock insisted, still refusing to look up. John sighed and gave me a quick glance before turning back to Sherlock.
"He's back." he said and Sherlock lifted his head, taking the phone. I quickly got up and walked into the kitchen to stand behind Sherlock so I could read the text as well.
Come and play.
Tower Hill.
Jim Moriarty x
Sherlock's eyes widened and he sat back in his chair before looking over his shoulder at me. This wasn't good. Not good at all.
Without a word, I left the kitchen and headed downstairs. As quickly as I could, I pulled my phone out and dialed the number I knew by heart. On the second ring, Samuel answered. "Kayla, what's wrong?" he asked, seeming to know something was wrong, as I stepped outside.
"Code 3. Black. I'm gonna need back up as soon as possible." I said, keeping my composure as best as possible with the situation given. There was a moment of silence before Samuel answered me.
"Alright. I'll send someone. They'll be there later this afternoon. I'll have them give you a call when they get there." he told me and I could tell the gears in his mind were working at fully capacity.
"Thank you." I breathed and gave a slight smile. "He might be in captivity, but that doesn't mean he's got nothing planned. We'll need to have him under complete surveillance."
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An hour later, we arrived at the tower. Sherlock impatiently got out of the passenger seat and left John and I at the car. With a glance to each other, we followed after him to meet up with Lestrade. After greeting us, he lead us inside and to the security cameras.
"I don't get it. How did he break some of London's toughest glass with just chewing gum? I mean, that glass is tougher than anything." I said once the video was over.
"Not tougher than crystalized carbon. He used a diamond." Sherlock explained while Greg adjusted the footage that shifts to a recording taken from the other side of the glass and then goes in reverse to show the glass rising back up into place before it shattered.
As Jim pulled the fire extinguisher back again and the glass became whole, the message that he wrote onto it became clear. He deliberately wrote the words backwards on the glass so that they would be seen from the camera on the other side of the case. With the smiley face inside the 'O', the message read: GET SHERLOCK.
John and I both turned to look at Sherlock, but his eyes were fixed on the screen.
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When we got back to the flat, my phone rung. Excusing myself from the other two, I stayed outside to take the phone call. "Hello?" I asked, not recognizing the number.
"You know, when Samuel said he was giving me a 'special' mission, I didn't think he was sending me to London to work with you." came the all too familiar voice on the other end. I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"When I asked Sam for backup, I didn't mean someone competent like you." I insulted and Nick laughed.
"I love you too. Anyway, I need to take care of a few things before I come see you. Talk to you later." he said before hanging up on me.
"I really hate siblings." I grumbled and shoved my phone back into my pocket with a huff.
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Two Days Later
"Come here." I said and motioned for John to walk over to me. Once he did, I reached up and fixed his tie.
"Thank you." he said and fiddled with the tie again after I was finished before grabbing his suit jacket off the back of his chair. I waited for Sherlock to finish buttoning up his own jacket before we headed downstairs.
"Ready?" I asked before we stepped outside, pulling my keys out of the suit jacket I was wearing. I probably shouldn't have gone with the dress suit, but my pant suit got too uncomfortable after a while. And if this trial was going to take as long as I thought it would, comfort came first.
"Yes." Both answered and we opened the doors only to find press and police waiting for us. The police held people back as we made our way to my car. Once we got inside and headed off, we were given a police escort. Just as we were going around Trafalgar Square, I looked to Sherlock in the passenger seat.
"Remember-" I started, but Sherlock cut me off.
"Yes." he said instantly and I rolled my eyes.
"Remember-" I tried again insistently, but Sherlock stopped me again.
"Yes." he said even more quickly and I had tighten my grip on the steering wheel.
I glared at John in the rearview mirror when I heard him chuckle. Deciding to try again, I glanced at the detective once more.
"Remember what I, and they, told you: don't try to be clever-" I said and Sherlock sighed.
"No." he said simply.
"-and please, just keep it simple and brief." I raised my voice and Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"God forbid the star witness at the trial should come across as intelligent." he said and John chuckled from the back seat.
"'Intelligent', fine; let's give 'smart-arse' a wide berth." he said and I couldn't help but chuckle.
There was a slight pause and then Sherlock spoke up again. "I'll just be myself." he said and both John and I groaned.
"Are you listening to us?" I asked, looking to him and he only smirked. With a groan, I shook my head and refocused on the road.
A/N: I really didn't expect to be getting these chapters out so quick. I hope you're enjoying them as much as I'm enjoying writing them. Though I'll have you know that coming up with original script is tedious and difficult at the same time. Anyway, enough complaints. Also, I don't know when I'll update again due to going over to a friends house to watch the 3rd episode tomorrow. And I'm not sure it I'll get much written Monday and Tuesday because I've got finals. But I'll do my best to update. Please don't forget to leave a review.