It's N!
An ENOURMOUS Thank you to ME a guest, you are just so amazing! In fact today's word is from ME a guest (by the way, I completely agree with your argument against Sherlock! Our brains are not that dull!) , and so is the idea of a certain bad guy to make an appearance! Hence= A connected one-shot! HUZZAH! This is for YOU ME a guest! Hope ya like!
I like this word...a lot! And I hope you like the idea of this story!
If I owned Sherlock, I would be having Lunch with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman...but I am not having lunch with them...so I do not own Sherlock...Bleh.
I'm done, enjoy!
The Sherlock Alphabet: N is for Nefarious
(Nefarious: wicked or criminal)
Nefarious = 9 Letters = 900 words
"I don't think I've ever seen Angelo so happy before…" John commented as he and Sherlock strolled through the recently dampened streets towards home.
"Angelo has never been married before, John." The tall detective smirked, looking up at the scattered stars against the black of the night. "The pair certainly appear to match each other well." He added, recalling the high intelligence level and bubbly personality of Angelo's brunette fiancé', Stephanie, he had introduced them to that evening.
"Well if they pass your approval then I'm sure they'll be very happy together." John chuckled as they took a shortcut alleyway.
Sherlock just smiled and continued to take in the sky above them. Something about the countless stars and the vastness of space had always left him in peace. He felt it was the one thing he really didn't need to completely understand, but just enjoy. He pondered if John felt the same way... Perhaps something other than space created this feeling for him? Either way, Sherlock quickly became interested. "John?" he asked as they finally stepped up to 221B.
"Yes?" John answered, unlocking the door.
"Have you ever felt-"the detective was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass from inside. John shot him a confused glance before dashing inside.
"Mrs. Hudson?" John called as he ascended the stairs warily, "Is she home?" he asked Sherlock behind him. There were no further noises.
"I do believe she left at approximately seven twenty six this evening for shopping purposes, and considering it is only eight forty five, also taking into account her indecisiveness when it comes to shopping, she should not be here yet." He quickly deduced, following John to the door.
"Something must have fallen over…" John said suspiciously, placing a hand on the doorknob.
"Wait-" Sherlock hushed in warning , stretching his arm over John and putting a finger to his lips in a silence signal. John felt his pulse increase when the faint sounds of footsteps came from behind the door. Sherlock closed his eyes and concentrated on the noises from inside. "Two people…they're armed with…" he trailed off, his eyes flashing open once more.
"What?" John whispered, knowing no matter how hard he tried he couldn't hear everything Sherlock did.
"John,-move!" In a split-second, Sherlock forcefully pulled John over to the left and slammed them both against the wall. As if on cue, an ear shattering blast came from within the flat, sending the now slightly-charred and splintering door hurtling down the staircase. Thick smoke instantly filled the room, and both detectives crouched to the floor to breathe.
"They're…gone…" Sherlock coughed, bringing his scarf to his face. "Out the…window…" John nodded as he slipped his handgun back into his coat. Sherlock took John's arm and guided them through the thick smolder and into the flat, which John was surprised to see wasn't completely engulfed in flames as he had expected. In fact, if you ignored the smoke and knocked over side table, the flat otherwise looked as though it hadn't been touched since the two had left.
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"Well…" John wheezed, opening the last available window in the flat as the smoke finally cleared out. "There was no real fire…"
"No…" Sherlock agreed, studying the rectangular capsule responsible for the explosion and smoke. "It was made to look as though there was one, though…"
"You would think if you were going to do something like this you would go for the whole thing and not leave the fire part out…" John mumbled, walking over to the cluttered kitchen table. He watched as Sherlock's face lit up with a face he recognized was his look of realization.
"That's just it…this was made to give the impression of a fire. It's to catch our attention." He concluded, standing and beginning to pace the flat. "But why?"
"Well obviously they did get our attention…so…now what do they want with it?" John asked.
"What do they want with it…" Sherlock echoed, clasping his hands behind his back and rapidly pacing the living space in thought.
John puffed his cheeks and took another look around the flat, his gaze falling onto the knocked over side table. The sound of breaking glass must have come from one of Sherlock's test tubes that was now shattered into pieces on the floor. How it got to this side table in the living room in the first place, John wasn't sure. It didn't even seem to have held any sort of liquids... "Sherlock, did you move this here?"
"There must be something they want us to see…" Sherlock continued mumbling to himself, completely unaware John was talking to him. "Something…"
"Right then." John sighed, kneeling down and inspecting the shards of glass spread about the floor. "The Hell-Sherlock!"
"Hmm?" the detective replied, taking notice of John this time. "What's wrong?"
"If you put the pieces together correctly, the broken test tube has MORIARTY inscribed inside it…" John rubbed his palms against the sides of his head as Sherlock knelt down and studied the pieces as well.
"Indeed they do…"
"He's dead…the bastard's dead, how could he-"
"OH, isn't this just delicious!" an all too familiar voice shouted excitedly. The detectives turned to the doorway to find their horrors true: Jim Moriarty, standing just inside the room. "Just…" he popped his lips dramatically, "perfect!" His dark chuckle sent both detectives into panic mode.
"I'd even dare say it's nefarious!"
Yikes! It is JIM MORIARTY! GASP! But he is dead, yes?!
NO!
And things are gonna get messy!
O words...lots of options, but I need some help!
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