Sydney: Hi, new chapter up today. I don't know why I'm posting now, I should be cooking now.
Roxas: Yeah, but she wanted to finish it now. So she can finally have a chapter 14 story.
Sydney: Yeah, and I ran away from Sherlock. He can be very mean. I said as I said.
Roxas: Either way, Sydney does not own Kingdom Hearts or Sherlock. She probably owns herself maybe.
Chapter 14: If he really wanted them, he would have them.
"So let me get this straight before anything else happens. You two are not from this world and that white thing that just appeared is called a nobody and there is a possibility that there will be more like that coming after us." John said as he sipped some tea. Sherlock was in the fetal position in a corner somewhere, mumbling about how this wasn't possible.
"As well, there will be these dark coloured creatures that would be after you as well trying to kill you as well. Those are called the Heartless. Might want to stay away from those as well." I said as looked over at Roxas who was sitting next to me on the couch that was conventily place against the wall in the room.
"That's just great. Isn't it Sherlock?" John asked Sherlock who just looked up at him with this disgusted look on his face. On the inside, I was laughing up a storm that could probably destroy things if it was let out.
"Well, the only reason why they would be after you is because you both have very strong hearts. Organization XIII will want the nobodies that you two will create if you were ever caught." Roxas said as he looked at the tea that was on the table. I don't think he was much of a tea drinker.
"Either way, you two are protected now that Roxas and I were here." I said looking over at Sherlock.
"If you think we are helpless, that is the wrong assumption. We are very capable of saving ourselves." Sherlock said as he got up and walked over to us.
"Oh, I believe that you are very capable of taking care of yourselves but the thing is, you would be fighting enemies that you don't know how to defeat. That one nobody from earlier would have gotten you if it wasn't for us." I said as I stood up from the chair I was sitting in. I looked him straight in the eye when I talked. "It's not like you can analyze them and find all their weak points within seconds. This is not one of your crime scenes."
"You've been injured before coming here. Your arm is wrapped around your stomach in a protective way. You look around as if you are expecting someone to show up and take you away. From the way you look at him, you are in love with him." Sherlock said as he pointed towards Roxas for the last part. I looked over at Roxas and Watson before walking out of the room. I didn't even know that for myself yet! I don't understand how people deal with him.
"Sydney! Wait!" I heard Roxas yell once I got to the end of Baker's Street. I knew that he would want an explanation but I didn't have one. Not quite yet. I kept on walking, ducking into alleys to avoid Roxas. Once I was sure, I lost him, I continued walking on the main streets, getting further and further away from Baker`s Street. When my feet started hurting, I decided to sit down on a bench somewhere. I sighed as I looked around. I was at the tower of London right across from the crown jewels door. As I watched people walk around, I noticed one man wearing a tan jacket overtop of a white shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers and a navy blue baseball cap that had the word London on the front in red. He was holding a phone out looking around through it. He was probably looking at all the guards. Once he started walking, I started to follow him, staying a several feet away from him. He headed towards the security entrance so I followed slowly. He got stopped at the metal detector because of his phone but quickly went through. Once the line started moving again, I could see him walking start towards the royal crown, spector and throne. As I watched him stand in front of them, he put in some ear buds and pressed a button on his phone. He lifted his arms up and spread them out before pressing another button on his phone. Alarms started to go off and people started running out of the room. I quickly hid in a dark corner of the room as a security guard put a hand on his shoulder. The guy quickly turned around and spreaded something in his face making the guard fall to the ground. He took his cap off and then pressed another button on his phone. Nothing happened here at the moment but I knew something happened somewhere. The man started to write something on the glass case and once he was done, pressed another button on his phone. Nothing happened here and then he took out a small diamond and spit out the gum he was chewing. He pressed the diamond into the gum against the case and then took his coat off before crossing the room and picking up the fire extinguisher and slowly started dancing towards the case with it. He pushed the fire extinguisher against the glass with such force that the glass broke. He got the robe on and the crown and sat on the throne holding onto the spector. The police came in and he opened his eyes and said no rush. The police took him away and I finally came out of my hiding spot. I walked out of the room only to have to police on me asking me all kinds of different questions.
"Sydney!" I heard Roxas scream once he saw me sitting on the front steps, with a blanket wrapped around me. I looked up at him as him, Sherlock and Watson came running towards me. "Don't scare me like that again." Roxas said as he wrapped his arms around me. I smiled as i wrapped my arms around him.
"I'll try not to do that again." I whispered in his ear as we hugged. Sherlock and Watson walked into the tower.
"Well, don't they look pretty?" Roxas said as we sat on the couch and watched Sherlock and Watson got all dressed up. Once they were ready, the four of us headed downstairs. Just before opening the door, Watson asked if we were all ready. We all just nodded our heads before he opened the door to a bunch of paparazzi. We pushed our way through the crowd towards the police car that was waiting for us. We sat in the police car in silence, watching the scenery go past. Watson started telling Sherlock how to act while we were in the car. When we arrived, we walked inside past all the press and extra. Sherlock headed towards the washroom as the rest of us waited outside. Once he was back, we headed towards the courtroom. I don't remember most of the trial. I remember Sherlock standing up and giving his testimony and then him getting arrested. I know that Roxas and Watson was listening but I didn't really care.
"What did I say? I said don't get clever." Watson said as we were standing at the police office, bailing Sherlock out of jail. Knowing that this is not Sherlock's first or last time in jail, I found this quite amusing.
"I can't just turn it on and off like a tap." Sherlock said as he finished signing papers. "Well?" He asked, turning to face the two of us.
"Well, what?" Roxas asked for Watson.
"You were there for the whole thing. How was the gathering from start to finish?" Sherlock said as we started walking down the hall towards the front doors.
"Happened like you said it would. Sat on his backside, never ever stirred. Not mounting any defense." I told him as we walked out.
"The bank of England, Tower of London, and Pentavalent. Three of the most secure places in the country and six weeks ago, Moriarty breaks in. No one knows how or why." Watson said as we walked into their flat. Roxas and I were currently sleeping in their living room. Roxas was on the floor while I got the couch.
"All we know is…" Roxas started before Sherlock cut him off.
"He ended up in custody." Sherlock said as he had his hand pressed against each other.
"Don't do that." Watson said as Sherlock gave him this look.
"Do what?" Sherlock asked and I sighed.
"He's talking about the look." I said as Sherlock looked over at me.
"What look? I can't see what I have on my face." Sherlock said before the three of us pointed towards the mirror hanging on the wall. After looking Sherlock started to argue with Watson who told him about his look.
"If Moriarty really wanted the jewels, he would have them. If he wanted those prisoners free, they would be out on the streets." Sherlock stated as he started pacing around the room.
"The only reason he is still out of the streets is because he chose to be there. Somehow this is part of his scheme." I finished his deduction as I started out the window, into the darkness.