Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters. They belong to BBC/ whoever else owns it. also do not own the idea I got from the show Merlin. I only own Krista, the cases (I make them up, if there's something like it out there I'm not copying I swear.) and other OCs.
The Yoshinator: *Shrugs* I didn't write that part.
One review (Thanx btw) =( did I do something wrong? Or was last chapter too short, sorry. This is short too T^T I don't want it to end.
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Sherlock walked rapidly into the living room, pulling his scarf and then his coat off as he went across to the laptop on the table.
"Four assassins living right on our doorstep. They didn't come here to kill me; they have to keep me alive." He sat down at the table while John went over to the window near him and looked out while I closed the living room door. "I've got something that all of them want, but if one of them approaches me-"
"-the others kill them before they can get it." Sherlock grunted in agreement and typed rapidly on the laptop, navigating away from the website for St Aldate's School and calling up a list of local Wi-Fi networks. There were five of them and he checked their signal strength and the names of the networks.
"Okay how did we not notice the five foreign wifi names?" I asked raising an eyebrow, looking over Sherlock's shoulder.
"All of the attention is focused on me. There's a surveillance web closing in on us right now."
"So what have you got that's so important?" John asked. Sherlock gazed into the distance and thought for a moment, then ran his finger along the table beside the computer before lifting it and looking at his fingertip.
"We need to ask about the dusting." He said getting up and running downstairs. John looked at me confused. I shrugged.
Shortly afterwards, Mrs. Hudson had been dragged upstairs in her nightdress and dressing gown. Sherlock was hurrying around the room checking for dust on all the furniture.
"Precise details: in the last week, what's been cleaned?"
"Well, Tuesday I did your lino ..."
"No, in here, this room. This is where we'll find it – any break in the dust line. You can put back anything but dust." He lifted his hand from the latest piece of furniture that he had been running his finger along, and twirled his finger dramatically in the air. "Dust is eloquent." Mrs. Hudson looked over her shoulder at John and me.
"What's he on about?" She asked quietly. John shook his head and mumbled and I shrugged. By now Sherlock was climbing on the furniture to look more closely at the top shelves of the bookcase to the left of the fireplace.
"Cameras. We're being watched."
"What? Cameras?" Mrs. Hudson cringed. "Here? I'm in my nightie!" The doorbell had just rung and she hurried out of the room, John following her. Sherlock had climbed down and now checked in the eye sockets of the skull on the mantelpiece before climbing onto small tables on the other side of the fireplace to look at the bookshelves there.
"You look like a monkey climbing on everything." I said watching in amusement. Checking the books on the top shelf, he seemed to realize that the one on the far right has more movement around it than it ought and he pushed it deeper into the shelf, revealing a camera stuck on the side of the bookshelf. As he reached up to remove it, Lestrade came into the room followed by John.
"No, Inspector." Sherlock said without turning around, still concentrating on removing the camera.
"What?"
"The answer's no." He said stepping down with the camera in his fingers.
"But you haven't heard the question!"
"You want to take me to the station. Just saving you the trouble of asking." He walked closer. Lestrade pulled in a breath.
"Sherlock ..."
"The scream?" He interrupted.
"Yeah."
"Who was it? Donovan? I bet it was Donovan. Am I somehow responsible for the kidnapping? Ah, Moriarty is smart. He planted that doubt in her head; that little nagging sensation. You're gonna have to be strong to resist. You can't kill an idea, can you? Not once it's made a home ..." he reached forward and briefly placed his index fingertip on Greg's forehead between his eyes "... there.
"Will you come?"
"One photograph – that's his next move." He said turning away, sitting down at the laptop and beginning to type. "Moriarty's game: first the scream, then a photograph of me being taken in for questioning. He wants to destroy me inch by inch." Picking up the camera again, he looked at it for a moment, then raised his eyes to Greg's. "It is a game, Lestrade, and not one I'm willing to play. Give my regards to Sergeant Donovan." He said looking away again. Sighing and exchanging a brief look with John, Greg turned and headed off down the stairs. John watched him go, then turned back towards Sherlock who had linked the camera into the computer so that he could pull up the footage on the computer screen. John went over to the right-hand window and looked out, Sherlock briefly looked at John. "They'll be deciding."
"Deciding?" John asked.
"Whether to come back with a warrant and arrest me."
"You think?"
"Standard procedure."
"Should have gone with him. People'll think ..."
"I don't care what people think."
"You'd care if they thought you were stupid, or wrong."
"No, that would just make them stupid or wrong." Angrily, John turned towards him.
"Sherlock, I don't want the world believing you're ..." He broke off as Sherlock lifted his head to look at him. They locked eyes for a long moment.
"That I am what?"
"A fraud." Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat back in the seat.
"John we both know that Sherlock is not a fraud." I said shaking my head.
"But you're worried they're right." He said to John.
"What?"
"You're worried they're right about me."
"No."
"That's why you're so upset. You can't even entertain the possibility that they might be right. You're afraid that you've been taken in as well."
"No I'm not." He said turning away and look out of the window leaned forward.
"Moriarty is playing with your mind too." Furious, he slammed his hand onto the table. "Can't you see what's going on?" John looked at him for a few seconds, then looked out of the window again.
"No, I know you're for real."
"A hundred percent?"
"Well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick all the time." He said quietly, turning back towards him. Sherlock locked eyes with him again, then his mouth twitched with the trace of a smile. John looked away once more. Sherlock looked to me.
"What about you; you of all people-" I cut him off.
"Just because I fancy him doesn't mean I'll believe what he wants me to. I believe in you 110% Sherlock. Nothing can change that."
"So you're admitting you fancy him." John said turning back to look at me. I gave John a 'Really, you wanna talk about this now?' look.
"Well there's no point in denying it." I said raising my hands slightly before crossing my arms.
"Don't worry John she fancies us too." I felt my face heat up and I looked at Sherlock who was slightly smirking at my expression.
"Sherlock."
"Like you said; no point in trying to deny it." Suddenly John's phone went off and he left the room to answer it.
"How long have you known?" I asked.
"Known what?" Sherlock said glancing over to me before turning off the laptop and moving to his chair.
"That I.. Fancy you."
"Since Moriarty was set free and came by."
"It's been two months.. why haven't you-" He cut me off.
"-done anything?" I looked away. "I'm not exactly the right man for a.. relationship."
"Right, Sociopath. But what about all the times you kissed me?" I asked walking over to him slowly.
"Simply.. an experiment." I leaned down next to him.
"That's a lie." He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "You liked kissing me. Otherwise you wouldn't have after that first case. I see how you get when I call John 'Johnny' and flirt or when Jim was around. You're jealous." I said by his ear. He suddenly turned his head to face me and grabbed my chin pulling my face to his, pressing his lips to mine. He slid a hand into my hair before pulling away. "Told you so." I whispered before standing up as John walked back into the room. I sat on the arm of Sherlock's chair. Purposefully crossing my legs towards the inside of the chair, with my ankle touching his leg. He glanced at my ankle then at me before looking to John.
"So, still got some friends on the Force." John said. "It's Lestrade. Says they're all coming over here right now, queuing up to slap on the handcuffs: every single officer you ever made feel like a tit, which is a lot of people." Mrs. Hudson knocked on the closed living room door with her customary 'Ooh-ooh!' and then came in. She apparently felt the tension in the room.
"Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?" Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked away. She turned her attention to John. "Some chap delivered a parcel. I forgot. Marked 'Perishable' – I had to sign for it." John took the Jiffy bag from her and immediately realized that there was a wax seal over the flap. Sherlock looked across and also saw the seal. "Funny name. German, like the fairytales." Sherlock rose to his feet and walked forward, his gaze intense and locked on the Jiffy bag as John opened it and pulls out the contents. Outside, the sirens of several different vehicles were approaching. In John's hand was a large gingerbread man but it was an unusual color. He tilted it so that Sherlock can see it better.
"Burnt to a crisp." The sirens stopped as the vehicles pulled up outside, and doors start to slam as people get out of the cars.
"What does it mean?" John asked referring to the burnt gingerbread man.
"Didn't Jim say he was going to burn you? Is he implying you're a delicious cookie?" Sherlock gave me a strange look and I smirked making him roll his eyes. The doorbell rang and at the same time someone pounded on the front door knocker.
"Police!"
"No duh." I said rolling my eyes.
"I'll go." Mrs. Hudson said. She turned and hurried down the stairs as someone continued to knock on the door. Voices could be heard as she opened the door.
"Sherlock," I heard Sally.
"Evening, Mrs. Hudson." Lestrade said.
"We need to talk to you!" Sally called up the stairs. John put the gingerbread man back into the envelope and put it on the table before heading out of the flat. Downstairs, Mrs. Hudson sounded angry.
"Don't barge in like that!" She said. Feet could be heard trotting up the stairs. Calmly Sherlock turned around and picked up his scarf and looped it around his neck. John was apparently blocking the stairs halfway up.
"Have you got a warrant? Have you?" John asked.
"Leave it, John." Lestrade said.
"Really! Manners!" Mrs. Hudson said. I frowned as Sherlock put his coat on. He looked to me and gave me a reassuring smile.
Shortly afterwards Greg stood in front of Sherlock and read him his rights while one of two armed officers attached handcuffs to his left wrist.
"Sherlock Holmes, I'm arresting you on suspicion of abduction and kidnapping." John gestured towards Sherlock while looking at Greg as the officer pulled Sherlock's left hand behind his back in order to cuff his other wrist.
"He's not resisting." John said.
"It's all right, John." Sherlock said.
"He's not resisting. No, it's not all right. This is ridiculous."
"Get him downstairs now." Lestrade said to the officer who had just handcuffed Sherlock. The officer spun Sherlock around and marched him out of the door. Mrs. Hudson stood nearby almost in tears. I rubbed her back gently.
"You know you don't have to do-" John started to say to Lestrade.
"Don't try to interfere, or I shall arrest you too." He said getting into his face and pointing at him sternly. He turned to me. "That goes for you too." I rolled my eyes and looked away. He turned and left the room. John turned to Sally who was standing near the door.
"You done?" John asked her.
"Oh, I said it." Sally said looking smug and oh-so-very punchable as she walked into the room.
"Mmm-hmm?"
"First time we met."
"Don't bother." John said.
"'Solving crimes won't be enough. One day he'll cross the line.' Now, ask yourself: what sort of man would kidnap those kids just so he can impress us all by finding them?" Mrs. Hudson gasped. Just then the Chief Superintendent walked in.
"Donovan." He said.
"Sir."
"Got our man?" He asked.
"Er, yes, sir."
"Looked a bit of a weirdo, if you ask me." John turned towards him and I turned to glare. "Often are, these vigilante types." He had been looking around the living room as he spoke but he turned and saw John staring at him.
"What are you looking at?" Sally's eyes widened and she instantly lowered her head as if she knew what was coming and couldn't bear to look. I on the other hand, couldn't bear to not help.
Nooo only three chapters left! D= (Might try to separate the 3 into 4 but probably won't be able to.)
I really wanted to get this it's short but hey there was a kiss! ^^"
Hey about the whole Chatzy thing, I totally forgot, I was out with my mom all of yesterday and somehow didn't wake up till 3pm. Sorry. I know one person entered the chat though, a "Cj" sorry I wasn't there but as I kinda figured not a lot of people really got on. The chat will stay open for idk how long, I don't know how to close them so it will probably stay on for good XD oh well. I'm on right now, and I'm goin to try to keep it open in a tab from now on just in case anyone wants to chat I guess.
Next one out: Within the week.
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