The sunset is shimmering over the roof of Saint Bart's although I think the shimmering might be a side-effect of my shock and fatigue rather than the actual sunset. My eyelids are flickering and I have a feeling I have dozed off for small periods of time without realising. Moran has been offering me sips of water even now and again and despite my desire to, I have found it hard to refuse him.
He's still stretched out in front of me and has been mostly silent, other than the offers of water.
During the silent time I've been contemplating who Moran has been referring to when referring to 'him'. I haven't come to a conclusion. My debate was between John and Sherlock. John because of our relationship and Sherlock because of, well, Sherlock. Every time I had convinced myself it was one of them, I'd suddenly discover a convincing argument for the other and the cycle would begin again. He could want Sherlock because of Moriarty. But he might still think Sherlock is dead, in which case he wants John. But why? Because he was Sherlock's friend? But how much did Moran and Moriarty communicate? Did Moran know that John was close to Sherlock? In which case, it would be Sherlock. If he knows he's still alive. But he could know Sherlock is still alive yet want John. A tooth for a tooth and all that jazz. So I'm no further along in deciphering my kidnap.
But I've begun to panic properly now; started to think that I am never going to get off here and Moran's act of keeping me alive is just that, an act. Maybe he's going to wait until John/Sherlock gets here and kill me in front of him as revenge for Moriarty.
I hear sirens and fight back a smile. I don't know if Moran knows that my phone was connected to the police. He lifts his head, tilting it, when he hears the sirens but doesn't look concerned so I decide he doesn't know. But I do have a flash of inspiration. He must know Sherlock is alive. He'll have seen who I was calling! So is he wanting John to give Sherlock a taste of his own medicine or Sherlock for revenge?
I can see the blue lights flashing on the walls of Saint Bart's and mentally cross my fingers, but for what, I'm not sure. Biting my lip in an attempt to hide my excitement I look up, watching the sky over Saint Bart's.
The purples and pinks of the sunset are merging with the natural blue of the sky over Saint Bart's. It's stunning but something is blocking it and whatever it is is growing larger. I squint slightly, hoping Moran doesn't notice, and can make out the outline of a person.
It reaches the edge of the roof and I can see the person in more detail; I can see elements of their appearance despite the fact they are little more than a silhouette.
Thunder rumbles up the steps behind Moran and he pounces to him feet, sprinting towards the door and pulling a gun from his pocket. John and an older man I don't know burst through the door, both armed with revolvers just as I realise who is stood on the roof of Saint Bart's.
Sherlock.
Hope you like it! My head is a bit of a mess at the moment so you might not get another chapter for a while and I am so sorry because it might be one of the last chapters! I would love and greatly appreciate reviews by the way.