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.
Really wanted to get this out! ^_^
Cherik221B: Aw thanks, this has been my favorite story to write. I never thought when I started this that anyone would like it 1 because my cases aren't all that well done and 2 because I thought I would mess up Krista and have her dubbed a Mary-Sue or something I'm really glad I did so well with this story and that people like to read it. I will be doing a sequel at some point too so the 'adventure' won't end with the 40th chapter and I might make an epilogue if I think of the right things.
Maniacal Daydreamer: Don't worry about it. I've got a real surprise for everyone.
Anon(Guest): Yeppers
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Chococatx33: This story will end after chapter 40 (or 41 if I do an epilogue) and I will start a new story with a new title. It will have season three things once it comes out. But it will start before season 3 with maybe a crossover from another show (not British though) I can't go into much detail but I will explain in the last chapter.
Outside, Sherlock had been leaned against the side of a police car, facing it. John and I were suddenly, simultaneously, slammed up against the car next to him and to his left. Sherlock looked across to us with an amused expression on his face.
"Joining me?"
"Yeah. Apparently it's against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent."
"That and kicking him in the crotch." I said. Behind us, a couple of armed officers unlocked the cuff on Sherlock's right hand and transferred it to John's right wrist, chaining the boys together. After, the officer put a handcuff to my right wrist and to John's left hand. Sherlock looked over his shoulder, watching what the officers were doing and where they were standing.
"Hmm. Bit awkward, this." He said to us.
"Huh. No-one to bail us."
"I was thinking more about our imminent and daring escape." He said looking down at the radio lying on the dashboard of the car they're leaning against.
"Oh boy." I muttered. The radio squealed as the dispatcher spoke.
"All units to two-seven." John looked round at Sherlock's previous statement.
"What?" John asked.
"All units to two ..." Rapidly, Sherlock reached through the open window of the car with his free hand and pressed down on the Talk button. Instantly the officer behind us doubled over in pain and grabbed at his earpiece as a high-pitched squeal of feedback ripped through it. Sherlock reached behind him and pulled the officer's pistol free, instantly raising it. As it was in his left hand, John's shackled right hand was yanked upwards as well and he gasped in surprise at the rapid turn of events.
"Ladies and gentlemen, will you all please get on your knees?" Sherlock called out as he aimed the pistol towards the nearest officers. Nearby, Greg's whole body language said, 'Oh, for fuck's sake ...' When nobody reacted very quickly, Sherlock raised the gun skywards and fired it twice.
"NOW would be good!" He lowered it and pointed it at the police again.
"Do as he says!" Lestrade said. He gestured everybody downwards and all the police started to kneel. We started to back away.
"Just-just so you're aware," John said loudly. "the gun is his idea. I'm just a ... you know ...
Sherlock transferred the pistol to his right hand and promptly aimed it at John's head.
"-my hostage." Sherlock said loudly. John gasped
"Hostage! Yes, that works – that works." He said quietly.
"And of course I have no say in this matter. I said raising my cuffed hand along with John's.
We continued backing away from the kneeling police. Behind us and probably unnoticed in all the excitement, a new piece of artistic graffiti had been sprayed on the wall of the house on the street corner. In red paint, huge letters spelling out "iou" are at least three feet high and are surrounded by an elaborate dark set of angel's wings. We began to back carefully around the corner.
"So what now?" John asked.
"Please tell me you have a plan after this." I said.
"Doing what Moriarty wants – I'm becoming a fugitive. Run." He turned and began to race off down the road, dragging John and I with him.
"Thank god I didn't wear heels today." I said as we ran.
Sherlock looped the loose chain between his and John's handcuffs around his wrist.
"Take my hand." He said.
"Now people will definitely talk." John said grabbing his hand as they race onwards. John grabbed my hand. Sirens were approaching at the junction ahead of us. Sherlock swerved to his left and dropped the pistol in the process. It clattered to the ground.
"The gun!" John said.
"Leave it!"
He shoved me and John down a side alley as the police car raced straight across the junction. We ran down the alleyway and reached high railings blocking our way. Sherlock, with his customary flair, leaped up onto the top of a dustbin and vaulted straight over the top of the railings. John, being an adorable short-arse and also not as close to the dustbin, was left behind; his right hand is dragged upwards and his face almost smashes against the railings as Sherlock dropped to the other side.
"Sherlock, wait!" John said. He reached through the railings with his other hand, taking my right hand with it and grabbed Sherlock's coat, dragging him closer and glaring into his face. "We're going to need to coordinate." He said speaking clearly and sternly. Sherlock quickly scanned all around us.
"Go to your right."
"Huh?"
"Go to your right." He looked upwards and went up onto his tiptoes to get the chain of the cuffs over the top of one of the spikes at the top of the railings.
Not long afterwards, we were on the same side of the railings and running down the alley again. Reaching a T-junction Sherlock turned to the right, then immediately stopped and ducked back again as a police car raced past the end of the alley. We leaned side by side against the wall catching our breath for a moment.
"Everybody wants to believe it – that's what makes it so clever." He looked at me and John. "A lie that's preferable to the truth." Looking away again, his voice became bitter. "All my brilliant deductions were just a sham. No-one feels inadequate – Sherlock Holmes is just an ordinary man."
"What about Mycroft? He could help us." John grunted as Sherlock dragged us across to the other side of the alley and peered down the left arm of the T-junction.
"A big family reconciliation? Now's not really the moment." He spun around, dragging John and me in a circle behind him as he looked back the way we came. John spotted something at the end of the right arm of the T-junction.
"Sher... Sherlock." He elbowed him with his cuffed arm to turn him in that direction. A face was peering around the corner at the end of the alley. "We're being followed. I knew we couldn't outrun the police."
"That's not the police. It's one of my new neighbors from Baker Street. Let's see if he can give us some answers." He broke in the opposite direction from where the man was watching us. Running to the next corner, we flattened ourselves against the wall as we reached it and Sherlock looked around the corner. Sherlock pressed himself back against the wall again.
"Where are we going?" John asked
"We're going to jump in front of that bus."
"What?!" But Sherlock was already on the move and dragged us out into the street. The assassin raced after us. Halfway across the road, Sherlock screeched to a halt directly in front of the approaching bus. John's impetus carried us past Sherlock before he was able to turn so the two of them were facing the bus and not moving with me just off the side. The assassin charged into the road, threw himself at us and shoved us out of the way. I let out a yelp as all four of us tumbled to the ground as the bus drove past, its horn blaring. Before the assassin could recover, Sherlock sat up and dragged the man's own gun from his jeans, then cocked and pointed it at him.
"Tell me what you want from me. The man stared at him wide-eyed but doesn't speak. Sherlock moved the gun's muzzle closer to him. "Tell me."
"He left it at your flat."
"Who?"
"Moriarty."
"What?" All four of us started to get to our feet, Sherlock still holding the gun on the other man.
"The computer key code."
"Of course. He's selling it – the program he used to break into the Tower. He planted it when he came around." Three gunshots rang out and the assassin reels and dropped to the ground. Sherlock stared up in the direction the bullets came from, then swung around and he, John and I race off. As police sirens approached again, we ducked into an open doorway as yet another police car drove past the end of the road. We take a moment to catch our breath again. "It's a game-changer. It's a key – it can break into any system and it's sitting in our flat right now. That's why he left that message telling everyone where to come. 'Get Sherlock.' We need to get back into the flat and search."
"CID'll be camped out. Why plant it on you?" John asked.
"It's another subtle way of smearing my name. Now I'm best pals with all those criminals." John had spotted a pile of newspapers nearby and he picked up the top copy.
"Yeah, well, have you seen this?" It was a copy of 'The Sun' – telling of the upcoming exposé by Kitty Riley. John showed it to Sherlock. "A kiss and tell. Some bloke called Rich Brook." Sherlock slowly turned his head – clearly the name meant something to him. John was still looking at the paper and didn't see his expression.
"Who is he?"
Sherlock brought us to said Kitty Riley's flat. After a while we heard the door slam shut. Hesitantly someone pushed the door open and reached for the light switch on the wall. The lights came on and we saw it was Kitty. Her hair was the same as her picture from the paper but now I could see it was orange. Sherlock and John were sitting side by side on her sofa, each of them drumming the fingers of their handcuffed hand on their respective knees while I had to sit in front of John because there was no room.
"Too late to go on the record?" Sherlock asked before looking towards her.
Not long afterwards, Kitty was sitting in an armchair while the boys and I stood in the middle of the room. Sherlock was using a hairpin to pick the lock on his handcuff.
"Congratulations. The truth about Sherlock Holmes." He said to Kitty. He freed his hand and gave the hairpin to John, who kindly started with my hand cuff, before starting to pace back and forth in front of Kitty. "The scoop that everybody wanted and you got it. Bravo."
"I gave you your opportunity. I wanted to be on your side, remember? You turned me down, so ..."
"And then, behold, someone turns up and spills all the beans. How utterly convenient. Who is Brook?" Kitty shook her head, refusing to tell him anymore. "Oh, come on, Kitty. No-one trusts the voice at the end of a telephone." John finally freed my hand from the cuff then sighed and got to work with the two on his own wrists. "There are all those furtive little meetings in cafés; those sessions in the hotel room where he gabbled into your Dictaphone. How do you know that you can trust him? A man turns up with the Holy Grail in his pockets. What were his credentials?" He asked sternly.
Outside in the hallway there had been the sounds of someone coming in through the main front door. Kitty looked towards the door of the flat and rose to her feet with a concerned look on her face as someone pushed her door open. Sherlock and I turned to follow her gaze as Jim, unshaven and with his hair messy and wearing casual clothes, including a cardigan, walked in with a shopping bag.
"Kitty, they didn't have any ground coffee so I just got normal ..." He raised his eyes and stared in terror at the sight of Sherlock, whose own eyes widened. Jim dropped the shopping bag and backed away until he bumped into the wall behind him, holding his hands up protectively in front of him. "You said that they wouldn't find me here. You said that I'd be safe here." He said his voice trembling.
"Jim?" I asked frowning. Was this why I hadn't heard from in almost two months? He's been living with her? I felt jealously serge through me.
"You are safe, Richard. I'm a witness. He wouldn't harm you in front of witnesses."
Richard?
John, his face full of shock, pointed at Jim.
"So that's your source? Moriarty is Richard Brook?!" He said to Kitty. His teeth were bared and he glared at Jim, breathing heavily in pure fury.
"Of course he's Richard Brook. There is no Moriarty. There never has been." Kitty said.
"What are you talking about?" John asked.
"Look him up. Rich Brook – an actor Sherlock Holmes hired to be Moriarty." Sherlock stared at Jim, who was still holding his hands up and looking at everyone nervously. Jim's voice was shaking as he turned to John.
"Doctor Watson, I know you're a good man." He backed into the corner of the room, appearing terrified under John's ferocious glare. "Don't ... don't h... Don't hurt me." John screamed at him, pointing towards him furiously.
"No, you are Moriarty!" He turned his head briefly and yelled at Kitty. "He's Moriarty!" He turned back to Jim. "We've met, remember? You were gonna blow me up!" Jim put his hands briefly over his face, then held them up in front of himself again, sounding as if he was almost crying in fear.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He gestured towards Sherlock. "He paid me. I needed the work. I'm an actor. I was out of work. I'm sorry, okay?"
"Was everything with me an act too?" I asked crossing my arms, beginning to glare at him. He looked over finally noticing that I was there.
"No, no, no, no, Krista." He said quickly, eye wide. "T-that was real, I-I swear." He looked down almost shyly for a moment before looking up and straight into my eyes. "My feelings for you are real.. I-I love you." I stood straighter as I felt my face flush and my heart skip a beat before it started pounding.
"Y-you what?"
"I love you." He said more confidently. I glanced at Kitty to see her reaction; I didn't know her feelings for him or their relationship. He saw me look at her his eyes widened even more if possible. "Kitty's just a friend!" He said franticly. "She's just a friend, I swear, I don't have any of those feelings for her, she's just a friend!" Breathing heavily, John turned to Sherlock.
"Sherlock, you'd better ... explain ... because I am not getting this."
"Oh I'll ... I'll be doing the explaining – in print." Kitty said. She handed John a folder. "It's all here – conclusive proof." John looked at an early typed sheet of her upcoming article, then turned to the proof copy showing the layout of how it will appear in the newspaper, with spaces left for photographs. The headline read, 'Sherlock's a fake!' with the strapline, 'He invented all the crimes'.
"You invented James Moriarty, your nemesis." She said looking at Sherlock.
"Invented him?" John asked unset.
"Mmm-hmm. Invented all the crimes, actually – and to cap it all, you made up a master villain."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Kitty turned and pointed towards Jim.
"Ask him. He's right here! Just ask him. Tell him, Richard."
"Look, for God's sake, this man was on trial!" John said furiously.
"Yes ..." Kitty pointed at Sherlock "... and you paid him; paid him to take the rap. Promised you'd rig the jury." She said. Sherlock stared at her silently. "Not exactly a West End role, but I'll bet the money was good." She walked over to Jim as he stood with his hands still held out in front of himself. "But not so good he didn't want to sell his story." Jim looked plaintively at John, putting his hands together pleadingly.
"I am sorry. I am. I am sorry."
"So-so this is the story that you're gonna publish. The big conclusion of it all: Moriarty's an actor?!" John said to kitty. He shook his head in disbelief. "Why did you go out with Krista all those times? You never told her your name was really Richard and you were just some actor!"
"He- He told me not to tell her, to just be Moriarty around her." He said looking at me. "He said to distract her.. I ended up f-falling for her." He said a light pink coming to both our faces.
"You can't be an actor!" John shouted.
"He knows I am. I have proof. I have proof. Show him, Kitty! Show him something!" Jim pleaded.
"Yeah, show me something." Kitty walked across the room. John turned to watch her as she reached into a bag for more information. Behind us, Jim had put his hands over his face but he pulled his hands away from his eyes a little and looked towards Sherlock, whose own gaze has barely left him since he arrived. For a brief moment, he revealed his true self and he smiled triumphantly at his enemy. He looked at me and winked. I opened my mouth but then closed it. Sherlock half-smiled back at him but there was no humor in his eyes. Kitty took out a folder, walked over to John and gave it to him.
"I'm on TV. I'm on kids' TV. I'm The Storyteller." Jim said slipping back into his Richard persona and sounding plaintive and panicked. John looked at copies of Richard Brook's contact details apparently taken from an agency website, then a newspaper article showing a picture of Richard in glasses wearing medical scrubs and with a stethoscope around his neck. The article is headlined, 'Award Winning Actor Joins The Cast of Top Medical Drama'. "I'm ... I'm The Storyteller. It's on DVD." He looked across to Sherlock again, this time keeping his Richard face on. John continued looking through the folder at other publicity stills of Rich together with his CV. Jim gestured towards John, looking at Sherlock pleadingly. "Just tell them. It's all coming out now. It's all over." His voice became more frantic. "Just tell them. Just tell them. Tell them!" Baring his teeth, Sherlock started to walk towards him. "It's all over now ... NO!" He backed away from Sherlock and up a short flight of stairs towards the bedroom on the upper level of the flat. His eyes were wide and terrified. "Don't you touch me! Don't you lay a finger on me!"
"Stop it. Stop it NOW!" Sherlock said furiously. Jim turned and bolted up the stairs.
"Don't hurt me!" Sherlock, John and I chased after him.
"Don't let him get away!"
"Leave him alone!" Kitty shouted. I ran up next to Sherlock. Jim ran into the bathroom on the other side of the bedroom. With Kitty still at the bottom of the stairs, and John halfway up the stairs with his vision blocked by Sherlock and me ahead of him, Jim turned and grinned manically at Sherlock for a brief second before slamming the door shut. Sherlock ran to the door and struggled momentarily to open it, then shoved it open but Jim had already disappeared through the open window opposite. There was a crash outside as if Jim had landed on top of a dustbin. Sherlock looked out of the window, then turned to stop John.
"No, no, no. He'll have back-up." Sherlock said. He headed towards the stairs. Kitty backed down to get out of his way but didn't move quickly, slowing him down.
"D'you know what, Sherlock Holmes? I look at you now and I can read you." He stopped at the bottom of the stairs as she got into his face. "And you ... repel ... me." Sherlock turned and headed out of the door. John, still holding the folder of the articles about Rich, shoved Kitty aside with his shoulder and followed him. I followed close behind.
We went out onto the street and John stopped as Sherlock began to pace rapidly back and forth in the middle of the road.
"Can he do that? Completely change his identity; make you the criminal?"
"He's got my whole life story. That's what you do when you sell a big lie; you wrap it up in the truth to make it more palatable."
"Your word against his."
"He's been sowing doubt into people's minds for the last twenty-four hours. There's only one thing he needs to do to complete his game, and that's to ..." He stopped dead as he made a realization. John, who had still been rifling through the folder, looked up at his friend, who was turned away from him.
"Sherlock?"
"Something I need to do."
"What? Can I help?"
"No – on my own."
"Sherlock, don't you dare shut us out." He turned to look at me for a moment before he briskly walked away. John watched him, sighing, then looked down at the papers again. He looked up and down the road and then apparently decided where he needed to go and headed off in the opposite direction. "J-John? Where are you going?" I sighed and followed after him. We got back on the sidewalk and walked past the alley where Jim jumped out the window. I glanced briefly in before looking back. I did a double take noticing Jim sitting against a wall, hidden from sight from the bathroom window. I stopped walking and watched as John didn't seem to notice. I quickly went down the alleyway. Jim looked up acting scared then he saw it was me and stood up with a small grunt of pain.
"Krista." He said with a smile. I bit my lip angrily and slapped him across the face. He held his cheek and looked at me in shock. "Krista?" I swallowed feeling tears prick my eyes.
"Two months." I said I let out shaky breath. "You haven't texted or called in two months." He let out a sigh.
"Krista-"
"No, I'm not done." I said blinking a few tears fell down my face. I swallowed. "You fucked me and just disappeared. And we finally find you two months later you're one: Living with Kitty" I growled her name out. "pretending to some Richard Brook and two: You tell me you love me!" He rubbed his face and let out another sigh. "Was that a lie too?" He opened his mouth to answer but I cut him off again, blinking away more tears. "Did you ever once think about me? Why didn't you text like you said you would." He came closer and tried to put his arms around me. "No, don't.. touch me."
"Krista.." I closed my eyes and swallowed. Suddenly Jim crashed his lips onto mine. I instinctively slipped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around me. I pulled away and hugged him tightly gripping the back of the cardigan. He rubbed my back gently. "Shh, shh." He held my head to his chest. He leaned down to my ear. "I wasn't lying." He paused. "I love you, Krista." I pulled my head back to look at him to see he was completely serious. He wiped the tears from my face and pecked my lips softly.
"Why did you break contact with me?"
"I couldn't let Kitty know about you." I pulled away more.
"So there is something going on between you two." I bit my lip.
"No, no, I didn't say that." He said brushing my hair back. "I couldn't let her know that you had contact with me as Jim while pretending to be Richard. I was supposed to stop being Moriarty until the story came out in the paper. I wanted to contact you, I really did. I missed you." He said with a smile.
"I-I missed you too." He smiled bigger and hugged me closer. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I felt my face heat up as he pulled me to him before pressing me against the alley wall. He leaned down and started kissing down my neck. I gasped and suddenly my phone went off. Jim growled.
"Ignore it." He said kissing down to my shoulder.
"I can't." I said pulling it out. "It's Sherlock." Jim made a noise of annoyance before laying his forehead against my shoulder.
"What does he want?" He whined.
"He needs me and John to meet him at St. Barts." Jim sighed and stood up straight.
"Guess you need to go then." I put my phone away and quickly grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss, but also going on my toes. He groaned against my lips and wrapped his arms back around me. "You're making it awfully hard for me to not just take you in this alley, right here right now." I felt my face flush.
"Another time." I said with a slightly chuckle, pulling away. He smiled sadly and gave me another kiss.
"You'd better hurry. Don't want them to worry too much." He said. I smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before running out of the alley.
Added that last thing with Jim cause I felt that after 2 months with no contact she needed to confront him. SO recap! Sherlock, Jim and John know for a fact she fancies all three of them (Even though it's Jim and Sherlock more than John.) and now we learn that Jim truly does love Krista. ^_^ is that too OOC? I mean Jim isn't a sociopath and even if he is so is Sherlock and Sherlock can like Krista o-o
Btw just pointing out now the bus scene I didn't put her off to the side so she wouldn't theoretically get hurt, if you watch the scene in the episode there's only enough room for Sherlock and John, so if she were really there she would end up just out of the buses path. Just thought I'd point that out.
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