Nervously she now stepped from place to place. Another 5 minutes. What was she doing here? She didn't really have a chance, she thought.
When suddenly... out of nowhere, someone pulled her to him and shut her up. It was too dark to see anything.
"Shh, don't scream."
That voice. Could it be? And as her eyes slowly got used to the darkness, she recognised the figure that was just holding her mouth shut.
"Sherlock?!", she asked as he took his hand away again.
"What are you doing here? Wait, have you been following me?" She seemed upset.
Yeah, he'd been following her. Because she said something that made him sit up and take notice. During her outburst of rage against him, she screamed that she had a plan to save her brother. And then the goodbye to John. She was strange, yes she was very strange. Only someone who was planning not to come back would say goodbye like that. No matter how. It was clear to him that in the house where she found little Ava, she must have found something that she wanted to use as an exchange for her brother. A completely insane plan, he thought. But I guess that's what you do when you love a human being.
In any case, he had no time to explain the previous situation to John. After all, he had to catch up with her, watch her and know where she was going. He would simply explain everything to him later.
On his "pursuit" he had to keep thinking about what she was really throwing at him. Katie wanted to protect him and John, so she ran away. She didn't want anything to happen to either of them. She was so careful and always concerned for the welfare of the people around her. And he, as cold as ever, replied that her brother was already dead because of her mistake. But he was not cold, not this time. He was hurt. She had hurt him. Again this feeling came over him. That one feeling when he looked into her eyes, when he saw her smile but also when she was sad. For years he had managed to keep his feelings separate from the rest of his being but since John and now Katie came into his life it didn't work anymore. But one thing is certain: she was right. He was a bastard.
But for some reason he didn't want her to think of him that way. So he decided to follow her.
"Do you really think you can save your brother this way?" he asked her, looking at her forcefully.
"I don't see how that concerns her. You think he's already dead," she replied angrily.
Annoyed, he had to sigh: "I know how that sounded and maybe my words were wrongly chosen but what you are trying to do will not work.
She looked at him in shock, but before she could say anything back, she was disturbed by the ringing of a bell from a nearby church.
Eight o'clock. It was time.
Before she turned away from Sherlock, she turned to him once more:
"They want to help. I'll tell you how you can help", reached into her inner jacket pocket, took his hand and put the USB stick in there. "Take this, take this to your brother and go now!"
Then she turned around again and walked along the same path she had walked before.
It didn't take long before she saw the three men she knew from the hall and the house outside the city from the dark. But where was her brother?
The men, now about 4 metres away from her, stopped.
"Ms. Wilson, they really seem to long for death," cried the smaller one, pulling out his gun. "Where is the stick?" he yelled further.
"I want to see my brother first," she also shouted.
With a small hand movement he signalled to the other two: "Bring him here!
While they waited, he went on: "They have chosen a nice place. It's just stupid that there are no more people here and they can see them die! They could have just let it go, not got in our way any more, but this is how they signed their death sentence! And where is their detective who is supposed to save them?", he grinned.
At least she believed it, as she couldn't really see his face in the darkness.
"So, where is the stick?", he continued.
"In a safe place," she replied.
But before he could continue, he was interrupted. The men were back by now. In front of them they dragged an almost lifeless body and threw it hard to the ground.
"ADAM!" cried Katie.
He seemed conscious, because when he heard his name, he briefly straightened his head.
When he saw his sister there in the dim light, he screamed:
"KATIE! Don't do it!"
"I want to see him! Bring him to me," she cried again.
The somewhat bigger man, who was standing left of the smaller one, grabbed him and dragged him to the middle. "That's close enough!"
Katie immediately ran to her brother to hug him. She was shocked. What have they done to him. His face was covered in blood, his right eye swollen. There was blood all over his body. His arms were cut.
"Adam, I am so glad you are alive! What have they done to you?", she sobbed.
"Katie, look at me. You mustn't give them the data! I know those men. As soon as you give them the stick, they will kill me first and then you! He must not win!"
"Who mustn't win? Who are you talking about?" she asked him in surprise.
"Listen, when I was a part of this organisation, I heard our boss (looking at the smaller man) talking to a man about this data once. He seems to be her employer and made sure they got a foothold here in England. His name is...
Moriarty."
"That's enough now," cried the man behind him and pulled him back with him, next to the man in the middle.
"Please Katie, you mustn't give him the stick!" Adam yelled on.
"Enough now, give me the data!" cried her boss now.
Katie was still kneeling where she had held her brother in her arms seconds before. But determined to save her brother, she finally stood up. Her eyes sparkled with rage. Then she reached into her jacket pocket and took out the USB stick she had previously stowed inside and slowly moved towards the men.
"NO, DON'T DO IT! KATIE, PLEASE!", her brother yelled further.
"I am sorry. I have to do it!" she sobbed, moving further in the direction of the men.
But then, all of a sudden - A SHOOT!
Everything around Katie went black. The voices she could hear clearly before were only muffled and it seemed as if they were moving away. Then everything was quiet.