Need for Speed
The killer was escaping. Sherlock and John had been at the crime scene and Sherlock had found the secret door behind the cabinet. They opened it and as soon as the light hit the room behind it a man completely dressed in black clothes jumped out of it and fled the crime scene. He ran out of the building and escaped in the car he had parked a few streets away from the scene. John and Sherlock had followed him while Lestrade pulled out his phone to inform the other officers in the block. A black SUV came speeding by and in the corner of his eyes he saw the killer before the car disappeared around the next corner. He jumped in his car when another car drove by...
Sherlock and John had been directly behind the killer when he opened the car and sped away. The consulting detective lifted his arm and immediately a cab pulled over.
"No way the cabbie will drive fast enough to follow this lunatic" John stated when Sherlock opened the door.
"Yeah, you´re probably right" Sherlock pulled out one of Lestrade´s detective passes and leaned into the open window of the driver´s door.
"Police. This is an emergency. I have to borrow your vehicle" he said sounding urgent and opened the door at the same time. He nearly threw the driver out of his seat and looked at John.
"Well, I am not going to drive this thing" he said stepping around the car and sat on the passenger seat.
"This was your idea" he added when John looked at him in confusion.
"Not quite" John moaned but sat down and started the engine. With nearly burning tires he sped away and Sherlock had to hold the handle to not crash against the window. In the split of a second they were behind the black SUV and Sherlock got a glimpse at the puzzled look on the face of Lestrade who looked after them in shock. John had his eyes fixed on the street and passed a few cars with far too much speed until they were right behind the killer. Sherlock cramped his hands around the handle and looked at John who didn´t even wink.
"Could you at least use the blinker before somebody crashes inside us?" Sherlock brought out before John stepped on the brake because a car right in front of them deflected over their side of the street. Then Sherlock was pressed in his seat once again when John hit the gas pedal. Sherlock´s phone rang. He searched for it in his pocket but got slammed against the door when John passed another car. Sherlock glared at John and then answered his phone.
"Yes, Lestrade" he said without waiting for him to say who he was.
"Where the hell are you? And where did you get the cab?" Lestrade sounded stressed and pissed off. Sherlock gave him their direction and soon John and Sherlock heard the sound of sirens from everywhere around them. The police surrounded the whole area. John noticed the police car coming from the street ahead before the killer did.
"Watch it!" John shouted and Sherlock had only enough time to drop his phone and hold on even tighter. John hit the brakes and whirled the wheel around when a loud crack of metal against metal was audible. The car drifted and came to a stop parallel to the police car which had simultaneously done the same move. Everything went so fast that Sherlock didn´t know what had happened exactly. The killer must have seen the car too late and hadn´t been able to stop his car. The black SUV had hit it which explains the crack from before and flew through the air using the police car as ramp. Unfortunately the car turned slightly in mid air and when it hit the ground it rolled over at least three times. When John and Sherlock exited the cab some police officers were already taking care of the slightly injured killer. Soon he was sitting in handcuffs on the back seat of another car.
Sherlock was happy to have solid ground under his feet again and swore to himself to never let John drive a car ever again.
"What the hell did you do?" Lestrade asked pissed when he arrived at the scene (five minutes later).
"What a mess!" he looked around and saw the smashed SUV, the police car with the broken grill and the cab with steaming tires. The driver of the grill-less police car approached them and said
"That was a hell of a show, Sir. You should have seen the cab here! If this man hadn´t reacted that quickly then I wouldn´t be standing here."
"What do you mean? If they hadn´t been here then nothing of this would have happened" Lestrade gestured around. John took a look himself and noticed that Sherlock locked a little bit pale when he passed his figure.
"Well Sir, the suspect came directly towards me with full speed. The cab passed the black car and pushed the SUV to the side..." the man made some moves with his hands as if he was a kid playing airplanes. "...so that it hit only the right side of my car. If he hadn´t done that then we would need at least two ambulances." he finished, looked at John and nodded. John nodded back and Lestrade looked from one to the other. Then he looked at Sherlock and frowned.
"Are you okay?" he asked and Sherlock looked at him, his head still spinning a little bit.
"Yeah, I´m fine... Where did you learn to drive like that?" he turned to John.
"Afghanistan. When you are in a mine field and have only a car to help yourself with then you drive as fast as the engine can give. I also drove a lot in my home town when I was younger, but that was a long time ago."
"Well I think we have finished here. I would tell you to drive back to give the cabbie his car back but..." Lestrade started.
"the cab is evidence and therefore it has to stay here for the moment. We can take another cab home, thanks" Sherlock completed the sentence – a little bit too fast – and both Lestrade and John had a grin on their faces when Sherlock turned on his heels and walked away from the scene. John followed him.
"But let the cabbie drive this time!" Lestrade shouted after them and the young man from before laughed silently.
Absolutely Sherlock thought to himself. John grinned.