A/N: Whoa! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, this is my most reviewed story so far! Well, since I was away for so long I might just be able to get two chapters up quickly. Thanks again everyone!
Going After The Detective
Part 3
"What the…. who are you," I asked. Was it just me or was my voice shaking there?
"Why Martha, my dear, my love, don't you remember me? Your Scott…" he whispered in my ear. My body tensed. My old tenant (before Holmes and John) and the only man I had ever allowed myself to love.
Did I also mention that he was the son of Holmes worst enemy Moriarty?
Scott drew me close keeping a strong arm around me and slowly pointed the gun at Watson.
"Tell me where Holmes is," he hissed at me. "Or your friend dies."
I glanced up from my writings and saw bees going inside my only beehive. There had always been something that had interested me so about them. I stood up and began to pace around the room, simply because it had become a habit that made me think. After about fifteen minutes I flung myself back into my chair with a disgusted groan. This was not working. If only Mrs. Hudson were here….
I jerked slightly straighter. Come now Holmes you did what was best and you'll survive on your own.
Somehow.
"You mean you've lived with him for who knows how long and you don't know where he is?!" Watson nodded slowly; keeping an eye on the gun that was still aimed at him.
"We're trying to figure that out," he told Scott. Scott glared at him. Suddenly he flung me down to the floor of the train with such force that it stunned me for a moment.
"Well that's not good enough! And now my man, I'm sorry I have to do this but-"
"NO!" I screeched. I grabbed at him just as the gun went off and suddenly all went black.
A/N: Oh, I'm so mean. Leaving you again with another cliffhanger. I'll try to update ASAP but things do come up….I guess you'll just have to leave another review.