A/N: Thank you Black Rose25 for your generous contributions to my review
pile. Good luck on your own fanfics. I promise I'm doing my best to get
more Holmes in, but I kind of just let the plot goes where it wants to go,
ya know? (Aka I have no idea what is going to happen next! *grinz*) And I
just had the need to mention how creepy it is how many things we have in
common...*shiver* anyways...back to the story! Yay! Sorry it has been so
incredibly long by the way, I was (and still am...) swamped with stuff to
do...
***Past midnight, in front of Bowmer's hideout***
Jon took a deep breath and stooped low under the window and made a dash for the door. As he took the last step towards the entrance to the house, he exhaled, and slammed the door open with a powerful kick that broke the lock off (which actually wasn't that hard, considering that the lock was practically all rust and no metal...). He leapt in the room and his eyes caught sight of one of the men's pistol that was resting on a table right next to the now broken down door. He picked it up and aimed it at Streicher's head, "Don't move or I'll blow your head off!"
Streicher stared at the lad for a moment in temporary shock, then glancing at Holmes who was sitting down on the couch next to Bowmer with a gun at his head, and laughed, "And what are you going to do boy? Kill me? With what, the gun's empty!"
Holmes shook his head and Jon spun around with his back facing the men. He opened the pistol and saw that, just as Streicher had said, the barrel was empty. He closed it back up again and whipped around to face the men again, shifted his weight around on his feet, getting ready to run and said, "Not if I just reloaded it..."
Streicher took a step closer, "You're bluffin' boy, that thing is as empty as your head! What are you trying to do, rescue Holmes? This is the saddest excuse for a rescue that I have ever seen!"
Jon nodded and cocked the pistol and gave the man a look of extreme smugness, "But what if I'm not?"
Holmes frowned, "I have never seen that boy in my life! I have no idea what he is talking about..."
Jon's attitude set the man off a little and he subconsciously took a step back, "There's no chance of that, but I am afraid that know we are going to kill you now. I know that you know him Holmes! Shut up or you'll be next!" Streicher raised his gun and pointed it at Jon who still hadn't dropped the pistol in his hands, "Good bye..."
The gun fired but Jon was already half way out the door when it hit the wall that was behind him. Streicher swore and motioned to Bowmer to stay where he was, "That little brat knows to much, he'll go to the police! Bowmer, stay here and guard Holmes! If he moves so much as an eyebrow, shoot him!" With that the man tore out of the house after Jon and thundered down the dirty cobblestone street after him.
Jon was already halfway down the block, and as he gasped for breath, he turned around to see if either of them were following. Sure enough, the Streicher fellow had taken off after him and was now gaining. Jon swore under his breath as he splashed through a large puddle and almost twisted his ankle in a pothole. The rain had gotten heavier and it was getting hard to see what was twenty meters ahead of you, much less a murderer who is chasing after you. He stumbled a little and let out a little scream as a bullet whizzed over his head, missing his skull by about five centimeters, then turned around and begun to run down another path that was parallel to the one he was just on. He whipped around the corner and sprinted down the deserted road. He had to get back to the house and distract the other man! Watson was counting on him!
He dared another glance back and sighed. Streicher was gone...he had lost him. He slowed down to a jog and hurried down the alley, trying to locate for Bowmer's house from its backside so he could jump back in and get Bowmer to leave. Jon had spotted it and was just about to jump a fence that stood in his way when something hard hit him in the head from behind. Jon heard a loud crack and his vision grew fuzzy. He stumbled around and was just able to catch a glimpse of a grinning Streicher before he passed out.
***Meanwhile...***
Watson heard Jon take off down the road and footsteps following him, so he slowly advanced towards the front door and waiting right outside it to observe what was going on in the room. At once he recognized Holmes's strained voice and another gruffer one that he quickly decided must be Bowmer. He leaned back against the edge of the door and quickly considered his options. He could either wait for Bowmer to leave, or just go in there and get Holmes and pray that Bowmer wasn't armed. He nodded to himself, easily deciding that the latter option was the only correct answer and slunk into the house. Thankfully, Bowmer had his back turned to the front door, and Holmes, who was facing Watson as his crawled on his hands and knees into the room, gave no sign that he saw the doctor except for a slight nod of the head. Bowmer was sitting in the high backed chair that Streicher had been using only moments before and guessing by the way he was speaking to Holmes, Watson guessed that he was feeling very smug at the moment. Watson was able to get right behind the chair without Bowmer noticing and slowly rose up so that his eyes were just able to peek over the edge of the chair. He slowly lowered his handgun so that it was pointed straight at Bowmer's head and gave a small nod to Holmes.
The detective raised his eyebrows and rested his chin on his hands as he often did when he was thinking, "Well, Bowmer, I am afraid that I must leave you now. You see, there is something important that I must attend to..."
"What? Oh no you don't! You're not going anywhere!"
Watson rested his gun on the side of the man's head, making him jump in his seat, "Oh, I really think he is. Now would you please drop your gun...That's a good chap."
Bowmer released his gun with a look on his face so venoms that it would have melted through stone. Holmes stood up and nodded to the man, "Do be sure to give my best to Streicher when he returns, won't you? Come along Watson!" Watson backed up towards the door with his gun still aimed at Bowmer's head and slipped quickly out the door. The second that he turned his back, Bowmer leapt to his feet and grabbed his gun off of the floor and desperately tried to get a few shots off at Holmes and Watson before the disappeared into the hazy darkness.
***
The two men didn't stop running until they reached the corner of Baker Street and Watson finally had to signal to Holmes that they needed to stop so he could catch his breath. Once he was able to speak again, the doctor turned to Holmes, "What do we do now?"
"Now, we go straight to the police and tell them to search that house and arrest Bowmer and Streicher if they are still there, although I sincerely doubt it...Why did that stupid boy have to go and speak? He ruined the entire investigation! Now we will have to start afresh and we will need to find where they move next so we can capture them there, because not even Streicher is stupid enough to stay in a discovered hideout!"
Watson frowned, "Don't be too hard on the boy, Holmes. He did try to save you..."
"Being that it was his fault in the first place that I got caught, I would say that he owed it to me!"
Watson sighed, "Oh...there is something else that I should probably tell you about Jon before we meet up with him again..."
"And what is that Watson?"
"Jon is...well, he is the son of your old tutor..."
Holmes straightened up and gave Watson a strange look, "My old tutor? But you surely don't mean that Jon, that annoying boy that we have been forced to carry around with us, is the son of Professor Moriatry?"
"That is exactly what I mean Holmes. Jon told me himself, James Moriarty is his father!"
Holmes stared at him for a moment, blinked several times, then sunk deep into thought and began to pace, "I knew I recognized that face from somewhere...but I cannot believe that I have been harboring the heir of my arch nemesis!..."
Watson looked up at Holmes, "I didn't know that he was married...did you Holmes?"
"..He probably isn't...no, he doesn't seem the type at all...of course I have a hard time imagining him being a father either..." Holmes stopped pacing and glanced at Watson, "Where is Jon anyway?"
"We agreed that we would meet here...It seems that he should be back by now, although it is possible that he had to run a little farther than I had previously thought..."
"Well, I'm sure when he arrives he will have no trouble getting into the house. Come along Watson, I must think up a new plan of action to catch Bowmer, not too mention Streicher..."
Watson looked back into the shadowy depths of the street, sighed, and followed Holmes worriedly back into the house.
***Past midnight, in front of Bowmer's hideout***
Jon took a deep breath and stooped low under the window and made a dash for the door. As he took the last step towards the entrance to the house, he exhaled, and slammed the door open with a powerful kick that broke the lock off (which actually wasn't that hard, considering that the lock was practically all rust and no metal...). He leapt in the room and his eyes caught sight of one of the men's pistol that was resting on a table right next to the now broken down door. He picked it up and aimed it at Streicher's head, "Don't move or I'll blow your head off!"
Streicher stared at the lad for a moment in temporary shock, then glancing at Holmes who was sitting down on the couch next to Bowmer with a gun at his head, and laughed, "And what are you going to do boy? Kill me? With what, the gun's empty!"
Holmes shook his head and Jon spun around with his back facing the men. He opened the pistol and saw that, just as Streicher had said, the barrel was empty. He closed it back up again and whipped around to face the men again, shifted his weight around on his feet, getting ready to run and said, "Not if I just reloaded it..."
Streicher took a step closer, "You're bluffin' boy, that thing is as empty as your head! What are you trying to do, rescue Holmes? This is the saddest excuse for a rescue that I have ever seen!"
Jon nodded and cocked the pistol and gave the man a look of extreme smugness, "But what if I'm not?"
Holmes frowned, "I have never seen that boy in my life! I have no idea what he is talking about..."
Jon's attitude set the man off a little and he subconsciously took a step back, "There's no chance of that, but I am afraid that know we are going to kill you now. I know that you know him Holmes! Shut up or you'll be next!" Streicher raised his gun and pointed it at Jon who still hadn't dropped the pistol in his hands, "Good bye..."
The gun fired but Jon was already half way out the door when it hit the wall that was behind him. Streicher swore and motioned to Bowmer to stay where he was, "That little brat knows to much, he'll go to the police! Bowmer, stay here and guard Holmes! If he moves so much as an eyebrow, shoot him!" With that the man tore out of the house after Jon and thundered down the dirty cobblestone street after him.
Jon was already halfway down the block, and as he gasped for breath, he turned around to see if either of them were following. Sure enough, the Streicher fellow had taken off after him and was now gaining. Jon swore under his breath as he splashed through a large puddle and almost twisted his ankle in a pothole. The rain had gotten heavier and it was getting hard to see what was twenty meters ahead of you, much less a murderer who is chasing after you. He stumbled a little and let out a little scream as a bullet whizzed over his head, missing his skull by about five centimeters, then turned around and begun to run down another path that was parallel to the one he was just on. He whipped around the corner and sprinted down the deserted road. He had to get back to the house and distract the other man! Watson was counting on him!
He dared another glance back and sighed. Streicher was gone...he had lost him. He slowed down to a jog and hurried down the alley, trying to locate for Bowmer's house from its backside so he could jump back in and get Bowmer to leave. Jon had spotted it and was just about to jump a fence that stood in his way when something hard hit him in the head from behind. Jon heard a loud crack and his vision grew fuzzy. He stumbled around and was just able to catch a glimpse of a grinning Streicher before he passed out.
***Meanwhile...***
Watson heard Jon take off down the road and footsteps following him, so he slowly advanced towards the front door and waiting right outside it to observe what was going on in the room. At once he recognized Holmes's strained voice and another gruffer one that he quickly decided must be Bowmer. He leaned back against the edge of the door and quickly considered his options. He could either wait for Bowmer to leave, or just go in there and get Holmes and pray that Bowmer wasn't armed. He nodded to himself, easily deciding that the latter option was the only correct answer and slunk into the house. Thankfully, Bowmer had his back turned to the front door, and Holmes, who was facing Watson as his crawled on his hands and knees into the room, gave no sign that he saw the doctor except for a slight nod of the head. Bowmer was sitting in the high backed chair that Streicher had been using only moments before and guessing by the way he was speaking to Holmes, Watson guessed that he was feeling very smug at the moment. Watson was able to get right behind the chair without Bowmer noticing and slowly rose up so that his eyes were just able to peek over the edge of the chair. He slowly lowered his handgun so that it was pointed straight at Bowmer's head and gave a small nod to Holmes.
The detective raised his eyebrows and rested his chin on his hands as he often did when he was thinking, "Well, Bowmer, I am afraid that I must leave you now. You see, there is something important that I must attend to..."
"What? Oh no you don't! You're not going anywhere!"
Watson rested his gun on the side of the man's head, making him jump in his seat, "Oh, I really think he is. Now would you please drop your gun...That's a good chap."
Bowmer released his gun with a look on his face so venoms that it would have melted through stone. Holmes stood up and nodded to the man, "Do be sure to give my best to Streicher when he returns, won't you? Come along Watson!" Watson backed up towards the door with his gun still aimed at Bowmer's head and slipped quickly out the door. The second that he turned his back, Bowmer leapt to his feet and grabbed his gun off of the floor and desperately tried to get a few shots off at Holmes and Watson before the disappeared into the hazy darkness.
***
The two men didn't stop running until they reached the corner of Baker Street and Watson finally had to signal to Holmes that they needed to stop so he could catch his breath. Once he was able to speak again, the doctor turned to Holmes, "What do we do now?"
"Now, we go straight to the police and tell them to search that house and arrest Bowmer and Streicher if they are still there, although I sincerely doubt it...Why did that stupid boy have to go and speak? He ruined the entire investigation! Now we will have to start afresh and we will need to find where they move next so we can capture them there, because not even Streicher is stupid enough to stay in a discovered hideout!"
Watson frowned, "Don't be too hard on the boy, Holmes. He did try to save you..."
"Being that it was his fault in the first place that I got caught, I would say that he owed it to me!"
Watson sighed, "Oh...there is something else that I should probably tell you about Jon before we meet up with him again..."
"And what is that Watson?"
"Jon is...well, he is the son of your old tutor..."
Holmes straightened up and gave Watson a strange look, "My old tutor? But you surely don't mean that Jon, that annoying boy that we have been forced to carry around with us, is the son of Professor Moriatry?"
"That is exactly what I mean Holmes. Jon told me himself, James Moriarty is his father!"
Holmes stared at him for a moment, blinked several times, then sunk deep into thought and began to pace, "I knew I recognized that face from somewhere...but I cannot believe that I have been harboring the heir of my arch nemesis!..."
Watson looked up at Holmes, "I didn't know that he was married...did you Holmes?"
"..He probably isn't...no, he doesn't seem the type at all...of course I have a hard time imagining him being a father either..." Holmes stopped pacing and glanced at Watson, "Where is Jon anyway?"
"We agreed that we would meet here...It seems that he should be back by now, although it is possible that he had to run a little farther than I had previously thought..."
"Well, I'm sure when he arrives he will have no trouble getting into the house. Come along Watson, I must think up a new plan of action to catch Bowmer, not too mention Streicher..."
Watson looked back into the shadowy depths of the street, sighed, and followed Holmes worriedly back into the house.