Lestrade ran into her house, and immediately started hooking up the camera
to her computer. Holmes had already been bugged, and now all she had to do
was watch from the safety of her home. Finally, Lestrade got the wires in
their right places, and a faint picture started to appear on the screen.
But only for a few seconds, then it disappeared, and the connection was
lost. "Zed!" Lestrade banged her hand on the computer desk. "What is wrong
with you? Why won't you work?"
Then, as if in response to Lestrade's question, a message popped
up on the screen. 'SIGNAL INTERFERENCE. THIS LINE IS BLOCKED.
PROBLEM # 204. SEE MANUAL FOR HELP.
"Line is blocked?" Lestrade repeated in wonder. "By who? Who
else is tracking Holmes?" Lestrade tapped a few keys on the
keyboard, and eventually hacked into the other person's line.
She now sees everything they see, hear everything they hear, and
find out the same things they find out.
Lestrade peered into her computer screen and let her mind race.
'So someone else is keeping track of Holmes. Who could it be?
Most likely one of his enemies. But I'm not his enemy, and I'm
tracking him. Someone who cares, then? Could it be Watson?
Perhaps... but still not likely.' Lestrade sighed and decided to
just keep focused on what Holmes was doing. Right now, he was
just sitting down, thinking very hard about something. And that
was not very exciting to watch.
Lestrade sat there for hours, spying on Holmes doing just
normal, everyday stuff. He ate, read the newspaper, talked to
Watson a bit, and sat in his chair doing nothing but think. Now
it was 10:00 at night, nothing exciting had happened, and she
was tired. Lestrade was about to give up and go to bed, when she
noticed that Holmes had finally moved from his chair. He grabbed
his Inverness and deerstalker and went out the door.
Lestrade was immediately snapped away from the dull mood she had
fallen into, and leaned closer to the screen. Holmes was going
to the river, following the blood-stained path. When he got
there, Holmes looked around him, spotted what he was looking
for, and moved towards that object.
Lestrade squinted into the screen at the object Holmes was now
talking to. "Moriarty!" Lestrade gasped. "Holmes is partners
with Moriarty!? No, that is impossible! Moriarty must have
cryptnotised him or something!" Lestrade strained her ears to
hear what they were saying.
"How was your day today, my dear Holmes? I hope that arm of
yours didn't hurt too much." Moriarty snickered at his own
sarcasm. Seeing that Holmes was not about to answer, Moriarty
continued. "Tonight your target is the Yard. I want you to go
into the Yard and steal all pieces of evidence of any crime that
they have been holding. Bring them to me. If you can't get them
all the first time around, then go a second time. Got it?"
Holmes gritted his teeth and nodded his head. As he turned to go
to the Yard, Holmes heard Moriarty yell after him. "Oh, and
Holmes? No 'evidence' this time. I want a clean robbery, no
trace of anything. Don't screw this up. Remember, I'm watching
you. I'll know if you make any attempt to get out of this. One
wrong move and the poison in Lestrade's body kicks in. Get it?"
Holmes nodded his head and gritted his teeth.
Then, as if in response to Lestrade's question, a message popped
up on the screen. 'SIGNAL INTERFERENCE. THIS LINE IS BLOCKED.
PROBLEM # 204. SEE MANUAL FOR HELP.
"Line is blocked?" Lestrade repeated in wonder. "By who? Who
else is tracking Holmes?" Lestrade tapped a few keys on the
keyboard, and eventually hacked into the other person's line.
She now sees everything they see, hear everything they hear, and
find out the same things they find out.
Lestrade peered into her computer screen and let her mind race.
'So someone else is keeping track of Holmes. Who could it be?
Most likely one of his enemies. But I'm not his enemy, and I'm
tracking him. Someone who cares, then? Could it be Watson?
Perhaps... but still not likely.' Lestrade sighed and decided to
just keep focused on what Holmes was doing. Right now, he was
just sitting down, thinking very hard about something. And that
was not very exciting to watch.
Lestrade sat there for hours, spying on Holmes doing just
normal, everyday stuff. He ate, read the newspaper, talked to
Watson a bit, and sat in his chair doing nothing but think. Now
it was 10:00 at night, nothing exciting had happened, and she
was tired. Lestrade was about to give up and go to bed, when she
noticed that Holmes had finally moved from his chair. He grabbed
his Inverness and deerstalker and went out the door.
Lestrade was immediately snapped away from the dull mood she had
fallen into, and leaned closer to the screen. Holmes was going
to the river, following the blood-stained path. When he got
there, Holmes looked around him, spotted what he was looking
for, and moved towards that object.
Lestrade squinted into the screen at the object Holmes was now
talking to. "Moriarty!" Lestrade gasped. "Holmes is partners
with Moriarty!? No, that is impossible! Moriarty must have
cryptnotised him or something!" Lestrade strained her ears to
hear what they were saying.
"How was your day today, my dear Holmes? I hope that arm of
yours didn't hurt too much." Moriarty snickered at his own
sarcasm. Seeing that Holmes was not about to answer, Moriarty
continued. "Tonight your target is the Yard. I want you to go
into the Yard and steal all pieces of evidence of any crime that
they have been holding. Bring them to me. If you can't get them
all the first time around, then go a second time. Got it?"
Holmes gritted his teeth and nodded his head. As he turned to go
to the Yard, Holmes heard Moriarty yell after him. "Oh, and
Holmes? No 'evidence' this time. I want a clean robbery, no
trace of anything. Don't screw this up. Remember, I'm watching
you. I'll know if you make any attempt to get out of this. One
wrong move and the poison in Lestrade's body kicks in. Get it?"
Holmes nodded his head and gritted his teeth.