Lestrade gulped. "Poison?" Her mind tried to grasp the concept. "Moriarty
poisoned me? Then that means that Holmes is doing all this just
to keep me alive." Lestrade's mouth went dry. He was risking
everything he lived for to save her. "And what did Moriarty mean
when he said 'I'm watching you'?" Lestrade gasped in
realization. "The other camera line! The one I'm hacking into
right now! It's Moriarty's!" Slowly the pieces of the puzzle
fell into place, and Lestrade figured out the whole thing. She
repeated it to herself to make sure it made sense.
"Moriarty somehow poisoned me, and told Holmes that if he
doesn't do what he says, I'll die. So Holmes listens to
Moriarty. Moriarty bugs Holmes so that Holmes can't tell anybody
or Moriarty will kill me. So Holmes is forced to be Moriarty's
slave! Because of me!!" Suddenly a pang of guilt shot through
Lestrade like a bullet. 'What to do next?' Her mind raced.
'First off, I have to get the poison out of me. I'm not bugged,
so I can go to a doctor and get it taken out. Then I'll tell
Holmes what I did, and everything will be all right.' Lestrade's
plan was so simple, yet so foolproof, that Lestrade was quite
surprised how fast it had come to her.
Lestrade bounded out the door, forgetting about her computer
(which was still displaying Holmes' every move), and went on to
Dr. Cushing's office.