Ch.7
Guilt and lies
OD
"Olivia's been poisoned." Lyra says looking at me with sadness in her eyes. I couldn't move. Hell, I could barely breathe. It was as if someone just punched me in the gut. Hard.
"What?!" I heard John yell from behind me. "How long have you two known about this?!"
I kept my eyes on Lyra, who was now looking at the floor with an ashamed face. Sherlock on the other hand looked at John like he was a 12 year old.
"John please, calm down. We had to lure Artimis out somehow." said Sherlock, looking indignant.
"Lure?! You have got to be kidding me!" John shouts, throwing his arms in the air.
"It was necessary." Lyra says, now folding her arms across her chest, over her shame of the situation.
As the arguing between John, Lyra and Sherlock continued, I was starting to get really confused. Why were they fighting again? They seem so angry. Everything then started to get distorted and ripple as if I were underwater. Their voices started to fade, and I was having a hard time remembering who 'they' were. Then I heard a soft voice from behind me. It was calm sounding and low. I slowly turned my head around, wanting to find the source of the sound. It sounded so familiar.
Once I was turned around I was looking into Bobby's face. He was laying on the ground, bleeding out of his chest near the cabinets on the far wall. I slowly stumbled my way over to him. I wanted to go faster, but my legs weren't letting me.
"Liv'" I heard him breath out, his arm outstretched to me.
"Bobby?" I reply.
I was so close to touching his hand when his face contorted into fear and he frantically pointed at something behind me. I quickly flipped around finding three looming figures coming towards us. On instinct I frantically searched for something to defend myself with. I reached behind me and grabbed a glass beaker off the counter and smashed the end into the size of one of the cabinet doors, creating sharp edges at the end to use against them if they got too close. I did all of this within half a second and crouched in front of Bobby shielding if it became necessary.
"Stay back!" I yell holding the broken beaker out in front of my body. They stopping approaching us. They looked familiar. Like I have seen them before, but just couldn't figure out from where. One stepped forward slightly, to which I quickly pointed the beaker straight at. It started making distorted sound from its mouth and it scared me so I shuffled back closer to Bobby and started to shake slightly.
"Don't move!" I say yelling at it again. My eyes were now burning and my head was pulsing painfully. The mystery person kept speaking, but after a moment I could start to understand what it was trying to say.
"…Olivia…" It was all I could make out at first.
"What-what do you want?" I asked shaking.
"Olive, it's me. It's Lyra. You need to calm down." It said to me starting to lower its self to my eye level. I didn't move and glared at it with the most menacing look I could conger up.
"You leave him alone!" I shout at it when I hear Bobby softly whimper from behind me.
"Olive, that's not Bobby. Bobby is dead, remember? He died in combat. If you don't believe me just look at the dog tags around your neck." It said, taking another small movement forward.
I hesitated for a moment before reaching my hand down to my neck lifting the tags closer to my face. I slowly lowered my eyes down to the tags. There was Bobby's name, staring back at me. My eyes started to water as I looked back at Bobby from behind me. His eyes were pointed in my direction, but there was no life in them. He lay dead, cold on the floor.
"B-Bobby?" I sputter out. The tears were falling freely down my face now as I start to shake.
"Olive, it's alright. Everything is going to be okay." It says reaching it's hand out slowly towards mine that still clutched the beaker. I didn't resist when I felt it pull the beaker out from my grasp, and threw it away from us. I was still looking at Bobby, feeling weak and drained. My Bobby. My poor sweet Bobby.
"Olive, come here. It's okay. Everything is fine, come here." It says pulling me to her. I finally pull my face away from Bobby's body and look at it.
"L-Lyra?" I ask, finally recognizing her, and being able to make out her face.
"Yes, yes it's me. You're in the lab remember. With me, Scarf boy and sweaters." Lyra said placing her hand on my shoulders. I look at her blankly for a moment before it starts to come back to me.
"Yes, I-I think so." I say so quiet I don't think she will be able to hear me. She looks over the person to her left and holds her hand out to him. I know recognize him as Sherlock. He places a syringe in her hand before she turns back to me, taking my arm.
"This is the antidote." Lyra says as she inserts the needle into my skin. After the antidote enters my blood stream, she takes a few steps back. John, who I now know was the figure on the right on Lyra, walked forward and knelt down in front of me.
"Olivia, your hand is bleeding." John says lifting my hand by the wrist and turns it over palm up. I looked down at my hand, which was covered in blood, and I could see little shards of glass poking out of the cut.
"I'll be right back." John says to me in a soft voice, before standing back up and picking up different things from the counter. I watch him the whole time, worried that if I look away, I might forget him again. He is back by my side in a matter of seconds. He held small tweezers, in one hand and a wet cloth in the other. Slowly, John reached out and grasped my hand gently, turning it palm up once again.
"This will probably sting a bit." John says to me before he starts removing the tiny shards of glass. My hand tenses up from the sharp sting it produced from being touched. I kept my eyes trained on John, so I wouldn't see my torn up hand.
A silence lingered over the both of us as John continued to tend to my hand. His eyebrows were turned down with concentration as he worked.
"I'm sorry." I quietly choke out when I can't take the silence any longer. He glances up at my face for half a second before his eyes go back to my hand.
"There is nothing to apologize for. It's not your fault these things have been happening to you." John said in a gentle voice. I didn't know how to reply, still feeling guilty about the whole ordeal. We were quiet for a stretched out moment before John spoke again.
"Who's Bobby?" John asks not looking up while he said it. All of the glass was now out of my hand and he was cleaning out the cuts. At the question my body tensed up. At my sudden change in demeanor, John pulled his gaze from my hand to my face. He looked me dead in the eye while I contemplated telling him. I took a deep breath before answering.
"When I was in the service, the squad I in was caught in a surprise attack. We weren't prepared and nearly every one died. Bobby saved my life, even when he was on the brink of death. He-he is-was my brother." I say, the whole time looking at the floor, unable to meet John's eyes. I had only ever openly told this to one person, and that was Lyra. The only reason I told her was because she was incessant about wanting to know the whole story. I finally caved after I nearly punched her.
When I finally looked up at his face, he was looking at me with a deep emotion I couldn't identify. When he didn't reply I continued to talk, trying to ease the intensity of the air that surrounded us.
"When I was hallucinating, I saw him wounded on the floor…" I say trailing off not wanting to go into detail. I looked back down at the floor, not sure what to say when John remained silent. A moment later, I felt an arm wrap around me. It took me a second to realize what was happening, before I realized John was pulling me into an embrace. I was stiff for a moment before burying my face in his neck and started to cry. I'm sure later I will be horribly embarrassed, but at the moment I don't care. All I want to do is let all of the stress and emotions I have been going through these last few days out.
I didn't cry for long. Just long enough for me to function again. I'm more then sick of crying. I take one last deep breath before pulling away from John drying my eyes with the back of my hand. John then helped me to feet, pulling me up with his hand. I could tell the antidote was working. I felt better than I had in days. My headache was almost completely gone, and I didn't feel the least nauseated or dizzy. The only thing that was bothering was my cut hand.
"How are you feeling Olive?" Lyra asks from a few feet away walking closer to me. I felt anger start to swell in the pit of my stomach.
"So, now you care…" I reply bitterly, refusing to look at her. Where does she get off asking me that question? She has known that my life has been in danger, and she just takes her sweet ol' time before mentioning it to me. I could have died, or worse, I could have put someone else in danger. She had no right keeping me in the dark.
"I have always put your safely into consideration." Lyra says in an even tone. She probably guessed what was going through my head.
"Forgive me, I didn't know not telling their friends they were slowly dying was caring about their safety. You will have to excuse my ignorance." I bite back, by voice dripping with sarcasm. I looked at her for a moment with a death glare, than started to walk out of the room. I didn't get far before Lyra stepped out in front of me.
"I did what was logical, Olive." Lyra says looking into my eyes.
"I'm sure…" I reply looking away from her. "It's always for the good of the case. You know what? You care more about the dead then you do about the living. But guess what Lyra, they aren't here anymore. Me, I'm here, standing in front of you, alive." I finish ripping my arm away from her and push the door open. Before I leave I turn to her one last time
"Maybe when my dead corpse is on one of those metal tables down the hall, you will be more inclined to care." I murmur, just loud enough for her to barely hear.
I stomp down the hall to the elevator in a whirl wind of rage. I can feel my hands slightly staking from my outbreak. I didn't like yelling at Lyra, and already started to regret my harsh words. I deserve to be angry, but the things I said to her were cruel. Once I made it outside I took a deep breath of fresh air. I slowly reach down to my feet and took off my heels before continuing down the road. I wasn't sure where I was going. I just let my feet lead me. The air was cool, just like it always is in London. I felt good on my lungs. I can feel it bring my limbs back to life with every step I take. The sound of the traffic reminded me of home. Just, quieter and with less shouting. It was surprisingly lulling.
I have been walking for a while now when I pass a small café. It looked quaint and not too crowded, so I decide to go in. Now that I didn't feel like the walking dead, I could feel the emptiness in my stomach. I walk up to the counter and order a sandwich. Once I get it, I sit next to the window at a small round table for two. I take a considerably large bite out of it almost purring in delight when it hits my stomach. Food really does taste better when you're super hungry. As I'm about to take another bite of my sandwich, my phone starts to buzz. I give out a large sigh as I put my food down, grabbing my phone. I swear if Lyra thinks she can just text me and everything will be okay, she has another thing coming. The irritation I was feeling is immediately dissipated when I see the message was from John
Where are you?
-JW
I let a small smile spread across my face before replying. He is always so concerned about me.
Small Café down the road
-OD
I put my phone away after the message was sent and continue to eat my sandwich, which is gone much too quickly. I continue to sit at the small café looking out the window letting my mind go blank. After a few more minutes, I see John come into the café. I look over to him as he sits down across from me. We just look at each other for a moment before he speaks.
"How you holding up?" he asks softly.
"Physically I feel fine but... I'm sorry about my outburst earlier. I was just…so mad at her I couldn't even think straight." I say slightly slouched in my chair, ashamed.
"That is actually why I am here. I was thinking about how you are mad at Lyra and everything and wanted to ask if you would like to stay with Sherlock and I for the time being. At least until things between you and Lyra are sorted. If you want to that is." John asks me fidgeting a bit in his seat.
I don't respond at first, shocked at the offer. That was not something I was suspecting, though the idea was very appealing.
"Oh no, John I couldn't. I don't want to impose on your home. You have already done so much." I say, though not whole heartedly.
"It's no problem really. We won't mind…well I won't, Sherlock might but everything upsets him so it doesn't really matter. I insist." John says reaching his hand across the table placing it on top of mine. I could feel heat rise up to my face, and slowly nodded my head. Maybe staying away from Lyra for a few days would help me. I don't know how I would deal with her having to share a room with her. John game me a small smile then stood up.
"Come on, I will show you the place." John says beckoning me to follow him.
About 10 minutes we arrived at the hotel to retrieve my belongings. A taxi drive later, I am standing on Backer Street in front of a door that read 221B. To my right, John is fumbling with some keys before he opens the door. I haul by suitcase into the house and follow John up the stairs. Not very gracefully I might add, with of the blasted stairs I have to climb with my suitcase. Once I enter their flat, I take a good look around. It's a quaint little place but I could clearly see that they both John and Sherlock live here. It's not exactly the most clean place I have laid my eyes on, but then again it could be worse. Also, as I looked around the view that lay before me, I notice how almost everything it Sherlock's. I suppose it makes sense when I think about it. From what I have gained from John and Sherlock's relationship, its that Sherlock pretty much dominates everything and John just kind of goes along with it. So, its not really surprising to me, to see that their flat is reflecting that. On one of the walls had a bright yellow smiley face spray painted on the wall, and litering that spray painted face, were bullet holes. My brain quietly recalled my incounter with Mrs. Hudson, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of great respect for the woman. She really must have a great deal of patience to be able to deal with Sherlock as a tenant. Next I notice a human skull sitting above the fire place. Sherlock again. In the corner by one of the windows, was a violin. I seriously doubt John is a violinist, so again I deem it Sherlock's. I take a few more steps into the flat to get a view of the kitchen and again, the majority of what I see it Sherlock. The entire table it filled with vials and test tubes.
"Just a heads up I wouldn't go looking into the fridge, oven, or microwave if I were you." John says from behind me and he takes off his jacket.
"Why?" I ask simply.
"Sherlock has a tendency of leaving human parts in them." John says blunting in an irritated voice. It must be a common argument between the two I decided.
"Thank you again for letting me stay here John. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it, really. You have been such a good friends to me." I say getting a little pink cheeked from the last bit I said.
"Not a problem. Stay a long as you need."
"And you're positive that it's okay for me to stay here. I would hate to get you and Sherlock into a fight. I mean, he can be mad at me for staying all he wants, but I don't want to cause any disagreement between the two of you." I say wringing my hands together a little nervously.
"He can be angry with me too for all I care, it's the least he deserves after what him and Lyra put you through." John said looking a little angry just mentioning what happened earlier. I couldn't help the small smile that crept onto my face at the him for caring so much. It was nice to have someone watching out for me. Lyra used to fit into this category as fell but she proved me wrong.
"Follow me, I'll show you where you will be staying." John said, picking up my bag and walking up the stairs, me trailing behind him.
LC
As soon as I told Olive she was poisoned, I could see the color drain from her face. I felt guilt creeping slowly in my stomach, but what I did was the most logical way to get the antidote.
"What?!" I heard John yell from behind Olive. "How long have you two known about this?!"
I felt Olive's glare on me, I couldn't look her in the eyes so I started looking at the floor in shamed. Suddenly I heard Scarf boy's voice.
"John please, calm down. We had to lure Artimis out somehow." said Scarf Boy, looking indignant.
"Lure?! You have got to be kidding me!" John shouts, throwing his arms in the air.
"It was necessary." I finally found my voice to speak, folding my arms across my chest. Suddenly Sweaters was yelling at Cheekbones about having me back. I was caught up in my rage that I forgot about Olive till I heard her softly call out to her brother.
"Bobby?" Olive whispered.
I started walking over to her, worried when she turned around to face me and her face was pale like she had seen a ghost. I tried reaching out to her but she back up and grabbed a beaker, smashing it and started using it as a weapon.
"Stay back!" Olive yelled as she held out the broken beaker towards us, ready to stab at any time. I knew the poison was hitting her hard, she was running out of time. I looked at Cheekbones, knowing that he made more of the antidote. But I needed to calm Olive down first, or she could end up killing us or herself. I signaled the boys to stay where they were as I slowly inched closer to her.
"Olivia it's me, try and calm down." But my words fell deaf to her ears. I tried moving closer but she scooted away, swinging her weapon.
"Don't move!" she screamed again, shaking with fear. I felt pain hit me again, this was my fault. Right?
"Olivia-"
"What-what do you want?" She whispered softly.
"Olive, it's me. It's Lyra. You need to calm down." I knelt down beside her, looking into her eyes so she knew it was me. But she gave me the stupid look she gave when she was trying to scare you away.
"You leave him alone!" She shouted as she shifted her weight, like she was protecting someone.
"Olive, that's not Bobby. Bobby is dead, remember? He died in combat. If you don't believe me just look at the dog tags around your neck." I said softly, trying to calm her down. Olive froze for a minute as she slowly lifter her tags up and read them slowly.
"B-Bobby?" She whimpered as tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"Olive, it's alright. Everything is going to be okay." I say softly as I slowly reached for her hand and grabbed it gently as I grabbed the broken beaker and threw it away.
"Olive, come here. It's okay. Everything is fine, come here." I whispered as I pulled her into a hug, not sure if it would help. But hugs were normal for friends to share when in an emotional state, right?
"L-Lyra?" She spoke softly, I smiled as she finally came back to reality.
"Yes, yes it's me. You're in the lab remember? With me, Scarf boy and sweaters." I placed my hands on her shoulders, as I noticed she was trying to figure out what was real or not.
"Yes, I-I think so." I sigh in relief with her response as I look over to Scarf boy and held out my hand, signaling him to give me the antidote. He hands me the syringe as I turn my attention back to Olive and grab her arm and turn her wrist upwards.
"This is the antidote." I say as I inject her with the antidote. As soon as it all was injected, I slowly get up and take a few steps back. Knowing she'll be mad when she finally comes back to being herself. John went to her side immediately, checking her wounds and all. He clearly liked Olive, but she was probably to blind by her crush on him to see it herself. I noticed Cheekbones was looking at me, I raise my eyebrow as I look at him back.
What's his problem?
I was about to ask Scarf boy if he was doing ok when I heard Olive cry. I turned my attention to her and watched as Doctor boy hugged her gently. So hugging was the right thing to do. She didn't cry for long as She got to her feet and wiped the tears away.
"How are you feeling Olive?" I say with curiosity, as I walked closer to her.
"So, now you care…" she replies with anger as she keeps her eyes down, not looking at me. I knew she would be upset, even angry, but this was all for the greater good. She just didn't understand, that I did this all for her safety.
"I have always put your safely into consideration." I say with ease. Did she not understand that she is the only person I care about. Because I would never tell her in words, but she must have guessed it by now.
"Forgive me, I didn't know not telling their friends they were slowly dying was caring about their safety. You will have to excuse my ignorance." She replied with bitterness. I roll my eyes, she was taking this all wrong. I was poisoned too, but she didn't even notice. She started walking off but I easily slide in front of her and grabbed her hand.
"I did what was logical, Olive." I said as I looked into her eyes.
"I'm sure…" she said as she looked away from me. "It's always for the good of the case. You know what? You care more about the dead then you do about the living. But guess what Lyra, they aren't here anymore. Me, I'm here, standing in front of you, alive." She shouted as she pushed my arm away and heads for the door.
"Maybe when my dead corpse is on one of those metal tables down the hall, you will be more inclined to care." She says softly as she finally storms out of the door.
I stepped back and felt pain swell up inside me. Usually when people say awful things to me, I just ignore them. But her words were like knives to my heart, something I never felt before.
"What you did, was dangerous. She could have died, do you not understand?" Sweaters starts saying as he starts leaving to get Olive. I turn to him, trying to hide my hurt feelings.
"Piss off." I said as I walked away, ignoring the glare from the Doctor as he runs out the door. I walk back to the lab to grab my phone when Cheekbones grabs my shoulders and looks at me.
"Why don't you tell her. That you were poisoned too, that you risked your life meeting Artimis for her?" He asked, as he tried looking for my reasoning. I looked into his blue eyes, feeling the pain slowly disappear when my phone went off. I shook my head and pushed him away, as I grabbed my phone.
"She doesn't need to know. She can be mad at me all she wants. As long as she's safe, I'm fine with that." I start walking outside, trying to catch some fresh air. I checked my phone and froze for a minute staring at the text.
He knows what I have done. He's after you –A
I checked over my shoulder as I hurried towards the hotel, forgetting my money in my coat. After 30 minutes of walking in the cold breeze I found the hotel had been cleaned. And not by the maids but by Olive. Her bed was made and her clothes and suit case were gone. I rolled my eyes as I found my favorite coat and put it on and sat down on the bed. I pulled out my phone and was about to call Olive when I decided that I didn't need her. She just got up and left over not telling her she was in danger. Did Olive not trust her life in my hands? I felt the pain swell up inside my gut again, and wouldn't go away. Was this what normal people felt after lying to a friend? I shook my head and put my phone back into my pocket, deciding that I needed to find out who this he was that Artimis kept referring to. I was about to grab Olive's laptop when I remembered she left. I sighed and called a cab as I headed down to the street.
I walked through the doors of Scotland yard towards Lestrade's office when Donovan stopped me in my tracks.
"Where's the other freak?" She said as he put her hand on her hip. Looking over me to see if Cheekbones was with me. My lip twitched in annoyance.
"If you mean Scarf boy, he's back at the lab." I said, trying to ignore her and head to see Lestrade.
"I heard you're just like him, a psychopath. You guys would make a great couple. Because no other women would want to be with him." She said as she followed me.
I blushed at the thought of us being a couple but my anger took over me that it didn't last long as I turned around and pushed her up against the wall, holding her shirt collar.
"First of all, we're sociopaths and you need to get the stick out or your arse, because you're the freak. Hooking it up with Anderson. Scrubbed his floors again I see? It must be hard to be on your knees scrubbing his floor this morning and having to go to work, on your feet all day. I bet he doesn't even pay you for it?" I gave her a smirk. It didn't last long till Donovan punch me in the face, as I stumbled back. The gun wound on the cheek exploded with pain as I got my footing and was about to return the favor when someone caught my hand and stopped me. I looked up to see Scarf boy, holding my arm and glaring at Donovan. She looked at me and smirked and walked away.
"Why did you stop me!? She bloody well deserved it." I said, angry with Cheekbones as I took my arm back from him, message my face.
"You would have gotten suspended if you did. And-" Sherlock looked at me for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of something in his eyes that made me feel at home.
"No need to thank me. I hate it when people get psychopath and sociopath mixed up." I said in defense, not wanting to hear what he had to say. My cheeks already felt hot as it was, with his blue eyes staring at me. I finally made it to Lestrade's office without interruptions when I walked into the door to see Lestrade leaning back in his chair with his feet on the desk.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm relaxing." He said as he took a bite out of his apple.
"I need to use your data base to look for the women with Artimis in the video tape. She is an excellent sniper and knows her way around a gun. She had Colt M16-A1 Rifle which is a high grade rifle used by the FBI so either she is still in the FBI using her power of the Government to help hide Artimis and his followers or she had gone rouge and is using Artimis to help her hide from the Government. So I need to go through the FBI's face recognition data base to find her." I said, trying to get this over with. Wasting my time over explaining this to him, when I could have already been busying looking for her. Lestrade sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he sat forward.
"You know that I don't have that power. I first would have to give them evidence that she is part of or use to be part of the FBI, which we don't have. And if she has gone rouge with will deny ever having heard of her. So I can't help you, our hands are tied." He said sadly as he finished his apple and tossed it in the trash, missing horribly.
"Just give me the password to access your data base and the rest I can do myself." I smirked at the challenge of hacking into the FBI's data base. Today would be a very fun and interesting day, and it would get my mind off of Olive. I could see Lestrade debate whether to give me the pass code but if he didn't give me permission I would just hack it. He finally sighed and threw up his hands in frustration
"OK, but if I get heat for this your arse is mine Lyra." He said as he wrote down the pass code on a slip of paper and slid it across his desk. I smiled as I took a step forward and took it and turned on my heels and headed towards the computer lab, Cheekbones following me.
"Why did you ask for the pass code when you could have just hacked it?" He asked, curious about my methods. Knowing him he would ask for forgiveness than permission, under normal circumstances I wouldn't waste my time with asking permission and just do what I want. But with Artimis, this women and the mysterious he Artimis mentioned , he has more connections than I have. I need more people who are willing to help, which I would never admit out loud.
"Like you said before, I am just a visitor here. Lestrade could easily kick me off this case and then Artimis would never be caught. So I'm trying to play nice." I said the last word with annoyance. I never had to play nice to get what I wanted, but I guess times call for desperate measures.
I reached the lab and sat down at a computer that was already on. I entered in Lestrade's username and pass code, which brought be to his desktop. I quickly opened the face recognition database and entered in the picture of the women from the video tape through the military, army and navy seal's records. Hoping that I didn't have to hack the FBI, because first it was a long and hard process, second I would have to work fast before the techs noticed that someone was fishing around in the database. Sadly after five minutes of waiting it came up empty. I sighed deeply as I noticed Scarf boy still standing behind me.
"Either your waiting for Sweaters or you just like hovering over people?" I said rudely, as his presents distracted me from my work. I could feel the warmth coming off of him and the smell of his after shave and of nicotine.
"I want to be here when you find out who she is. Knowing you, you'll probably go after her the second you find out. And you getting killed would devastate Olivia, this hurting John. Which I would like to avoid, so you are stuck with me for the time being. I don't like it either, but it is for the best."
I rolled my eyes as I sent the picture through the FBI database as an error screen popped up. Asking me for a username and password. As soon as it popped up I plugged in my USB drive and the software uploaded and I started typing. Computer code filled the screen as I typed away, trying to go fast so it leaves less of a trail behind. After about a good three minutes I was in. I smirked and cracked my knuckles as I uploaded the woman's photo and waited.
Suddenly I wake up to a loud beeping noise. I realize that I feel asleep on the table, waiting for the a match. I leaned up and noticed something warm and heavy over my shoulders. I reach around and find that its Scarf Boy's coat. I look around and didn't see him anywhere, I smile slowly as I bring his coat up and inhale his sweet scent. I hear footsteps coming down the hall as I snap out of my weird emotion and place it behind my chair and check the computer. What was that? I can't afford to focus on him, I need to get my head into the game. I ignore Cheekbones as he walks in, my full attention is on the computer. A name shows up in all caps IRIS along with an old photograph of the woman back in the 80's. I clicked on her name and a page popped up, it seemed like they didn't have much information about her or that it was classified. It seemed Iris was ex FBI and has been missing for years, they only had one photo of her and the last location she was spotted in. I clicked on her location as another page open with several photos of the place and spottings of Iris over the years. But the photos were blurry and hard to tell if it was really her.
"The place isn't too far from us. Just a couple of towns over, we should check it out." I said, with excitement. This was closer than I had been before with Artimis's case in months, I couldn't over look anything. I turned around to face Cheekbones and I could tell he was debating whether it was a good enough clue to actually check it out. His eyes suddenly met mine, I froze as I felt my cheeks start to burn. I could tell he was wondering what I was thinking when he stared to smile.
"Ok, But I'm driving and I call the shots. You don't think straight when it comes to Artimis and I don't want you to rush into things and have your blood on my hands." He said as he grabbed his coat and slipped it on as he tied on his scarf tightly and started walking out. I smirked and quickly wrote down the address and logged off as I followed him. My blood bumping and a grin plastered on my face, I could finally get that arse for cutting my cheek.
I quickly jumped out of the car when we finally arrive at 221B Baker Street, I run to the passenger side and open the door as Scarf Boy stumbles out of the car holding his bleeding leg. I sling his arm around my neck and help him up the stairs to his flat, ignoring his housekeepers cries and worried words. I feel him go limp half way up the stairs as I carry all his weight and kick open the door to see Olive holding John's hands as they sit across from each other, obviously in a conversation as they look up to see us.
"Bloody hell Sherlock!? What happened?" Sweaters says with concern as he hops up and walks towards Scarf boy. I slowly sit him down on a chair as John automatically goes into solider mode and gets out his equipment and starts tending to Cheekbones wound. He ignored his question and looks at me and slowly smiles as Olive's voice breaks our eye contact.
"Answer us! What happened?" Olive shouts, with her hand on her hip, meaning she was demanding the answer. I give her a quick look and flash her a quick smile and go to the kitchen and start washing off Cheekbone's blood off me.
"Nothing that concerns you. Why don't you go back to Sweaters and forget we are here for a case and not for romance." I spit out at her, as I shoot her a glare. I could see the hurt in her eyes as she steps back as if my words were knives. I look at her, regretting my words, but I deserved her hate. The feeling in my stomach comes back as I quickly take the wet towel and dash out the flat. Before Olive could reply and start forgiving me for what I had done to my only friend. I hop into the car and drive back to the hotel so I could wash off the blood and grease. The more distance that I put between us made the feeling in my stomach go away and I slowly started smiling. I grabbed a paper out of my coat that I took from Iris before she burned the place down. It was a message in a code to her and Artimis, all I had to do was decode it and I would know what he needed from Iris. I will find you, even if it kills me.
