Chapter Eleven
Sherlock was awoken violently by the vibration of his cell, he could have sworn his eyes were on fire, it hurt badlly to be awoken by 1.30am when he was sure he had just slept about an hour ago, he cursed. Sleeping close to Watson felt weird, but oddly warming, he knew he had a friend who had his back, although he'll never admit it to him, he hated to drag Watson into the impending danger, but knowing the old doctor, he loved this sought of thing. He smiled and picked up the phone, there was a short message from a programmed number, asking him to come to the rooftop of the hotel, his mind immediately flashed backed to Moriaty and the final problem. He left the phone beside Watson and got out of the sheets, and began putting on his trademark costume. He picked up his pistol and tucked it in, he knew he wouldn't need it, but darn him if he refused the urge to carry it, he might need to use it to make a valid point.
The elevator was chilled and it made him shiver involuntarily, it moved up slowly and noiselessly, only the ear boring music and the ting that indicated change of floors. Finally he was at the roof, and he got out, standing there was a familiar figure in a coat holding a walking staff, Holmes knew immediately who it was, Colonel Moran! "Hello Sherlock" Moran said with his thick British accent, his smart blue eyes boring into Sherlock, "I know you thought Lestrade could hold me forever" He said smiling, and beginning to pace around Sherlock, "Murder I believe was the charge? You thought you had waited patiently enough for me to make the mistake that would end me, one thing you didnt count on however was the fact that Moriaty, our mutual friend will never leave alone one who has done as he asked" He stopped right in front of Sherlock staring him in the eye. Though Sherlock looked calm and cold on the outside, it was pretty hard for him not to break down and scream while plugging bullets into this man, "What have you done to Lestrade?" Sherlock asked calmly, "O Your old pal is fine, I spoke with him on the phone yesterday, he meant to call you, but I forbade him, I am in charge now" He said smiling, "I control the organisation you are investigating, the cell in London that is, my pal RedJohn controls the one here in America, and we all answer to your friend Moriaty, whom you presumed you killed three years ago" He turned dead serious now, "But you can't kill what won't die Sherlock, you can't!" he leaned in and whispered into Sherlock's ears, Sherlock drew back a bit, "Why are you here?" He asked calmly, "To aide you, Sherlock, you and your friend Patrick are a tad back and missing the point, we did not only make the murders pubic to communicate to members of the organization, but also to call you and Patrick in, you see, you and Patrick have one thing in common, you both thought you killed your arch rivals" He sighed, "My buddy RedJohn has a score to settle with Patrick and I and Moriaty with you, you're the bigger fish to fry in this gig" He smiled again, "You don't seem to be at your best here however, you keep missing clues, go back to Getrams house and look for what you missed, Moriaty will contact you if necessary, keep this cell" He handed Sherlock a postpaid cell and left by jumping down the hotel then deploying a parachute, Holmes just stood and watched in silence.
"Stop that Jane" Teresa whispered turning to look at Jane, "you know I am tired, and we have to be up early", "What?" Jane asked innocently, " I am pretty sure I was about to sleep" he said whilst raising himself on an elbow, just then his phone rang, a programmed number, he looked at Lisbon, then picked up the phone, "Hello Patrick" a sweet small voice said over the other line, "Do you give up yet?" and then the caller hung up, Jane could have had a heart attack, his face went pale, "What is it?" Lisbon asked concerned, "Goddamnit Jane, who was that?" Lisbon asked harshly when he did not reply, "It's RedJohn, he is alive" Jane replied, "but that's impossible", Lisbon remarked, "you killed him right? Maybe its just one of his henchmen messing with you", "No Lisbon, I know that voice anywhere" Jane replied, "we've to contact Abbott."