"He just got into a cab." Thea said, looking out the window, watching the cab pull away from the curb of Baker Street.
"I told you, Karr-Michael, he does that." Sally said. Thea shook her head at the detective, looking at John. They were both worried about Sherlock. "He bloody left again. We're wasting our time!" She snapped as she walked back into the kitchen.
John was calling the pink phone, but it was just ringing and ringing and ringing. "If it's ringing, it's not here."
"Sherlock was right." Thea muttered. "Do the search again, John, please." He nodded, beginning the search again on the cellphone.
"Does it matter? Does any of it? You know, he's just a lunatic, and he'll always let you down, and you're wasting your time. All our time." Donovan said.
"You know, Sally, you didn't have to come. You could be at home, sleeping comfortably next to Anderson." Thea threw her a smirk. Donovan glared at her. Lestrade glanced between Thea and Donovan.
"Okay, everybody. Done 'ere."
"Seriously? Lestrade!"
"Without Sherlock, we have nothing."
"We are so close! Sherlock wouldn't just leave without knowing what he was getting into. Besides, we will know where the phone is going." Thea said, placing her hand on the chair.
"It's too late, Thea."
"Sir,"
"This was a mistake. I'll see you in the office tomorrow morning." Thea sighed heavily, nodding her head at her boss. "Why did he do that? Why did he have to leave?" Lestrade said, picking up his jacket.
"You know him better than I do."
"I've known him for five years, and no, I don't."
"So why do you put up with him?"
"Because I'm desperate, that's why." Lestrade headed towards the door. "And because Sherlock Holmes is a great man. And I think one day, if we're very, very lucky, he might even be a good one." Lestrade stated. Thea looked down at the ground, sitting on the coffee table.
A few minutes in silence, Thea and John decided that they were just going to give up on this and head home. Thea noticed John's lacking of a cane as he walked. "John?" She asked as he headed towards the door.
"Yeah?"
"Your cane." She pointed to the cane that sitting on the table.
"Oh, right." As John went to grab it, the computer chimed, making both John and Thea dropped what they were going to do to look at the screen. The location of the cellphone currently. John pulled out a small notebook, writing down the address that was presented to them. Thea grinned at John Watson, quickly running out of the door with John right behind her.
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"Look, it's Detective Inspector Karr-Michael, I need to talk to Detective Inspector Lestrade. He was just 221 Bake Street, please just tell him to call me. It's important." Thea nearly yelled into the phone as John gave directions to the driver.
Soon enough, Thea got a hold of Lestrade. "Greg, Sherlock was right. The phone – we know where the phone is." Thea told him where the phone was located. Thea, however, didn't tell him that she and John were already there. As soon as Lestrade said he was bringing a team to the college, Thea hung up on him instantly.
"Oh, uh, which building?"
John gulped, making a snap choice. Thea followed, reaching for her gun that she kept on her person in times like this. John and Thea searched each room in the second building, looking for Sherlock and the taxi driver. Looking everywhere, neither of them could find Sherlock.
"Sherlock?" John called out. His voice echoed, but there were no other voices in the building. They entered a dark classroom when Thea's eyes widened. "Sherlock!" John and Thea cried out, seeing the back of Sherlock's head. Sherlock was holding up a bottle with a pill inside.
Thea's heart was pounding as Sherlock began to open the bottle. "Oh my God! He's going to take the pill!" John took the gun from Thea, raising his arm up, shooting straight at the cabbie. The bullet broke through the two windows, straight into the cabbie's chest, close to his heart.
Thea grabbed her gun from John, hiding it in its normal place. John took her wrist, pulling her along to run off. They couldn't be present when the cops arrived to the scene. Now more officers would be called from the people around the college for the gunshot. Thea and John ducked into the shadows just as the first round of cop cars arrived.
Later, Thea stood with Lestrade, pretending she only just arrived. Her hands were in her jacket pockets, getting information from Lestrade about what happened. "The bullet, Thea, it came from a handgun."
"You don't say."
"Thea,"
"I wasn't here, Lestrade. I can't help you."
"Thea,"
"Oh look, Sherlock's ready for you. Excuse me." Thea turned on her heels, walking off towards John who was standing awkwardly, watching from afar. Thea gave him a smile as she stood next to him. "They don't know. I'll make sure of it. I'll get myself a new gun tomorrow." Thea said.
"How?"
"This isn't my first gun, John, I know what to do, don't worry." She smiled at him. Sherlock approached them, seeing they were lying about what happened.
"Good shot."
"Yes. Yes, must have been, through that window."
"Need to get the powder burn out of your fingers. I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case." John cleared his throat. "And Thea, that gun."
"I don't know what you are talking about, Sherlock. I didn't bring my gun tonight." Thea said, crossing her arms.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, of course I'm all right."
"Well, you have just killed a man."
"Yes, I…" John trailed off. "That's true, innit?" John asked, giving a smile. "But he wasn't a very nice man."
"No, no, he wasn't really, was he?" Sherlock nodded.
"And frankly a bloody awful cabbie." Sherlock chuckled, making Thea giggle.
"That's true. He was a bad cabbie. Should have been the route he took us to get here!" Sherlock complained. Thea shook her head as John laughed.
"Stop! Stop, we can't giggle, it's a crime scene! Stop it!"
"You started it!" Thea said. "You smiled first!"
"You're the one who shot him. Don't blame me."
"Keep your voice down!" John snapped as they walked by Donovan. Thea gave her a smug look in passing. "You were gonna take the damned pill, weren't you?" John asked.
Sherlock stopped looking at the detective and doctor. "Course I wasn't. Biding my time, knew you two would turn up." Sherlock said.
"No, you didn't. It's how you get your kicks, isn't it? You risk your life to prove you're clever." John said.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you're an idiot." Sherlock smiled at them. Thea grinned at both John and Sherlock.
"Dinner?"
"Starving."
"Just as long as it isn't that last place you brought us." Thea said.
"End of Baker Street, there's a good Chinese stays open 'til two. You can always tell a good Chinese by examining the bottom third of the door handle." Sherlock explained. "Oh, do continue, Mr. Science of Deduction, sounds fascinating." Thea rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face.
"Sherlock." Sherlock and Thea turned towards John. He was pointing a man and a woman. It was Mycroft Holmes. "That's him. That's the man I was talking to you about." John said.
"I know exactly who that is." They approached; Thea kept her hands deep in her clothes.
"So, another case cracked. How very public spirited…though that's never really your motivation, is it?" Mycroft asked.
"What are you doing here?"
"As ever, I'm concerned about you."
"Yes, I've been hearing about your concern." Sherlock commented, glancing between John and Thea.
"Always as aggressive. Did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?" Mycroft asked. "Oddly enough, no." Sherlock said.
"We have more in common than you like to believe. This petty feud between us is simple childish. People with suffer…and you know how it always upset mummy." Mycroft said. John frowned at that. Thea snickered, making the brothers look at her.
"I upset her? Me?" Mycroft didn't like Sherlock's tone. "It wasn't me that upset her, Mycroft." Sherlock said.
"No, no, wait. Mummy? Who's mummy?" John asked. "Mother – our mother. This is my brother, Mycroft. But Thea, you figured that out." Thea nodded her head at Sherlock.
John stared at Thea, wondering how she was able to figure that out.
"Putting on weight again?"
"Losing it, in fact."
"He's your brother?"
"Of course he's my brother."
"So he's not…" John stopped talking instantly. "Not what?" Sherlock asked. Thea pressed her lips together, keeping her from laughing out loud. John just shrugged, ignoring the whole thing now.
"I dunno – criminal mastermind?"
"Good save, Doctor Watson."
"Close enough."
"For goodness' sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government." Mycroft said. "Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home. You know what it does for the traffic." Sherlock commented, walking away from his brother and his assistant. Thea followed suit, shaking her head.
"Is Mycroft actually concerned for you, Sherlock?" Thea asked. "Seems so." Sherlock shrugged.
Thea shook her head as John caught up with them. "So, dim sum?" He asked.
"That sounds so good right now!"
"Mmm! I can always predict the fortune cookies." Sherlock said.
"No, you can't."
"Almost can. You did get shot, though." Sherlock said.
"Sorry?"
"In Afghanistan. There was an actual wound." Sherlock stated. "Oh, yeah. Shoulder." John said.
"Shoulder! I thought so."
"No, you didn't."
"The left one."
"Lucky guess."
"I never guess."
"Yes, you do." John laughed, making Thea laugh along with him. Sherlock smiled at Detective Thea Karr-Michael and Doctor John Watson. Thea smiled right back at him, the three of them were going to make a great team.
I actually posted twice this week! :D That's a first in a long ass time! But today is special - today is my 23rd birthday!
Hard to believe I'm actually 23-years-old, but it's true! And I've finished the first case! Thank God! It was taking forever! Off to case number two!