Sherlock stood holding on a pole on the tube. He wore a green hoodie and a pair of saggy jeans. He was much paler now, paler than he had ever been before. He was also much thinner, unhealthy thin. His hair was dyed a gingery color and he wore green contact lenses.
Although he went by Caractacus Einson now, those who were working with him and his brother giving him information knew him as 'Cat'. He didn't look at anyone of anything, he stared out into nothing. That is what those you glanced at him saw, a young looking men staring off into space. What they did not know was that he was following someone on the tube. How any of the other passengers could knew that they were riding with a sniper? And who honestly would have guessed that along with a sniper they were riding with the world's only presumed dead consulting detective?
Once they stopped and the passengers began to pile out, Sebastian Moran slipped his way into the crowd. Sherlock tried hard to keep his eye on him and look as ordinary as possible at the same time. All Sherlock wanted to do was run up to Sebastian, jump him and do something to him which was very illegal. He came to a bus stop where Sebastian was when his phone beep.
Where are you? Have you found him? -Mh
Bus stop outside from the tube. -SH
Don't lose him, if you do everything we have done so far will be in vain! -MH
Then why don't you quit texting me and leave me be so I can focus! -Sh
Sherlock stuffed his phone back in the pocket of the hoodie. Honestly, how was he supposed to still in character with Mycroft texting him every 5 minutes! As he got on the bus, he sat in the very front and kept his head down. To anyone who saw him, he looked like depressed young adult who could very well do something stupid the next day. Sebastian sat in the very back, he was out of Sherlock's vision, but he knew he was there none the less.
"...Creeper..."
"...Emo..."
"...Freak..."
He could hear people whispering about him on the bus. Two high school girls sat towards the middle front, they were dressed in short shorts and one in a tube top and the other in belly shirt. Dear God their so obvious! One has two boys friends, is an only child, her father is an alcoholic and beats her, her mother is dead and she is failing in most of her classes.
A shady smirk grew on Sherlock's face, deducing people was the closest thing to 'fun' he had since the he faked his death. No more cracking jokes with John, so more insulting Anderson, no more running about chasing killers in the wee hours of the morning.
He cast a careful glance to the window behind the girl as he read her text to one of her boyfriends.
Ugh, theirs (there's) some creeper on the bus! He looks like he is going start a shoot up or something. cannot (cannot) wait to get off!
Sherlock took one look at the girl next to her as his smile grew.
Is jealous of her friend, single, multiple brothers and sisters, has a small pet dog, and is starving herself because she is bullied at school.
The bus finally came to a stop and Sebastian got off along with Sherlock and three others.
Nurse, stay-at-home mom, was currently fired but hasn't told his family yet.
He followed Sebastian down the street until Sebastian stop to catch a cab. As Sherlock walked by everything seemed to move in slow motion as Sherlock perked up and listened to the address Sebastian gave the cabbie. It was the address to a five-star hotel.
Hmmm...He must know or is planning on that I come return to London; he must be planning on taking me out. But how could he know that I'm still alive? And hasn't he killed anyone yet? (Not that I'm complaining). Oh, maybe he doesn't know I'm still alive. So this is a test than.
As Sherlock sat on a bench to wait for the next bus he grabbed a newspaper. Truth be told it was the same one that Kitty Riley worked for. Well, previously worked for, Mycroft took care of her. What he did he wasn't sure, but all he knew was that she was no longer living in London. Yes, Sherlock Holmes was back in London, but so was Sebastian Moran. This was a game changer, for Sebastian to come here must mean that he knows or suspects that Sherlock is still alive, so, that must mean that someone told him. Which brings Sherlock to a final question before the bus arrives, who was this new player and how did they know Sherlock was still alive?
It was late and Sherlock had already booked a room as far away from where Sebastian was stay while still being able to keep an eye on him. Today was day 5, which meant that it had been 5 days since he had eaten last. If he wanted to keep up his energy and still be able to stop Moran, he would need to eat something, and soon, for he was already feeling light headed. Sherlock order some take out from a local Chinese restaurant, it wasn't as good as the he and John use to go to, but all in all it didn't really matter to him, as long as he got energy to continue his pursue of Moriarty's web.
As Sherlock left the restaurant his phone went off.
Meet me in the alley to your left. Don't worry, no one is watching. -D
Sherlock looked up from his phone and saw by a bakery a couple blocks down was a darkened alley. Shoving his phone back in the pocket in his hoodie, he walked over towards the alley.
"Hell'o Mr. Holmes, nice to see you back in London."
Sherlock smiled, "And you Dodgy, but please, the name is Caractacus Einson."
"Ah, so you're this 'Cat' I kept hearing about. Now straight to business, may I ask what brings you back to London?" Dodgy said keeping a sly smirk on her face the entire time.
"How did you know I was here?"
"How do you think?"
Sherlock stared hard at Dodgy. Most of the people in the homeless network would do what they were told without a question. Dodgy was a only a teenager, a rebellious, sneaky and knew her way around.
"You were threatened."
"Glad to see you haven't lost your touch, continue."
Sherlock spoke as slowly walked towards her, "The day I faked my death, you were there, but not with the others, you did what I asked, filmed it on your phone, and someone found out. They threatened you and now you need help."
Dodgy sighed in defeat, "Sebastien Moran, apparently I was caught on a CCTV camera filming something. He threatened me, he doesn't know your alive, but his is suspicious. I didn't show him the video; I deleted the video right after I did what you asked. I told Moran that if he returned to London, if you were still alive, you would somehow find out and return yourself."
"What did he offer you?"
"1 million American dollars."
"And you accepted." It was a statement not a question. Sherlock smiled a Your-so-clever-I've-taught-you-well smiled.
"And you're telling me so I get him first before he gets me and you still get your money. Aren't you so clever. I must admit I'm impressing, how you'd do it without Mycroft finding out? I told him to keep a close eye on London for me. Looks like you've been doing a better job than the British government."
"I was planning on tell either of you two, but ever since Moran has been keeping a close eye on me. I was surprised I could get a chance to see you now, but once he got the news that he was last of Moriarty's web, he's been a bit...distracted."
"Dodgy, you've done enough to earn that million. Don't spend it all in one place." Sherlock said as turned and left. Now Sherlock knew he had to act fast, if Moran found out he was still alive than he would kill John the next chance he got. Dodgy did a good job on lowering Moran out for Sherlock, now all he had to do was wait for the right moment.
It appears a certain Alexander Flames is meeting an antecedence of yours at a wrestling tournament. -MH
Sebastian Moran? -SH
Appears so; would you like me to get you a back stage ticket? -MH
It would help greatly. -SH
Pick them up at the front desk at the motel -MH
Thank you, and how was the root canal? -SH
Please focus on the task at hand Sherlock, remember it's you who wants to return 'home' as soon as possible. -MH
Sherlock put his phone back in his pocket and walked to his motel. He was so close, just this last person and then he could go back home.
Just a few more days, then everything will be over.
