"Dark, quiet, empty...Hmmm, oh yeah, it's large too, secluded, now tell me Dr. Watson, what does it sound like I'm describing?"
That voice, he could almost recognize it, where had he heard it before?
Focus on the task at hand.
Dark quiet empty...Could be a lot of things. Large and secluded, also could be a lot of things. But when the voice spoke, it echoed.
So building.
Dark, Quiet, Empty.
A movie theater? Ah, but theaters aren't secluded. So, perhaps somewhere abandoned, like a...a...a...A warehouse! But- but there was carpet underneath his head, warehouses aren't carpeted. So, large and carpeted, so a public area and empty must mean it's abandoned or just not in use at the moment. It was the middle of the day right? So either the place only opened at night or was abandoned, most likely abandoned.
Quiet.
Why mention it's quiet? Wouldn't empty have covered that? Maybe the place was quiet when it was in use.
Ow! Why does my head hurt? Must...Stop...Thinking...
"Too Long."
A single blow caused a panging sensation in John's head.
"We're in an abandoned Library, in case you're wondering."
Ah.
"Don't worry about the headache Dr. Watson, it was unfortunate. I did tell my men to be gentle with you, but apparently a certain brother of a mutual acquaintance is onto me. But don't fret pet, so it will all be over, your little detective friend will show up, I kill you, I kill him, and then this whole mess will done and over with! Of course that means I'll have to act quick with the DI and Government so close behind. But I already have people ready to take care of them in case they decided to crash the party."
Wait...detective friend? Wasn't Greg Lestrade my 'detective friend'? Why, whoever this person is, talking about two different detectives? I'm pretty sure Greg is the only 'Detective Friend' I have. Well, besides...
"You're probably wondering why you can't talk? You see, our old pal Jim Moriarty had a plan for just in case he did make it out alive. A Scientist who owned Moriarty a favor just discovered a new drug. Just a small dose can cause a small high, a medium dose can give ya' an exceedingly amount of energy, then puts you straight to sleep, but used before sex. A larger dose can cause you to black out and slightly paralyzed for a bit, which is what you got. Anymore then that will kill you, but only the stupidest addict would ever even consider taking that much."
I'm calling it 'Poppy', ya' know, like the flower? Suppose to represent Sleep, Peace and Death."
Sherlock was seconds away from yelling at 'Mikel' to hurry about again. He had already yelled at the man three times now. Two times to go faster and once because he dare go under 70 mph. 'Mikel' was driving down town and heading towards an old library. Sherlock remembered the library; it had closed a few days after his fifth case with DI Lestrade. Not five months later a dead body was found there, it felt almost wrong to be here again.
Just as Sherlock was walking up the steps to the library he noticed five black cars all hiding in either alleyways or parked somewhere on the street. There was also a homeless man sitting by the building directly across from the library, except he wasn't homeless. Going by his shoes and the watch on his arm he most likely owned a car worth more than John made in an entire year.
Sherlock entered the library; everything seemed to be just as it were all those years ago.
Except for the bullion board on the wall.
Book donations by the front desk.
Children reading by Lucy Jays at 2:30.
See our new book collection in the East Wing!
See a librarian about the fee for overdue books!
Come see John Watson's death in the West Wing at 3:33 exactly! Don't be late!
New book series for new parents!
Sherlock scanned around the room and found the staircase that lead to the two wings. He made a sharp turn left and flung the doors open.
"Hello Moran."
John had finally gotten the feeling back in his entire body when Sherlock burst through the doors. John couldn't decide on laughing or crying, his mind fought between saying Finally! Or a string of swears and punching the man. If it weren't for the fact that Moran was about to kill them both, he would have killed Sherlock himself.
John couldn't see Sherlock, for he was tied to two columns in the middle of the room. Although he could feel again, his strength hadn't come back yet, if he tilted his head back enough he could just see Sherlock's head.
Whatever the drug was that Moran given him not only paralyzed him, but also took all the energy out of him, dried up his throat and mouth and also a monstrous headache.
"Guess that homeless girl was worth my time. Good thing too, I was starting to get worry. Once I found out she had talk with the Doctor here, I thought I was going to have to get someone to kill her. What do you think Dr. Watson? Maybe I should kill her, ya know once I'm done with you two, just to clean up some loose ends."
"The building is surrounded Moran, by my brother's men and soon to be the Scotland Yard. Moriarty's web is gone; yours will be gone before it ever even began. You weren't made to play this game Moran, give up now before you end up getting killed."
"They only people going to be killed are you two! Oh yes, by the way Doctor, William sends his regards, unfortunately he had an appointment he for his future career, feeding the worms of the earth. "
John wasn't sure how he felt about William, the man was a fool. John felt bad for him, maybe it was because they both had sisters with problems, and maybe it was because he looked like Sherlock, or perhaps it was because he was never really a bad guy, but, like John, was desperate for a way out. But John also was repealed, William was an actor, honestly, John couldn't even be sure if Will was ever on their side.
William Andrew was a fool and they could be sure he had died a fool's death.
"The bloke walked right into his own death, Lucy was the one who killed him in the end. She was one of the ones watching you at the club you and Will were at. It was simple really, Lucy picked him up from the motel, took him back to our headquarters, they have a beer or two, Lucy and Will get cozy then-" Moran made a ripping noise and swiped his hand across his neck. "They'll find William's body on one side of London and his head on the other."
"I'm sure Moriarty would be proud of you." Said Sherlock, who still hadn't moved from his sport by the doors. Moran gave a smug smile, pleased with himself.
"Except for one small detail."
Moran's smile insistently dropped, "What!? What did I miss!?"
Sherlock smiled and shook his head sadly. "Honestly Moran, I thought you're cleverer than that. Do you honestly think my brother would allow my look-a-like to move into Baker Street without him being on his surveillance? You could have had Mr. Andrews killed anywhere and your little 'web' might have gotten away, thought honestly probably not so don't beat yourself up too much. But you just had to have that victory, that no matter what Scotland Yard do or who they go to, you'll always have complete control.
I wouldn't worry about it too much, we all have our little flaws, but this one will cost you. Right now, my brother's men are not only surrounding this library, but are also surrounding your headquarters. I wouldn't be surprised to find out the maker of this new drug, which you've stupidly tested on John, will be arrested within oh...4-6 hours? Depending on the weather and traffic, you know."
That was the first time Sherlock had even mentioned John since he stepped into the room. John was slowly gaining his strength back, if he could just see Sherlock-... No use, he would just have to trust Sherlock. John wanted to laugh; he honestly thought he would never say that sentence again!
"You know, I never did give a crud about that idiot scientist. My 'little web' as you put it is also disposable; the only thing that really matters is that you and your little pet here snuffed out."
Moran took out his gun and pointed it at John, "Any last words Watson? You should have gotten your voice back by now."