Ok I got more reviews and there for I'm posting chapter 5. Again I forgot to say I own Abigail and that is all. The others belong to Arthur Conan Doyle. R&R and enjoy!
An awkward silence filled the room, as Watson seemed to gather his thought about his friends supposed death. I looked between the two before looking to the ground with a sigh. Holmes cleared his throat and turned his gaze to the desk as Watson stared to the ground.
"How long?" Was all John could ask.
"Two months." Sherlock answered. Watson nodded and the silence returned before another question came to his mind.
"Why didn't you tell me you were planning this?" Watson asked. Holmes sighed and looked to him.
"I thought it was best that no one knew I was alive." Sherlock answered.
"Except Ms. Adler?" John asked pointing to me. Sherlock sighed again and nodded once.
"If not for Abigail, I would still be laying down by the shore most likely dead from Hypothermia." John nodded once but glared to Holmes.
"You never once though of telling me?" Watson asked. Holmes slowly shook his head and earned a small growl from Watson. I expected another question to leave Watson's lips yet never expected what he did next. Watson walked to the table and sent his fist towards Holmes, hitting him in the nose. Holmes sat back in his seat with a groan and touched his nose gently. "You selfish bastard! How could you put me through that!" Watson snapped. "I thought you were dead! I went though hell trying to forget that night...The nightmares, the tears." Watson looked down unable to hold a gaze. Holmes smiled slightly and nodded once.
"I am sorry..." Holmes said. "I never meant to cause you any distress." Watson sighed and looked to Holmes. I knew he saw the sincerity in Holmes's eyes and nodded once. I smiled to myself and looked out the window.
"What happened to Moriarty?" Watson asked. Holmes shrugged and reached across me for his pipe.
"I don't know. He could still be very much alive, like myself." Holmes answered. I handed me the lighter to light his pipe all the while keeping his gaze to Watson. I light the tobacco and set the lighter back down. Watson sighed and sat down in a nearby seat.
"What are you doing here Ms. Adler?" Watson asked.
"I am here to uncover the mystery surrounding my sister, Irene." I answered.
"I thought she was killed by Moriarty." Watson said. I shook my head and looked at him.
"She is very much alive Doctor." I stated.
"And missing." Holmes finished my thought. I nodded once and looked back out the window.
"Who else knows?" Watson asked.
"Mycroft, Ms. Hudson, Abigail and Irene." Holmes answered.
"And now you." I said. Watson nodded and looked to the ground.
"What is your plan now?" Watson asked.
"The plan is to lie low until all of Moriarty's men are taken care of." Holmes said.
"And if he is alive after the fall, we will bring him down once more." Watson said. Holmes nodded and took a puff from pipe and lean back in his seat. I rose off the desk and walked to the window looking off into the distance in thought.
"If he is alive would she go back to him?" I asked.
"It's possible." Watson answered. I nodded and glared to the people walking down the street, spotting a man exiting a wagon and walking down the alley. I looked away from the window with a sigh.
"Should we get to work?" I asked. The two men in the room with me nodded. Holmes looked to me and nodded as I made my way to the door. "I'll meet you at the Royale, six thirty am I correct?" I asked.
"Yes." Was the answer I got. I grabbed my coat and walked out of the room and down the stairs to the main door. I left 221 b Baker street and made my way down the street following the man that walked down the alley moment's ago. "The games a foot, follow your spirit and upon this charge. Cry god for Harry, England and St. George."