Everyone, I have big news.
I drank tea today.
Do I like it? I'm not sure yet. I'm going to have to experiment in what little free time I have.
Anyway, here's that exciting chapter I promised!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
Sherlock and Lestrade sat in a car looking directly down between Flannary Street. A lone figure stood in the snow between the rows of buildings. Kailey was in position.
"I'm not so sure I can do this." Kailey said. She was wired and the receiver sat on the dashboard in the car.
"You'll do fine." Lestrade assured her. "Just say what Sherlock says." He glanced at the detective, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Sherlock had burrowed into his coat, his head being the only visible body part. His brow was furrowed and he had said nothing.
So far.
"We see him," said one of the snipers positioned on the roof of the building behind Kailey. His voice floated through the receiver.
Sherlock broke his position, reached forward, and grabbed the microphone connected to the reliever. He started to peak into it. "I know who you are."
"I know who you are." Kailey stood in the cold and the snow and shouted it up toward the windows. In the car, Lestrade tuned the volume down.
"I know what you did." Sherlock continued. "You can't hide anymore."
Kailey repeated what he said.
"There's police waiting for you, so if you don't want to cause a fuss, come quietly." Kailey stood uncertainly, as the wind blew down the street.
"I'm the one you want." Sherlock spoke calmly into the microphone. "I;m right here, so come get me."
Kailey felt tears well up in her eyes and her voice cracked as she yelled out the words.
"Sherlock!" Lestrade hissed in protest. Sherlock ignored him.
"You killed my parents, so why don't you shoot me now?"
Kailey was openly crying now.
"Sherlock, that's enough!" Lestrade made a move to take away the mike.
"He's gone!" The sniper's voice cut through the air. Sherlock sat forward in anticipation.
Out on the street, Kailey stood there, her breath heaving as she attempted to calm herself down. Why did he make her say those things? He knew how much it hurt, so why-
The door to the building opened. She stopped crying. A large, burly man stepped put and walked toward her.
"So, yer he one who gotta away?" He stopped several feet in front of her. Kailey said nothing.
"Well, you've probably heard about O'Malley by now," he said. "And you probably know that O'Malley doesn't leave no loose ends." With that declaration, he pulled put a pistol and aimed it at Kailey's chest.
Somebody help me, she thought as she stared at the weapon with no uncertain horror.
"O'Malley."
Their heads turned and saw Sherlock standing several yards away. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets and the wind was blowing the hem of his coat around.
The Irishman snorted. "And just who are you su'posed to be?" he asked.
Sherlock paused for a moment. "Your worst enemy."
At that moment, two policemen tackled O'Malley to the ground. His gun flew out of his hand, sliding a little bit in the snow before it finally stopped to rest.
Kailey started to sob again, standing still while all the commotion happened around her. She was aware of Sargent Donavan walking around her to where O'Malley lay being handcuffed. Her nose started to run.
John jogged up to her side. "Kailey, are you all right?"
Kailey nodded, to shook up to think reasonably.
"Come on, let's get you inside." John took her arm and put his arm her shoulder. He led her from Flannary Street to the nearest car. They passed by Sherlock, and John gave him a look. They kept walking.
Sherlock stood still and stayed silent throughout the entire thing.
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