Here's the next chapter. I'm getting close to the ending, so be sure to stay tuned.
Disclaimer: I don't Sherlock.
O'Malley was placed in an interrogation room once he arrived at New Scotland Yard. Kailey was given a chair in Lestrade's office with a cup of hot chocolate. Lestrade himself took coffee with a dash of whiskey and John took tea.
Lestrade waited a moment before asking the inevitable question: "So, how do we pin the murders on him?"
"We, uh, could get the C.I.A. involved." John said.
"It won't do us any good." Sherlock said.
"Can I talk to him?" Kailey asked. She had been silent during the car ride and during the arrival at the station.
The three men turned to look at her. "I don't think that's a–" Lestrade blustered.
"Please? Just one question. It's for closure."
Lestrade sighed. "Fine. As long as someone goes in with you."
"Can Sherlock come?"
John was surprised at the request and looked at Sherlock to see how he responded to it. His face didn't reveal anything.
Lestrade felt like he was losing control of the situation, and frankly, quite helpless. "Only if he wants to."
Kailey turned and looked at Sherlock. "Please?"
Sherlock starred at her. Her eyes were pleading him to say yes. He thought about what O'Malley was going to say as the answer to her question. He nodded his head.
Kailey stood up, took one last sip from her hot chocolate, and followed Sherlock out the door.
O'Malley was handcuffed to the table. He sat facing the one-way window, which functioned as a mirror when you were inside the interrogation room, and a window when you were outside it. Sherlock and Kailey could see him leering at it, not knowing that they were on the other side.
Sherlock went in first and held the door open for Kailey. She walked in, he shut it, and then he went to stand in the corner.
Kailey stood in front of the door, her arms crossed and tucked around her body. She stared at O'Malley for a moment. "Why did you do it?"
"For the money." The man's voice was harsh and grating.
"And if there was no money?" Kailey asked, knowing that she was well over her one-question limit.
"I still would have done it." O'Malley leered at her.
Kailey stared at him for a moment again, then turned and yanked open the door. She hurried down the hallway and went into the first ladies bathroom that she saw. Once inside, Kailey let herself cry.
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