10:50: The Crime Scene
The route to the crime scene was only half an hour long but it seemed to be ages... Sherlock was just looking out of the cab through the window. He only looked into my way one time... I looked into his eyes and... His eyes were telling me that he is... He is scared... I know that Sherlock is never scared! At least that is what he is telling everyone, but the eyes are the mirror of the soul. They tell everything that we feel and I mean everything! As the cab stops Sherlock jumps out of it.
Detective Inspector Lestrade runs up to him.
"The bomb exploded two hours and..."He takes a look at his watch. "Fifty minutes ago!" He shouts. "And you've only just arrived!"
I catch up with Sherlock and I'd like to defend him but he won't let me to.
"I had some complications this morning Sir..." But he haven't even got time to finish his sentence because Lestrade cuts into his words.
"And what in the name of God is Shara doing here? I thought I got you off this case haven't I?"
"Yes, you have Sir... But Sherlock needs my help..."
"I don't care if Sherlock needs your help or not! I've got you off this case! End of! Full stop!" By now he sounds quite angry...
"Sir..." I pause for a second. "Moriarty is back and... I just can't sit in my office doing paper work knowing that Moriarty is out there... And YOU know the the best that how much this case is means to me! I've been on Moriarty's case since the start and I can't leave this case without an end... I have to finish it... with Sherlock, of course... I know that the case is could be solved without me, but I can't live with the thought that I... That I could not do anything to catch him..."
"Do you really want to be on this case?" Asks Lestarde in a more calm voice.
"More than anything Sir, more than anything..." I answered in a really serious and in the same time really enthusiast voice.
"Ok than..."He murmurs under his nose. That means that he's still angry but he lets us go. "Go and have a look around the crime scene... you've got two minutes... I need everything you've got." He turns around and starts to walk away. "Oh..." He turns back to our way. "You can get the videos from the street cameras too." And he turns back and gets into his car. Sherlock starts to run to the way of his car.
"Detective Inspector Lestrade!" he shouts after him.
"What?" He asks right before he closes the door.
"Can you get your people off the crime scene? Just for those two minutes..."
"Yeah... Of course..." And he calls the people away from the crime scene.
"Shara..." He turns to me. "Get me the videos of from the security cameras from the corner of the building and from that camera on top of that lamp post." And he's already on his way to the crime scene as he points at the lamp post that has the exploded bag under it... at least the leftover of the exploded bag...
"Sherlock?" I start in a really surprised voice. "Since when am I your assistant?"
"Well..." He turns around to face me. "Since we met in the café this morning!" He announces with a gigantic grin on his face.
"Well, that's great..."And I don't even have enough time to finish my sentence because he is already looking around the crime scene.
11:05: Still at the crime scene
"Well, Sherlock…"I walk up to him with a USB stick in my hand. "I've got the footages from the cameras but it took quite a while to get them…"
"Well…" He turns to my way to take it. "If you're using your charm you can get anything… Can't you? I remember 5 years ago when we were in court you knew that you had something and you used it wisely…" He moves a bit closer to my ears. He starts to whisper. "And now 5 years later I can still see that charm in you… In your eyes…"
'Oh my God! Did he just give me a compliment?' I'm thinking. 'Oh my God! I've just got a compliment from Sherlock Holmes!'
"But frankly…" He moves his head away from my ear as he starts his sentence. "Every lawyer has to have this charm because if they don't, they have no chance out in the field…"
'And the whole thing collapses in the same minute…' And he's on his way to catch a cab. I run after him and Lestrade puts his coffee in the cup holder in his car, jumps out and runs after us.
"Sherlock, Sherlock!" He shouts after us, well mainly after Sherlock.
"So…" He starts his sentence. He's really out of breath. "What have you find on the crime scene."
Sherlock's phone rings.
"It's Mrs. Hudson… John is awake…" He whispers. And he puts the call down.
"Sorry, what?" Lestrade asks.
"I didn't find any significant thing on the crime scene… I could only back up the things that you've already found out…" And he's already in the cab.
"Why do you put up with him?" I turn to Lestarde before I get into the cab.
"Because…" He puts his calm and serious face on. "… I'm desperate, that's why. Because Sherlock Holmes is a great man and I think one day-if we're very, very lucky-he might even be a good one…"
"Oh come on Shara! We haven't got all day!" And Sherlock pulled me into to the cab. Lestrade turned around and walked back to his car on the same way that he'd came.
As Sherlock pulls me into the cab I fall on him, I don't even know how we manage that, and my face is inches away from his. I look into his ocean blue eyes and I am getting lost again in them just like I did this morning. He just stares into my eyes…