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The Nails Of Terror (Chapter 15)
12:30, Tuesday: Brick Lane, The Crime Scene
'He's been knocked out for more than ten minutes now... I'm really getting worried now...' Mycroft's head is still on my arm and he's not reacting to anything. But just as I'm thinking his eyelids are moving a bit.
"Mycroft?" I call out to him and his eyes are opening a bit.
"Shara?" He asks. "How long have I've been knocked out for?"
"30, 35 minutes? I'm not sure..."
"And you've been here waiting for me to wake up?" Mycroft asks as he's sitting up properly.
"Why, of course! I'm feeling a bit responsible for this, because… Well… Sherlock is only trying to keep me secure... I don't mean that you're a bad person; I only mean that… Well… you know him! He thinks that just because I'm working with him, I'm under his command..."
"Yeah, I understand…" He grabs my hips and leans in to kiss me, I lean backwards a bit to avoid him.
"I think we should go downstairs and talk to Sherlock!" I exclaim as I try to get out of his grip.
"Oh, ok…" He lets go off me, stands up and puts an arm out for me, I grab it, he pulls me up and he lets me to walk out of the room first. As we walk downstairs, we find Sherlock standing in the door starring down to his phone in his hand. The expression on his face gives me goose bumps. His eyes are cold his face is frozen… I have never seen him like this before…
"Sherlock? Are you alright?" I ask him as I walk closer to him but he takes a side step away from me and gives the phone to me, well he almost throws it at me…
There is a text message on the screen:
'I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU SHERLOCK! COME TO THE PICADILLY AND FIND OUT WHAT IT IS! JM'
"It's from Moriarty… He knows my number…" Sherlock has the same expression on his face as he see me looking up from the phone. "We have to go…" He says as he's already outside catching a cab.
"See you Mycroft! We'll talk later…" And I rush after Sherlock.
"To Piccadilly! Now and quickly! I'll pay you extra 20 pounds if you drive on the shortest way and the quickest as possible!" And the cab starts.
13:00, same day: Piccadilly
The cab stops and the door is already flying open. There are police cars and officers everywhere…
"Oi! What about my money, man?" The angry cabbie asks.
"I'll pay it… How much is it?"
"30 quid, that's with that plus 20 that he promised me…"
"Ok… There you go…" I press two 20 pound notes into his hand. "Keep the change!" I shout over my shoulder as I'm already out of the cab and after Sherlock.
"Thanks, ma'am!" He shouts back.
"Sherlock!" I find him way ahead of me debating with an officer who won't let him to see the crime scene.
"What's wrong, Officer?" I ask.
"He can't go to the crime scene…" He answers as he's trying to keep Sherlock on the outside of the yellow tape.
"Where is Lestrade?" Sherlock asks.
"Right here!" Shouts a voice somewhere from behind the officer. "And Sherlock can't look around the crime scene!"
"Oh my God!" Sherlock pushes his way through everyone and runs up to the body lying on the floor, dead. It's covered up now, so Sherlock can't see its face. Two other officers run up to him.
"You're not supposed to be here, sir!" The first officer states.
"Well, I'm here now! The only thing that I don't get is why you all trying to keep me out from here! Now let me have a look at the corpse!"
"Well… If you say so… We told you to stay away, sir…" And they moved out of the way.
Sherlock kneel next to the still body on the floor, he uncovers the head and he freezes right there…
"Sherlock are you…" I ask as I finally get to him, but I freeze mid-sentence as I see who's on the floor.
"She…" I stop Lestrade just before he could say more.
"Let me deal with this…" I whisper to him. He turns around and walks away.
"Sherlock…" I say as softly as I can as I walk up to him. I put my hand on his shoulder. He turns to me, water drops gathering in the corner of his eyes.
"It's… It's John, Shara! It's John…"
"I know, Sherlock… I know…" I kneel down next to him and he immediately buries his face into my shoulder and wraps my arms around me. I wrap one arm around him and I softly lace my fingers into his gorgeous black curls with the other… I let him to cry on my shoulder… It's really shocking to see John like this... Lying on the pavement... With a bullet through his forehead...
13:25, same day: Piccadilly
We are there, just kneeling next to each other… We've been here for at least 10 minutes and the rain started to shower on us around five minutes ago…
"Shara…" Sherlock purrs into my ear as he lifts his head away from my shoulder… His voice is somehow different than it was minutes ago… He sounds angry really angry… "We have to find him… We have to find him and kill him!"
"We will… We will find him, Sherlock…" And I pull his head onto my chest. "We will…" I whisper into his hair and then I seal it with a kiss…
In a couple of minutes time I can feel that he's moving a bit so I let him go… In the same second he's already on his feet, rushing again…
"Sherlock? Are you alright?" I ask getting up on my feet and rush after him.
"I am… But we have a murderer somewhere out there!" And he's already jumping into a cab.
"Where to?" I ask.
"I have to talk to someone before I could start to investigate…"
"Oh… Ok…" And we're already on the way to… well, to somewhere…