Part Nine: Across the Street
"Sherlock… what did Moiarty promise?" John asks again.
"Nothing to worry about now. John go to bed you've got work in the morning," Sherlock commands. John follows orders and goes right to his room. I turn and look back out the window.
"I'm sorry you were abducted on my account," Sherlock sighs sitting in his chair.
"Quite alright," I say, "I haven't had a rush like that in awhile."
"So you'll be alright in your flat alone tonight?" he asks picking at his nails to distract himself.
"I should be," I begin looking into the window of my flat across the street. Suddenly, I see a figure. I moves around my flat walking past the window multiple times. As one shadow continues to move another stops infront of the window. I jump back, "on second thought. My nerves are still jumpy, mind if I stay here tonight?"
"Sure. I'll go get you a blanket," he says standing from his chair. I look around the flat for another moment. I'd rather be anywhere then at that flat. I'm included in whatever it is that is going on here. As soon as Sherlock gets back with the blanket I'm getting him to tell me what's going on here.
"Here," he says setting the blanket on the couch, "I'll stay out here for awhile, unless you want me to leave," he awkwardly suggests.
"It's fine Sherlock. Actually, I'd really like to talk," I say sitting in John's chair.
"I'm not very good," he remarks.
"At talking? I know for a fact that you're good at talking," I laugh.
"At making conversation," he states.
"That's alright. You'll catch on," I begin, "we'll start off with a topic we both know needs explaining."
"What did you have in mind? I thought you were brilliant and all knowing," he rolls his eyes.
"What did Moiarty say to you before you jumped?" I ask.
"None of your concern," hw stands up to leave.
"It is my concern," I insist, "three men held me captive tonight on account of whatever it is the two of you talked about that day."
"Well I've got the message. You no longer need to be apart of this," he says walking past me toward the kitchen.
"Sherlock there are two more men in my flat across the street. I am clearly still part of this," I point toward the window. He slowly makes his way toward it to look in my flat across the street. He sees the shadows and seems surprised to see I was telling the truth. "You didn't honestly think I was in shock over the abduction did you?" I ask. He looks me over once, "you can't expect me to sit by and watch you kill yourself again so that he doesn't hurt them."
"I thought you didn't know what Moiarty's deal was," he remarks.
"I didn't. Lucky guess. When I said he was keeping his promies you looked sick to your stomach, making it clear it was something bad that even you couldn't live with, and you looked at John, showing he was threatened," I explain.
"Brilliant," he breathes.
"Keep me by your side Holmes. You neeed me," I say laying on the sofa and pulling the blanket over myself, "Goodnight, Sherlock."