Part Twelve:
"What do you mean, he knows who you are? What did those files contain?" John asks as I pace the floor waiting for Sherlock's return.
"They'll know my importance," I sigh still pacing, "Where is he?"
"Kathryn," Sherlock calls from downstairs, "are these them?"
I sift through the box in front of the door, "These are them. Where did you find them?" I ask making sure there isn't anything missing.
"They were here when I arrived," he says looking over his shoulder, "which means whoever put them here couldn't have gotten far. Kathryn, John, get inside," he orders pushing us inside. He picks up the box and looks over his shoulder once more before following us inside.
"Would someone clue me in to what these files are?" John cries angrily as Sherlock sets the box on the floor.
"It's the investigation of my parents murder," I explain. "It's my connection to Moriarty... and Sherlock. Moriarty murdered them and I solved the case. Moriarty hated my intelligence. The case was meant for Sherlock. When Sherlock refused to help me I took the case and solved it myself. He couldn't stand I was smart enough to solve it. It was meant to be unsolvedable for Sherlock."
"So Moriarty hated you too?" he asks surprised.
"Well, yes but by the time I brought it to the police I found out about Sherlock's death. I knew Moriarty had something to do with it do I went searching," I add.
"What did you go looking for?" John asks.
"Moriarty. I figured with Sherlock gone Moriarty would search for the only other person to match his intelligence," I shrug.
"Moriarty killed himself before I jumped," Sherlock says turning to look at me. He had been looking out the window before.
"Not according to the police report. Yours was the only body found," I say.
"No, he shot himself before I jumped. I saw it myself. It's not possible," Sherlock disagrees again.
"Moriarty was an intelligent man Sherlock," I hesitate, "If you could fake your own death, maybe he could too."
"Then who is he working through. And why?" he asks.
"Wait a minuet," John begins, "Kathryn have you ever actually seen Moriarty? I mean in person, not just a photograph."
"No. I've spent most of my life running from him," I say.
"What if that wasn't a friend of his you met the day you were abducted?" he questions.
"You mean you think it was Moriarty?" I ask to confirm what he thinks is a possibility.
Bing
"Who is it?" John asks watching as Sherlock pulls his phone out.
"It's him."