Sherlock Age: 26
I duck as my assailants arm whistles past my face, almost seconds too late. Not good. What have you done now Sherlock? You should have never taken that case! Too bad you did anyway. What's Lestrade going to say? I back pedal as the man continues to throw punches at me, pushing me up against the wall. You knew it was the father and you still had to go and- NOT NOW! I'll chastise myself later, right now I need to focus on not dying. He feigns to the right and then follows with a left hook to my jaw. I think I hear a crack, but it could just be the ringing in my ears, accompanied by flashing white lights. I stumble backwards. Maybe you should have agreed to take those fighting lessons from Mycroft. He said it would be free, and that it would be a good idea for me to take them. Should have listened. The man jabs at my ribs, knocking the wind out of my lungs in one breath. Not good. I straighten and attempt to block another punch to the face, barely succeeding in time. He probably never had fighting lessons and already he is whooping my arse. I slide to the floor and duck to the side, time to gain better footing. I've seen enough fights and watched enough movies to know that's always important. I've confused him. Good. I swing a fist at his side, hitting my mark a little shy, but still causing some pain. Lestrade and the rest should be here soon. I did send them a text message. Though, he doesn't trust me yet so I wouldn't blame him if he came late. That's the police for you. I face the father who murdered his only daughter and size him up. I can't take him. There's no way I could fight him. He's much larger then me. It looks like as if one of his arms could take my knee cap and snap it clear in half. Luckily he hasn't broken anything of mine yet, but that doesn't me he won't. He runs at me, I can't back up, there's a table there. He grabs me around my waist and throws me across the room. I land hard on my shoulder, dislocating it. Brilliant. He runs at me again but the door bursts open before he can make it across the room. Guns drawn, Lestrade and several other police officers round on the father who towered over me.
"Bit late? I wanted to avoid this at all costs." Lestrade smiles,
"Obviously not, or it wouldn't have happened. Donnovan, cuff him."
"You know I did."
"Whatever Sherlock. How did you know it was the father?" I shrug. I don't want to tell him anything so I'll just brush it off. I can make him wonder, astonish him. It's always a laugh to make him get frustrated.
"It's always the father innit?"
"Sherlock!"
"You were late. I'll tell you later when I'm not so shaken."
"You're shaken?"
"I've just been beat up. If you hadn't noticed, my shoulder's been dislocated."
"Freak."
"Sally. How are you? Good I trust. The worlds treated you well. You don't look a day older then when I saw you last. Two days ago."
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
"Not at all, it just looks like you haven't been out with your boyfriend recently. Are you not together anymore?"
"None of your business, freak."
"Fine, fine. I can respect that."
"Sherlock!"
"What Lestrade?"
"Ambulance is waiting for you."
"Ah. Thank you. It shouldn't hurt a bit."
"Yeah it will."
"Of course it will. Thank you. By the way."
"For what?"
"Believing me."
"What can I say? You're a very interesting person Sherlock. Plus, what you said made sense, in a twisted sort of way. When we get a confession from him we'll need you back."
"Of course."
"Go get your shoulder fixed. We'll talk after that."
"No we won't. I'm going home after that."
"Sherlock!"
"Try and stop me." I leave him standing there, looking at me angrily, my arm hanging limply at my side. The people who are waiting for me are grim faced and give no warning before wrenching my arm back into place. I don't say another word the whole night as I sit in my chair. Grudgingly I pull my phone out.
You were right.
SH
About what?
MH
Fighting.
SH
What happened?
MH
Don't act like you don't know.
SH
Fine.
When do you want to start?
MH
Next week suit?
SH
Of course.
What do you want to learn?
MH
Surprise me.
SH