"So the main thing we have to find out is where is Sherlock and where is Morris," Scarlett spoke hurriedly as they ran through the streets of London. Their bodies were physically drained as well as emotionally but they still managed to keep on going. Adrenalin being the key for their energy.
"Won't they be near each other?" John asked Scarlett and she shook her head, stopping for a deep breath, not being able to keep with the physical exercise John had excelled in.
"No...if he plans to blow Sherlock up...then...he'll stay back...he won't want to be in the middle of it..." Scarlett panted and John looked at her and nodded.
"So how will we be able to find out where Morris is because we need him so that the bomb can't detonate," John told her and she nodded in agreement.
"We need to find him more than we need to find Sherlock..." Scarlett said and they jumped into a cab which had suddenly stopped and asked for the London Eye where they could then run across the bridge to the other side and begin their search.
"The place is going to be heaving Scarlett," John told her. "It's New Years Eve...there's going to be thousands of people along the banks watching the London Eye."
"The phone!" Scarlett exclaimed and she pulled the phone she had stolen from a henchman from her bag and looked in the address book.
"He's under Boss," Scarlett rolled her eyes. "What do we text him?"
"I have no idea...would he even text back his location?" John asked her and she shrugged.
"We have nothing else to go on John," she assured him. "It is this or nothing."
"Tell him we've escaped...he might tell us to join him somewhere?" John asked her and she began to text ferociously before sending it. Minutes seemed to go by without any reply and her heart rate felt like it was going to cause her to explode. They looked onto the masses of people by the banks of the Thames, eagerly waiting for the countdown to begin.
"Oh God," Scarlett worried as the phone began to vibrate and she opened up the text message.
You morons.
Meet at Houses of Parliament.
Tell no one.
B.
"He even refers to himself as the Boss," Scarlett exclaimed as she looked up at John.
"What do we do?" she asked him and he began to think.
"We need to split up," he told her. "If I manage to find them but they see me then they will possibly detonate the bomb anyway...but if you can get it off him before that happens then we might save him..."
"But I don't know where he is..." Scarlett exclaimed and John pulled out his phone and checked the time.
"I'll phone you when I find them...and if you find Sherlock then phone me...we need to stay in touch okay?" John checked with her and she pulled her phone from her bag which she had retrieved from Morris' office.
"Okay," she agreed and they began to move quickly over the bridge, bumping into people as they did so.
"Right," Scarlett said before they were about to split up.
"Be careful," John told her. "And make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
"I assume you mean Sherlock?" Scarlett chuckled.
"Who else?" John replied.
"I'll see you soon," Scarlett said with hope in her voice and John nodded at her.
"I hope so," he agreed and then he felt Scarlett fling herself into his arms, holding him tightly as he hugged her back and then she quickly kissed him on the cheek before nodding and then taking off in one direction.
...
"Scarlett..." John whispered into his phone as he hung back, looking over at Morris as he allowed his hand to rest on his gun in his jacket pocket.
"What is it?" she asked, pushing her way through the crowds of people, attracting glares as she searched for Sherlock and felt sick as she did so.
"I've found Morris," he said. "He's on the rooftop of the Houses of Parliament...there are three others with him...he has a microscope and is watching Sherlock from there I think."
"What are you going to do?" Scarlett worried. "I can't see him anywhere..."
"This," John said simply and he drew his gun, standing tall and taking aim at one of the men, shooting him straight in the chest before hitting another man in the shoulder, causing him to stumble backwards. The other man and Ian began to react, pulling their guns out and shooting at John who managed to hide behind a pipe on the roof and peer over it, taking aim at the last henchman and shooting him in the head.
"What is this?" Ian snapped. "There is no way out Dr Watson...no way at all..."
"I disagree," John mumbled back as he heard Scarlett still on the phone, her voice coming from his pocket as he quickly stood and shot Morris in the hand, his gun flew from it and he reached onto his shot wound quickly and in pain as John rushed over to him, his gun still pointed with one last bullet inside of it.
"Don't move," John said slowly and then he saw it. A cylinder was held in his jacket pocket with a red dot on the top of it. Ian pulled it out and he looked at John.
"You shoot me and I blow him up," Ian promised him and John looked at him.
"Drop it," John warned him, his voice low and dangerous. "Drop it now."
"You drop yours," Ian replied and John shook his head as he managed to pull his phone out, his eyes still on Ian as the cold night air circled the two of them. Shouts and cheers could be heard from down below on the Thames bank but there was nothing but a frosty atmosphere between the two men.
"Scarlett," John said into the phone. "Have you found him?"
"No!" she shrieked into the phone. "And what happened?"
"Just focus on finding him," John told her and he noted the microscope and then looked at Ian.
"Is that trained onto Sherlock?" he asked him and the man went silent.
"I shall take that as a yes," John said and he bent down, his eyes still on Ian as neither man made a move. One of John's eyes fell into the microscope as he quickly found Sherlock. The detective was stood directly opposite the Eye, and a grey coat clutched around his body as his scarf blew out around him. John removed his face from the microscope and looked back at Ian.
"He's directly opposite the Eye," he told Scarlett into his phone.
"I'm on it!" she replied quickly back to him, pushing her way through, advancing closer to opposite the eye as she did so.
"I'll give you one last chance," John told him. "Drop it and I'll let you go to prison instead of dying here and now."
"I like to take my chances," Ian replied, his thumb dangerously close to the button.
"I don't think you do," John said.
"So she's running around London looking for him, is she?" Morris made small talk with John and he continued to hold the phone closely to his ear.
"I don't think I shall tell you where she is," John replied.
"Ah," Morris sighed. "You're worried that as soon as she tells you she's found him then I'll just press the button...really it would be right of you to be worried."
"Just drop the button," John tried again and Morris shook his head.
"I'm alright thanks," Morris replied and the standoff continued.
...
Scarlett pushed her way through the crowds, her BlackBerry dangling by her side as she saw she was directly opposite the eye. People were waving flags around, huddling together in the cold night air as she shoved them to the side, looking for that distinct grey coat as she did so.
"Sherlock..." she whispered. "Where are you?"
She continued moving to the front of the crowds, leaning against the railing at the bank edge as she looked back to search for him. But she couldn't see anyone like him. That was until she looked to her left. Stood at the front of the crowd was a tall man, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his hair blowing in the breeze as he looked onto the Eye and the water of the Thames. Scarlett pushed past people on her way over to him, her legs not seeming to go fast enough.
"Watch where you're going!" someone snapped at her.
"Excuse me is a nice way of asking someone to move!" another snapped and she rolled her eyes, managing to find the man who was in some form of trance.
"Sherlock!" she gasped his name as her hand rested on his arm and her touch brought him out of his daydream.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped at her. "He said if I pulled a single trick then he would kill both you and John!"
"Luckily we managed to escape...with thanks to you..." she said and he nodded.
"I thought I felt something in your back pocket. What was it?"
"Pepper spray," she said and began to undo the buttons of his coat. She didn't know what to do. If she made a scene then Ian may see and detonate it but if she didn't then others could die.
"John," she placed her phone to her ear whilst Sherlock continued to undo his buttons along with her shaking hands.
"You found him?" John asked her.
"Yes...but if I make a scene...will he know about it?" she asked and John looked down onto the crowds and then back at Ian who followed his gaze.
"Possible," John replied simply and Scarlett nodded and placed the phone back into her pocket.
"We need to do this calmly," she told Sherlock. "He could be watching and may notice if a large gap appears around us..."
"Is John with him now?" Sherlock asked her and she nodded.
"He is," she said and reached the last button, pulling his coat open slightly to see the device strapped to him.
"Oh God," she gasped and she looked at all the wires.
"It's been terribly heavy to carry around all day," Sherlock informed her and she looked around. Everyone else was in their own private discussions as she simply just looked at Sherlock.
"What do we do?" She asked him.
"I think the water is looking very inviting this evening," he told her and she nodded.
"Can you try and keep it hidden?" she asked him as he began to shrug out of the coat, the bomb hidden inside the left hand side of the material as he folded it into his arms and Scarlett pulled the BlackBerry out again and Sherlock simply began to screw his coat up.
"We've done it John!" she exclaimed.
"It's off him?" John checked and Ian took no time to react. At hearing John's question he allowed his finger to quickly go to the button and he pressed down onto it rapidly and a beeping noise became apparent. Sherlock quickly flung his coat over the railing and into the water, but as he did so, a large bang was heard and the explosives went off, spluttering water out of the Thames. People at the side of the railing began to gasp loudly at the noise they heard and they all ducked down as the explosion went down into the water. Sherlock protectively pushed Scarlett into his body, turning her away from the railing as she held onto his blazer jacket tightly, and the bang echoed in their ears.
"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked her and she nodded, looking up at him.
"I'm fine," she said. "Are you okay?"
"Couldn't be better," he assured her and they heard John's voice from her pocket.
"Very nice to hear from you John," Sherlock told his friend down the phone when Scarlett handed it to him.
"And you too Sherlock..." John managed to chuckle down the phone as he looked onto the corpse of Ian Morris.
"I suggest you get yourself out of there John...the police will possibly find the bodies and you being there won't look too good." Sherlock told his friend.
"I think you're right," John agreed. "Is everyone okay?"
"It went into the water before anything could happen," Sherlock replied. "Thankfully."
"I'm on my way down," John said. "And Sherlock..."
"Don't go all sentimental on me again John," Sherlock pleaded.
"If you say so you pompous arse," John replied and he hung up. Sherlock smirked and handed the phone back to Scarlett and she dropped it into her bag and looked up at Sherlock.
"I thought I may have lost you," she whispered to him and he smirked at her.
"I'm not that easy to get rid of," he replied. "And thank you...you saved my life..."
"Makes a change from you saving mine," she shrugged and he chuckled but nodded in agreement.
"I suppose a bit of variety in someone's life never hurt them." He replied and she simply just smiled up at him.
"I love you Sherlock Holmes," Scarlett said and wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him hungrily in the middle of the crowds and his arms wrapped around her waist and held her tightly to him, never really wanting to let her go.