"Lestrade?" John was surprised when he bumped into the Detective just outside of the hospital room where Mary was resting. "What are you doing here?"
John had broken into the hospital by one of the fire exits and even though he had tried to cover his face as much as possible with a hoodie, he did catch some suspicious looks on his way through the hospital. "I could as you the same thing, John!" Lestrade hissed at him as he pulled the man to a corner to have some privacy. "Do you know every cop in the city is looking for you?"
"That's a bit exaggerate don't you think..?" John tried to relax the mood, but he was anxious to see Mary.
"Well, Sherlock had many enemies on the Force and now you do too." Lestrade warned him. Then they interrupted the conversation because the nurse outside the room glanced at them. "John, I been looking after her just fine. You should go before her family comes for visit." He whispered.
"Why have you been looking after her?"
"Well because I don't think that you could possibly hurt anyone; especially someone you love." Lestrade explained and John actually felt moved by the trust that he gave him. "so, however did poisoned her might come back to finish the job, right?"
John wanted to thank Lestrade somehow, but he kind of choke on the words and all he did was nod awkwardly. "I have to see her. I need to know."
He sounded so determined that the detective could just nod and sight. "You got five minutes."
And just as John thanked and entered the room, Lestrade's phone buzzed.
Mary was lying on the bed, sleeping so peacefully that John couldn't stop the nod forming on his troath. He approached carefully not to wake her up, unfortunately she was startled by his movements and she opened her eyes.
"John?" she said with a soft voice, blinking once or twice before setting her eyes on her fiancé.
John raced to the side of her bed, softly taking her hands and burring his face into the clean white sheets. "I'm so sorry Mary. I swear I would never do anything to harm you, I should…"
"Shhh, it's okay love." Mary lifted Johns head and smiled. "I know it wasn´t you the one who poisoned me."
"Really?" John asked and then, hugged her "I love you."
"I love you two, John." Mary said after giving her fiancé a soft kiss on the lips but then frowned. "We need to find out who did this, John."
"Okay, get ready for a long story." John began. Mary listened closely as he described how Sherlock had showed up, how they have been framed by a criminal and all the clues they had. John spoke for about ten minutes, but Mary didn't lost the interest or panicked. That was one thing John loved about her, her stability and the way she always remained calm.
"So what does he wants…?" Mary guessed, frowning deeply as she concentrated.
"Sherlock? Solve the case I guess." John answered shyly, but when she rolled her eyes he understood she meant the killer and not the detective. "I really have no clue."
"Well…" Mary smiled with the excitement of a five year old. "I think I do."
"For the love of God! Could you drive faster?! " Sherlock scolded the driver, who hit the accelerator on a curve obviously in revenge, sending Sherlock's body directly to the floor.
"Joder!" Santiago cursed in Spanish as he tried his best not to fall. Then he recovered and kept typing on his cell phone. "Hijo de puta…" he muttered.
"You're not on your bloody country! Talk in English!" Sherlock ordered, but instead of fighting back, Santiago handed him the phone.
"Looks like our man is on surgery. Your brother send me the records of the hospital and Victor Rendón entered the hospital an hour ago to get a bypass surgery. Guess which hospital?" Santiago lifted his eyebrow and Sherlock cursed.
"Same as Mary…"
"What the heck…?!" Lestrade had been watching the hall. He hoped to spot Mary's family before they entered the room so he could have a chance to warn John. Instead of Mary's parents thought, he spotted Sherlock and a teenage hooligan walking through the hall. "Sherlock?! Sherlock Holmes?!"
"Please Detective, keep your surprise spasms to a minimum, I wouldn't like to make a scene." Sherlock calmly recommended and the boy joining him smiled amused. "Now Greg, I assume you'd like to get internal affairs off your ass. If you are a good boy and you keep Mary's family and doctors away for half hour I'll give you half of the credit when I solve the case."
Overcoming his initial surprise, Lestrade argued, "Half? I'm risking my reputation for someone who is supposed to be dead."
"This case will restore both of our reputations." Sherlock tried to remain firm, but after understanding that the detective wouldn't back down, he offered, "You solved the main plot with a major help from a civilian."
"I solved the case with a little help from a civilian." Lestrade corrected him.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, gesturing him to leave the hospital. Lestrade laughed and retired to watch the entrance of the hospital with a triumph smile on his face.
"Vamos, que no tenemos todo el día." Valentina muttered as molly paid for the cab.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any money on. Would you mind waiting for us? I swear I will pay …" molly started apologizing with obvious embarrassment ash she searched on her huge bag for some money.
The cab driver smiled. Molly froze. She thought that she had seen the man before, but after noticing he had brown plain eyes, she waved the idea off. "Don't worry ma'am. Be right here when you come out."
"Thank you!" Molly exclaimed as she turned around to leave, but the man grabbed his arm.
"You forgot your coat, lady." The driver hand her a light camel coat that Molly didn't remembered wearing. Sure, she had a coat like that, but she believed it was safely hanged up on her closet.
"Move!" Valentina pulled her arm into the building without giving molly the time to understand anything.
John was extremely interested on Mary's explanation; but she was interrupted by Sherlock breaking into the room, followed by a very exhausted Santiago. "No! This is exactly what he wants!" Mary exclaimed in frustration as she tried to stand up. She cried out in pain and John helped her to lie back again as the men look at her in confusion.
However, there was no time for explanations because Valentina and Molly busted into the room, knocking Sherlock down. Molly felt as well and for a few seconds the room became chaotic as people grumbled, struggled to get up, asked questions and apologized; the fact that both Santiago and Valentina were so distressed that they started talking in Spanish just contributed to the general confusion.
"Okay, everybody shut the fuck up!" Mary screamed out with authority as she breathed heavily because of the effort. John just stared at her slightly amused and aroused in consequence of her bringing out a new side of her personality. "You all need to go. He wants us to be reunited here…
"So I don't have to work twice…" a voice appeared from the entrance direction, followed by a gun. "Shall we do the introductions?"
"Well, you're my father and the asshole who messed these people's poor lives just for fun. I'm your daughter. Here, done." Valentina spoke with a rather soothing tone of voice to the man standing in front of her.
He didn't look frightening or intimidating. His bronzed skin gave him a younger appearance and his hair was elegantly combed back. He smiled with pearly white teeth and said, "Well, I didn't do it jut for the fun; but let's give Mary a chance to explain us, okay?"
Mary who had been covered quickly by his fiancé as soon as the weapon pointed at them, had to struggle to sit up. She looked determined and strong but still John feared for her. "Victor here is my assistant. Well, he was… I think you should look for another job."
"I don't need to." Victor laughed cruelly as he closed the door behind him, leaving as only exit a window that floated sixteen floors above the ground level.
"What does your girlfriend do for living, John?" Sherlock asked. Util then nobody had noticed how he had moved in front of Molly. Unconsciously, he tried to protect her.
John frowned, "We're engaged, Sherlock. She's my fiancée now, not just my girlfriend" Even with the situation going on, John hadn't missed that detail. After hearing Sherlock growling and muttered he explained, "She works on a layer buffet. She's second in charge. Her boss is an old relative, very fond of her. Right?"
Mary nodded and she was about to say something when the criminal interrupted, "So fond of her that when he got terribly sick, he changed his will to leave all his money to her instead to his son, the rightful heir. Want to guess who his son is?" Nobody talked, so Victor continued, "Exactly! To get my money I got to get through her!"
"I get it. You have to kill Mary." Sherlock spoke calmly.
"Sherlock!" John immediately protested, but his friend waved him off.
"I just don't get how I fit in all this!" Sherlock seemed rather irritated to discover that the case in fact didn't revolve around him.
"Well, here's where the plot thickens."Victor took a deep breath and then turned to his daughter, whose eyes had widened in realization. "I needed a fake will."
"October 23, 2011. A man came into my house and paid me to make a fake will with the name Victor Rendón. As I didn't know your last name, I didn't suspect anything. I keep a copy whenever I get an odd request like that." Both Valentina and Sherlock seemed to have understood the rest of the plan, but as no one else did, Victor proceeded with the explanation.
"I planned to kill you, but then you met him." He pointed at Sherlock with his gun and Molly gasped as she grabbed Sherlock's coat to pull him close to her. "So I figure I could blame him for your death and Mary's. I just had to attract him somehow. So yeah, Sherlock is kind of your fault they are in danger."
Sherlock grinned as his eyes sparkled with intelligence. "The lady on the cab was holding a needle witch I touched, leaving fingertips on it. I guess you will inject Mary with a bubble of air that will stop her heart."
"You couldn't handle the news of your secret love ergo John Watson, loving someone that wasn't you. You had a jealousy attack and you asked your physcotic and dependent pathologist to help you kill Mary…shoot John…and finally committed real suicide." Victor stated with a confident tone and a sparkle of pure evil on his eyes.
"People will ask about my death." Valentina interrupted her father with a defiant tone.
"Well, yes. It's a bit odd that an innocent girl was trapped on the situation but you have done an excellent work erasing your names from every record existing. No one will know your name." Victor had obviously thought the plan through and it seemed impeccable.
"They will hear the shooting." John interrupted the monologue as his hand was firmly holding Mary's.
"Neh! Your friend Lestrade has done an awesome job clearing the floor so we could have this private meeting." Victor smiled.
"How about the boy?" Sherlock stepped in confidently as he looked at Santiago who had remained silent and next to Valentina.
"Oh, yes. Well, that was entirely your fault. I hadn't planned his death." Victor seemed rather amused by that detail and he suddenly turned to Valentina and Santiago. He pouted and then muttered, "What an ungrateful coincidence!"
There was a shot.
Every body closed their eyes, not sure who had been shot. Then Valentina's scream pierced through everyone's ears. A puddle of blood emerged from behind Mary's bed…
Cliffhanger! I'm soooo sorry for this, but I want you to guess who got shot Also, I'm going to have a super dramatic and filled with sorrow chapter next as each of the character says goodbye to his/ her loved ones. What do you think?