Okay this is the last chapter. Sorry it took so long! I think you will like this it's long, and remember there is a sequel in store. Please Review!
As we got out I saw Donovan give me a look like I was insane, I liked it. As Sherlock crouched down and started to deduce the scene I looked over at John, and saw him looking at the body. Then I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Lestrade.
"Can I talk to you for a minute," He asked.
"Sure," I said tearing my attention away from Sherlock and the case.
"How did you meet Sherlock?" He seemed almost embarrassed at the questions he was asking.
"We were next door neighbors for a year," I quickly turned my attention back to Sherlock who was coming over to us.
"Lestrade, I thought you said this was good," Sherlock whined.
"Sherlock I thought it was," Lestrade said exasperated.
"It's the mother in law," Sherlock stated matter of factly, and started leaving. I followed, and I saw John give Lestrade an apologetic look, and shrugged at him. We took a cab to 221B Baker Street, and as I got out I saw John get a look on his face. It was a mix of exasperation and worry.
"John go and help Harry," Sherlock said as if John needed permission to leave. John gave Sherlock a look, and he got back in the cab.
Sherlock and I went up to the living room, sat down and turned on the telly when all the sudden Mycroft was calling.
"What do you want" I barked still mad at him for the chloroform a week ago.
"Would you please bring Sherlock to the car outside it will bring you to a case, preferably no John." and with that he hung up knowing it would be a pain if I didn't listen I grabbed Sherlock's jacket and scarf, and called him out to the living room. "Sherlock we have a case." I stated calmly. It was lucky John had just left for Harry's.
"Where, and why are we listening to Mycroft?" Sherlock seemed confused.
"It will be interesting that's why," I smiled as I left the room knowing he would follow I still had his scarf after all. I hopped into the black car to find no one, so I just waited for Sherlock.
"Hey give me my scarf back!" He barked half joking half serious.
"Get in the car," I said stubborn as ever.
"You are an evil woman" He laughed, but still got in the car.
We traveled in silence. When we got there we saw Mycroft, and a body.
"So know who it is, or who it might be?" Mycroft asked. As I looked at the body I saw why. The face was burned to a crisp, but the rest of him was intact.
"Hmmmmm, early 30's, nice suit Westwood actually, if I didn't know better I'd say it was him, but he's dead," Sherlock's voice wavered as he said that.
"Only 3 people bought Westwood suits last week, and only one was under 35 so this is... Jim Wentworth." Sherlock made a face as he said the name Jim.
"Lovely coincidence dear brother," Mycroft sneered.
I got on my phone and started typing, "Jim Wentworth, entrepreneur of the new company squigle. They turn drawings into beautiful artwork." Sherlock started typing on his phone as Mycroft left. "Ok so no family, but he has 27 people working for him let's go," Sherlock shouted as he was running to the car. I followed and got in the car. We sat together in silence as we worked finding info on our phones. As we pulled in we got out and walked up to a guard, "Hello I'm Sherlock Holmes, and your boss, Jim Wentworth, is dead." He said it emotionless like always, but the man did something I didn't expect, "Really well it took long enough!" He sounded exasperated.
"What?" I asked giving Sherlock a confused look.
"Oh by the way everyone in this building is a hostage." He smiled thinking he had us beat, "And for good measure." As he said this he held up a gun and pointed it at my head, "She's our hostage now."
"Why are you doing this?" Sherlock asked confused.
"We're being paid." The guard smiled and said "You still haven't called,". I saw Sherlock look hurt as I was led away. The next thing I knew everything was black. I awoke to a pitch black room with no one inside other than myself. I checked for injuries none that I could tell other than a bump on my head.
As I looked up I saw a crack of light from the doorway "Get up" barked a rough voice, and I did so. He held a gun up to my head, and grinned devilishly. "So this is what can stop Sherlock Holmes a woman" He spat out the words as if they were chewing tobacco.
"No just a friend" I responded lightly.
"Ok get in front of the video camera, and scream loudly if I don't think it was good enough I'll shoot you." He barked gruffly. I obeyed and pulled out my inner actress. I screamed a blood curdling scream and collapsed. It was then that I saw the man's face as he hit me hard against the jaw and I went limp the blackness closing in again. I felt someone shaking me and smelt the smell of smelling salts, and as I opened my eyes I saw Sherlock staring into my eyes with his perfect eyes.
"We have to go," Sherlock interrupted my train of thought.
"Why?" I asked still dazed. He pulled me up and carried me out of the room and down a flight of steps to what seemed to be an exit. "Sydney I can't carry you the rest of the way, you have to walk.". He sounded urgent so I tryed to stand, and to my surprise I could and I could run to.
"Hey here they are!" came a gruff voice.
Sherlock grabbed my hand and I knew at that moment I had to run as we ran out the door we heard it shatter and more bullets whizzing by our heads. I couldn't tell where we were, but I was too out of breath to ask Sherlock so I just kept running. Sherlock pulled a gun from his coat pocket and started shooting behind us. He wasn't as good of a shot as John, but he had hit all but one and still had two bullets left. As we ran I saw a drop off and a sign for a cliff, I looked at Sherlock, and started slowing down.
"You have to hit him now a cliff is coming up!" I squeaked nervously. We were three feet from the edge when we stopped, Sherlock turned around, and fired the gun. Everything was in slow motion as it hit him his body collapsing on the ground and his gun a foot to the left to him, his blood mixing with the dirt on the road, and Sherlock holding the gun.
"I thought you were hurt," Sherlock stated smoothly, but I heard a hitch in it.
We stood close together as we stared at the cliff we had just ran towards. It was a beautiful sight the sun setting, and I leaned into Sherlock, he put his arm around me protectively our eyes met, and we kissed lightly. Then we heard something move. We looked over at the body that Sherlock had shot stirred, grabbed his gun, and fired. I felt a searing pain in my leg, I lost my balance, and I was falling the only thing that saved me was Sherlock's hand.
"Don't you dare let go" he said in his baritone "I won't lose you again.". He seemed adamite, but I could feel his grip loosening.
"Sherlock, I have to tell you one more thing" I was choking out the words between my sobs. "Sherlock I love you, and I will always love you no matter what!" In that moment of surprise he lost his grip. The last thing I heard was "I love you to!" exiting Sherlock's lips. Then everything went black.
I awoke in a hospital bed the next morning to a man staring at me. He had really dark brown hair, a blue scarf, and comforting eyes.
"Who-who are you?" I asked frightened.
"It's me Sherlock." As he said this he sounded almost hurt. "You're Sydney, You are a black belt, you love mysteries, you love me," He choked out the last bit, but there seemed confusion to.
I responded with "I don't know who you are, I have never met you, and what you are talking about?" He touched my hand. "Get away from me! Get away FREAK!" I shouted and as I did so a nurse came in to take Sherlock away. He looked hurt I didn't care.
When I was let home a week later I went to a large house on the coast. As I entered I was met by a man my height, wearing a suit, with short hair, and the most wonderful voice.
"Hello" He smiled a devilish grin. I pulled him in with his tie and kissed him for about a minute, and then whispered in his ear "I missed you. I was with Sherlock way too long."
"Well at least part one is in place. Check out this video he's a mess almost as bad as John was.
"It was fun acting and all, but I missed you my darling Jim"
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