Chapter 10: Greg and Kitty
When I told Sherlock that we were working with Sam and Dean, he made it clear to all of us that he disagreed. I came in after the hunt last night and suggested the idea to him. He told me I was insane for believing their stories and that they had probably drugged me out there to make me see what they wanted me to. I didn't say it out loud but I was pretty sure that was impossible.
Then, since it was nearly midnight, I decided to stay the night. Besides, I really didn't want to be going home to Mary right now. At least I wouldn't be waking her up since it was so hard for her to get any sleep at all what with her pregnancy and all, not to mention that 221B was my home for a couple of years. But Of course I forgot to tell Sherlock that Sam and Dean were coming at 9am and then I slept through my alarm so I was awoken by the sound of shouting. Sherlock and Dean were in a heated argument about the reality of demons and Sam was trying to break up the fight.
After hell of a lot of complaining I convinced Sherlock to let Sam and Dean come along for a couple of the interrogations. First we were going to see Kitty Riley who was sided with Moriarty when he was pretending to be Richard Brook. Sherlock figured that she might know a few things about him since they lived together while he was in hiding. Then we were going to find Lestrade to ask about Moriarty's body, since both Mycroft and I were told by him that Moriarty was dead. Then finally we would get to Molly, who would have the information on Moriarty's body when they examined it after he died.
"Do you guys have a car?" I asked.
"We do. In America. Someone's probably towed it by now, my poor baby," Dean muttered.
"Alright, then we'll have to take a cab," I said, pulling out my wallet and checking how much cash I had.
"Here," Sam said, handing me 10 Quid.
"Oh, it's alright," I smiled.
"No really. You paid for us all last night and we didn't even thank you. Take it," Sam said. So I took it and thanked him.
When we all got outside it wasn't hard to find a cab, but with Dean in the front seat and Sam, Sherlock and I crammed in the back, it was a claustrophobic ride. Even more so since I was in the middle. Sherlock refused to sit next to either of the Winchesters. He also refused to go in the front saying that it would be easier for them to pull a gun on him even though I checked and neither of them had any weapons.
We arrived at Kitty Riley's in less than 5 minutes. She wasn't very welcoming, but because we were investigating for the Government, she had to let us in.
"Make it quick," she said, inviting us inside.
"Just remember that if you withhold any information then we can have you arrested," Dean smiled as he walked in.
I walked into the room that brought back so many memories. This is the first place Sherlock and I had come after we escaped the police when Sherlock was thought to be a fraud. We came for the same reason we are now, to find information about Moriarty.
"You lived with Moriarty for a while?" I asked.
"No," Kitty said.
"Did you hear what Dean said about-"
"I didn't live with James Moriarty, I lived with Richard Brook," She said.
"Alright," I paused.
"How did he convince you to let him live here?" Sherlock asked
"I let him. When I interviewed him and he told me that he was living off the money you gave him, I couldn't not let him," Kitty spat.
"What did you learn while he was living here?" Sam asked.
"First off, who are you?"
"We're working together and you will answer him just as honestly as you would answer us," I said. After that short speech, Sam was trying to keep a teasing smile off his face.
"I thought Richard Brook was a great man. He stayed here most of the day and helped me out when I was needed it. There was nothing suspicious about him, he was completely honest."
"What about when you found out he was dead?" Sherlock asked.
"I thought you killed him, and I still do. Now that he's back again, I'm willing to believe that you and him planned this together. I'm already working on the article," Kitty boasted.
"Good for you," Sherlock said dully. I saw what Sherlock was trying to do. We couldn't give Kitty the reaction she was looking for, if we did then she could write about it and give the audience more reason to believe that it was true. So I rolled my eyes and she looked offended.
"Can we look at his room?" Sherlock smiled.
"Fine, but there's nothing there! I cleared it out after he died," Kitty said in a frustrated tone. I went to follow them as they went up into Moriarty's room but Kitty stopped me, "Just him. Having one freak wandering my flat is bad enough."
Minutes after he'd left, Sherlock came back down to us, "No wallpaper, no carpet, the room is completely empty. There is no way he could have hidden any information in there." He explained, "We're done here."
We strode out of the house with Kitty trailing behind us.
"Whatever he's planning, I hope you don't solve it. I hope he beats you," She yelled. I did the same as Sherlock and showed no reaction.
We got away from Kitty's flat as quickly as we could and into a busier area of town.
"Oh, Castiel, you lifesaver!" Dean yelled to the sky. When we turned to see what was the matter, Dean was standing in front of an old, but well taken care of, black car. It looked like it could have been from the 60s or 70s. Something that my dad would've had.
"What?" Sherlock asked rudely.
"Our angel transport brought me my baby," Dean said as he stroked the hood of the car. "Come on, get in"
Sam and Dean got in the front seat, and I hopped in the back beside Sherlock. There was less of a fuss this time to get Sherlock to be in the same vehicle as the Winchesters but the look on his face clearly disagreed with the idea.
"Where to next?" Dean asked once we were settled.
"Scotland Yard, we're going to need to speak to Detective Inspector Gabriel Lestrade," Sherlock said.
"it's Greg," I corrected, to which Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Let's go," Dean said as he started the engine.
We sat in Lestrade's office at half past 10. But it was small and there was only chairs for 2 people to sit down. So Sam and I, being the more mature of the four, stood in the corner of his office.
"Who are the two new guys?" Lestrade asked.
"Oh, this is Dean and Sam Winchester," I introduced.
They shook hands and Sam continued, "We have had our own problems with Moriarty as well. So Sherlock-"
"John," Sherlock interrupted.
"-John, let us come with them to investigate. The more information the better," Sam finished.
"Alright, ask away," Lestrade said.
"Mycroft and John both said that you were the one who informed them that Moriarty was dead, but neither of them saw the body," Sherlock started.
"I was, but I never actually saw it either. The only one who could possibly have really seen it that we know is Molly," he explained.
"And how did you find out?" I asked.
"As soon as Sherlock jumped we had men up on the roof, Donovan being one of them," Lestrade said.
"They all confirm that there was a body?" Sam asked.
"Yes. Can I ask, why do you want to know if there was a body? He wouldn't have been confirmed dead if there wasn't," Lestrade questioned.
"We're just trying to figure out how he may have faked it. Sherlock told us that Moriarty clearly shot himself," Sam said.
"Of course."
"Do you have any theories?" I asked.
"Well, if Sherlock would just tell us how he did it-"
"No."
"-it might be easier for us to make a guess. Maybe he did it like they used to do in plays, with the fake blood pouches or whatever those were. You would really have to ask Molly or Donovan, they were there. But from what they told me he was dead. Big hole in his head and everything."
"There was the time when he found someone that looked like Sherlock to scare the kids, maybe he found someone that looked like himself," Dean suggested.
"No, it's not possible, I spoke to him," Sherlock said.
"Yeah, but what if what you said was right and it was fake blood then he could have had a look-alike come up after Sherlock jumped and actually kill himself," I said.
"John, you're a genius," Lestrade said as he took note of my every word.
"I think we're done here," Sherlock said.
"What are you talking about we're just getting started," I complained. But Sherlock stood up and left the office.
"It's alright, I've got some paperwork to do. Come back if you need anything else," Lestrade said.
"Thank you, Greg," I said and followed Sherlock out of the office with Sam and Dean following behind me.
"Sherlock, what was that about? We were finally getting somewhere," I whispered to him. He ignored me and approached Donovan who was standing at someone else's desk.
"Hello, freak," She said as we approached.
"You were to one who found Moriarty's body on the roof, but before you tell me anything just remember that we are working with the government on this and if you withhold any information from me I will find out and you will be arrested," Sherlock said seriously then ended with a smile.
Donovan looked at him like he was some kind of animal, then spoke, "He was dead. Big hole in the front and back of his head, blood everywhere, and he looked like what I've seen of Moriarty. I'm not a doctor but I'd say he was pretty dead."
"How long did it take you to get up there after Sherlock jumped?" I asked.
"As soon as we realized it was the freak, which was as soon as he was in the hospital, then maybe 10 minutes after that," Donovan said, smiling at me. She really was kind of sweet around normal people, I didn't see why they had to hate each other.
"Thank you, Sally. Come on, let's go," I said and we left the building.
"You can't stop the future, you can't rewind the past. The only way to learn the secret… is to press play."
-Jay Asher, 13 Reasons Why