(So if you guys didn't already know, I'm writing Moriary's point of view on the first episode of Sherlock which is A Study In Pink. This is the last chapter to the first episode that I'm doing.
If you guys want the second episode, I'll write it, but if no one really wants me to write the second episode then that's fine. I hope that you peoples are liking my story! Okay, enjoy the final chapter to this episode!)
Chapter 5 (Final Chapter to A Study In Pink)
I sat there, staring at the videos. Sherlock had just gotten back from searching for the case. He would've realized that the man got rid of it.
There was no way he could keep a case like that, it would attract too much attention.
By now, with the time he's had to himself in that flat of his, He would've guessed that she in fact had a phone, which he had found the number to on the case, and either she left it with the man, or he took it.
Obviously, considering I was the one that told him to keep the phone, he had taken it. The case had her number on it, so Sherlock would text the number, sending one that only the victim would be able to send.
This would make any other murderer scared, and they would call back. Once Jeff called back, Sherlock and John would head to 22 Northumberland St. where Sherlock would see the man in the cab.
He would suspect that the man in the cab was his guy, chase the cab, and be drawn away from the flat just to buy the police time to enter the house and begin looking for the case, which they would find right away.
All I needed to do was wait just a bit longer.
After waiting for an hour or so, passing the time pondering what I could do next, if he passed the test, I finally noticed a black car pull up in front of the flat.
After a short moment of no movement,John stepped out of the car, holding himself up with his cane. After he closed the door of the car, it speed off, leaving John on the curb in front of the building.
He turned around and walked inside. Finally, things were starting to get good. Turning my head toward another camera, I saw the cab parked on on 22 Northumberland St. The place where all the murders took place.
It was Jeffs main route, the one that Sherlock would probably go to, considering he was trying to draw the murderer there.
This was where Jeff would attract Sherlocks attention and get him and John to chase him, giving the police time to enter the house and begin searching it.
This would also give Jeff time to figure out how to get Sherlock to come with him.
I focused the camera on the window a few floors up, The floor that Sherlock and John were on. I saw Johns shadow move around the room, he looked out the window for a quick second then returned to the room.
There was a bit more movement, then the movement stopped. Re-focusing on the door to the building, I saw Sherlock and John cross the street, over to Northumberland St. That's where I lost them.
I switched to the one focused on the taxi. The man hadn't shown yet. I didn't expect him to for another few minutes, five at the most.
If would take Sherlock and John five minutes to get to the restaurant, by then I would have the man in the car, the cabbie distracting him for a bit until finally, Sherlock would spot the cab.
Returning my attention to the camera, I moved it to face the direction they were coming from. Sherlock was thinking, trying to find out what person could do something like this.
Someone that could blend in, be there but not be there.
I laughed as I watched him focus, his brain working out all the possibilities. They walked, John doing well at ignoring Sherlock's mumbling. Finally, after a few minutes of walking, they made it to the address.
Sherlock scanned the room, making sure no one looked too suspicious. His friend, John, limped along, pushing himself forward with his cane.
As they made their way to the booth placed by the window, the perfect spot for my cameras to see them, I saw the man enter the cab. Jeff new what to do.
Stall the man in the cab until Sherlock noticed the cab just sitting there. Usually, cabs drive around to find a passenger, so it would be odd for a cab to just sit there.
Sherlocks head spun towards the window, locking eyes with the cab. He turned to John, probably telling him what he saw. After a moment of them talking, they bolted out of the building, John leaving behind his cane.
I had suspected that it was just in his head. The injury that he used to have had probably already healed. The pain was created in his mind.
As I refocused my attention to the screen, I realized that Jeff had already taken off, Sherlock using his great memory of the streets that he lived near to take short cuts.
Looking around to find the video that they were currently on, I found Sherlock running across the top of some buildings, John stopped at a jump from one building to another, probably not wanting to jump.
This slowed them down quite a bit. They would probably miss the first interaction.
As time passed on and Sherlock grew closer and closer to the cab, I returned my attention for a brief moment to John and Sherlock's flat.
The police had arrived to the building, along with the detective that had called Sherlock for help on the case.
Looking back at the chase going on with the cab, I found Sherlock, opening the back door of the cab. He quickly looked at the case he had with him, took the tag in his hand, and whispered something to John.
They both said something to the man, and Jeff drove off. It was all going so perfectly.
I called Jeff, telling him to wait for Sherlock and John to return the to the building and then to play out his plan to get Sherlock to come along with him.
I stood up from my desk, feeling worn out from all the planing and waiting. Then the sudden excitement that came along with finally going along with my idea. I just loved it.
The chase had been quite exciting. I was on the edge of my desk chair the entire time. It's like watching a movie that you directed yourself going perfectly.
Imagine, making plans for days and finally it comes down to playing it out, and it goes exactly as you pictured it.
One of the many things I've learned from my many years of doing this was that not every thing went perfectly as planned. And if it did at first, something will probably not play out as imagined later on.
I was hoping quietly to myself that My plan not going as imagined would happen way later on, so I didn't have to deal with it early on.
Little things like that always bother me, but I can think pretty quickly, I believe, so usually it works out in my favor. Sooner or later though, something will probably happen that I can't fix, no mater how much I try to fix it.
Realizing I was drifting off, I returned my focus to getting the cup of tea I wanted. I stood up, my legs feeling like pins and needles from sitting down so long.
The chair made the usual squeak noise that leather makes when it gets rubbed together. I pushed the chair back, making room for me to walk out from between the desk and chair.
I shuffled my way over to the door, and opened it causing the air to shift a bit. I exited the room and closed the door behind me making sure to lock it. The rest of the house was dark considering it was quite dark outside and I hadn't left many lights on in the rest of the house. I made my way to the kitchen, the darkness making me feel tired. Yawning, I turned on the light in the kitchen and started to make the tea.
Right now, I'm back in my work room. I had drank all my tea and just now, Jeff began to play out his plan. He had told the land lady that there was a cab for Sherlock.
After a while of Sherlock not leaving the building, he entered the flat and text Sherlock, COME WITH ME. By then, he had already found out that it was a cab driver.
As I expected from Sherlock, he had left without making a big deal of the mater. Currently, they were driving towards the building that Jeff had told me to set up cameras at.
Deciding that it was fine if I changed cameras considering the target was now heading somewhere totally different, I unplugged the USB that connected me to the cameras I was currently tapped into and replaced it with the USB that connected me to the cameras in the building they were heading to.
Once they arrived, Sherlock and Jeff exited the car and made their way to the building. It was all going perfectly. They entered, Sherlock following Jeff without any second thought.
Once they entered the room that he told me about, They sat down at a table. Sherlock and Jeff began to talk.
Sherlock told him everything he new about Jeff from what he gathered by his first impression, and Jeff told him about his "Sponser" or me.
He didn't tell him my name considering if he did I would have my men kill him, and pulled out a gun, telling Sherlock that if he didn't choose one of the pills, that he would shoot.
The gun was fake thought, so I expected Sherlock to choose the gun which he did. All that the gun was good for was lighting a candle.
Sherlock stood, almost leaving, when Jeff told him something that made him turn around. "You'll never know if you were right." A quick look of curiosity crossed his face, then disappeared just as quickly.
He slowly waked over to the table, obviously taking his time.
This was the moment I was waiting for, to see if he picked the right pill. My heart was pounding just as much as Sherlocks most likely was. Slowly he reached out his hand.
This was it, If he picked the wrong one, it was all over. Reaching down, he almost chose the one that Jeff had given him, then he changed direction of his hand and grabbed the one that was closest to Jeff.
Sherlock had chose the right one! I smiled, leaned back in ma chair, and laughed. Sherlock really was perfect. I could tell that I was going to have a great time with him.
Looking back at my screen, still smiling, I watched as the pill touched Sherlocks mouth. Suddenly, a loud bang came from the speakers. Jeff fell to the ground. He had been shot.
I sat there, wide eyed. Who the hell did this?I wondered. Sherlock ran over to the Jeff, pill in hand. He begged Jeff to tell him if he go it right. When he didn't answer, Sherlock threw the pill aside.
Then he stood up, obviously deciding something, and asked "Who's the sponsor?" I sucked in my breath. It felt like hours and Sherlock placed pressure on Jeffs wound and screamed the same question over and over.
Finally, I could see the defeat in Jeffs almost dead eyes as he painfully screamed "Moriarty!" Then, He died.