3: In Which Holmes And Iterro Fight Off Ninjas
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Disclaimer: See ch. 1
Warnings: None
It had been four days since Sherlock had been shown up at Corlettee's murder scene. There had been one kidnapping per day since then. Lestrade was trying to get Sherlock to help, but he insisted it was too boring. Shanna, on the other hand, had tried several times to sneak onto each crime scene. Parker barely managed to keep her under control.
It was near evening, and awfully quiet at 221. No one thought anything of the strange thing called silence. Parker opened the door to the fridge and looked around. "We're out of eggs," she announced back to the living room.
"So?" came Shanna's irritated response.
"So, I'm going to go get some more." Parker snatched her sweatshirt off of a chair and pocketed her wallet. "Don't cause any trouble 'til I'm back!" she called behind her as she walked out the door.
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Parker was standing in the checkout when a voice spoke from behind her. "Parker?" she turned around and smiled.
"Hello, John."
"Hi. Um…where's Shanna?"
"At the flat. She hates shopping."
John nodded. "Right. Same with Sherlock. Um…did you leave her alone?"
Parker stopped cold in her tracks. "Oh…you're here…I'm here…Shanna's at the flat…And Sherlock's at the flat."
"And Mrs. Hudson is visiting Mrs. Turner," finished John. They looked at each other with horror in their eyes. They just hoped Baker Street wouldn't be in flames by the time they got back.
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Shanna opened the door to 221B. Sherlock instantly stopped playing his violin and turned to face her. "If you weren't so rude, you'd knock," he said, setting down his instrument.
"If you weren't so rude, you'd invite me in," Shanna countered. She stepped inside of the flat and sat down in John's usual chair. She could almost hear Sherlock growling. "I'm pretty sure you don't want to be enemies with me for the rest of your life – since I suspect Parker and I will be living here for a while – so how about we make a deal." She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. "You seem to think this missing Yarders case is boring, so I'll take it. But even if it becomes more interesting, you stay out of it. Got it? Same thing vice versa. If a good case shows up and I don't take it, it's yours, no matter how interesting it gets." She stood and put out her hand. "Deal?"
Sherlock merely glared at her hand and picked up his violin, turning his back to her and beginning to play. Shanna gave an annoyed sigh. She put her hands in a surrender position. "Fine. Fine! Alright then. But if you mess with my case I'll mess with yours."
"You aren't an officer. You can't get involved in police affairs, it's against the law."
"You get involved."
"I'm a Consulting Detective. The only one in the world, I invented the job. I can get involved."
Shanna sighed again and shook her head, folding her arms. "Look, Holmes. You may have invented the job, but you're not the only one anymore. There's others out there just like you. For example: Me. You're not alone. *There's another one in America. Santa Barbara, California, I believe. He rides his hyper-observanty off as being a psychic," she said with a roll of her eyes and twirling her finger in a circle at the side of her head to indicate craziness.
Sherlock was about to object when a creak on the staircase was heard. They both turned to the door, as if trying to see through it and at the intruder. It went silent.
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John burst through the door, quickly followed by Parker. Parker immediately rushed to 221C and John to 221B. Parker swung open the door and looked around the flat. No Shanna. She groaned and closed the door, heading to 221B.
Upon entering, Parker was greeted with a strange scene. There was a person she did not recognize, wearing mostly black clothing. His mouth was covered by duct-tape and his wrists and ankles were bound together with the same cord, making him look like a herded cattle. He was glaring daggers at Shanna and Sherlock.
"I'm sorry," John said, "but did I miss something?"
"Not much," said Sherlock. "Iterro and I were just ambushed and nearly kidnapped by this man and his three accomplices."
"His three accomplices who got away thanks to you, Holmes, might I add."
"It was your fault that the one with a drug problem warned the others."
"And it was clearly my fault that you let the door get kicked open by the one cheating on his wife I'm assuming?"
"Wait…" said Parker. "You fought all of those guys off and deduced them?"
"And restrained this one," supplied Shanna, taking a sip of tea from a cup she held in her hand.
Sherlock set down his tea and stood up. He walked over to the man and quickly ripped off the duct-tape. Parker flinched and the man yelled. "You're involved with the kidnappings and Corlettee's murder," Sherlock stated. The man glared at him. "So tell me," Sherlock said, picking up the bow to his violin, "who's your employer? There's no chance you're in charge of it. Someone who's manage to kidnap six officers is obviously not daft enough to do the work themselves."
The man continued to glare. "I'm just in it for the money," the man said. "I don't even know who my employer is."
"Really?" asked Shanna. "Well in that case, how much money were you offered?" The man didn't say anything. He merely grumbled and wriggled in his bonds. "No answer? Well, that's not a problem," Shanna said. "We'll just call Inspector Lestrade, shall we?" She snatched Sherlock's phone and tossed it do him. He caught it with ease and hit his speed dial.
Parker blinked. "So…" she said, "…does this mean you two aren't at each other's throats anymore?"
"Hm? Oh," said Shanna, picking up her tea tray and cup. "No, we still pretty much hate each other." She dropped it off in the sink and walked over to the door. She turned back to Sherlock. "I think you have this handled." She looked to Parker and jerked her head to the stairway. "Come along, Viehof." Parker quickly gave John a half smile before following her flatmate down the stairs to 221C.
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