6: Things Get Intense

Shmuuyaassyyy - Gotta give some time to a bit of fluff :) We've started rehearsals and it is awesome! :D

For any of you who read my other stories with OCs you might be wondering why in this one Parker's last name is Viehof instead of Kiehof. This chapter explains why.

Disclaimer: See ch. 1

Warnings: None

It was Wednesday when he finally got it.

It was Wednesday when it all made sense.

It was Wednesday when Sherlock realised the pattern in the kidnappings.

But even though it was Wednesday, he was too late.

John had just been kidnapped by Mycroft again. Mycroft spoke to him regarding Sherlock's and his new neighbours. John was surprised the elder Holmes hadn't done so sooner. Mycroft had insisted they were dangerous, but John refused to listen since Mycroft had no solid proof. Paranoid git.

John stepped out of the car and ran straight into Parker. "Oh!" she said. "Sorry."

"No, no. My fault." They both stood awkwardly on the sidewalk for a moment.

"So where were you?" Parker asked.

John sighed. "Sherlock's older brother's kinda paranoid, and we'll just leave it at that." Parker laughed. "You?"

"I was just talking a stroll. Shanna was getting on my nerves."

John sighed. "I know how you feel."

"Yeah. I'd suppose so." They again stood awkwardly in the middle of the sidewalk. "How busy are you?" wondered Parker.

"Well…depends on the day. I'm not busy tonight. You?"

Parker blinked. After a few seconds she smiled. "What are you implying?" she asked mischievously.

John went slightly pink. "Oh, well…I wasn't really…I guess I just, er…"

A bystander who's been leaning up against Speedy Café groaned loudly. "Just ask her out already! Geez!"

John and Parker exchanged awkward glances. They were both bright red. Parker eventually laughed loudly and John went even more pink. "I'm free tonight. That is…if you want to…" she shrugged, "…you know…"

"Er…yeah. Yeah. Would you…uh…wanna catch a movie?"

"Sure!" Parker said. "When?"

"Dunno. I'll uh…I'll find something and…um…"

"Alright then," Parker said with a grin. "I could do with some Shanna free time."

John smiled. "And I could do with some Sherlock free time."

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Sherlock looked over the files again and again and again. No similarities whatsoever except for the obvious officer jobs! He was getting really frustrated. Once John had left with Parker, Sherlock immediately took a cab over to Scotland Yard, giving in and taking the kidnapping case. He couldn't find anything in common with the victims. Nothing!

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"We can go to my flat," said Parker. They were taking a cab back to Baker Street after the movie. "Shanna's out learning more about the kidnapping case and I'm pretty sure Sherlock would…I dunno…"

"Ruin everything?" supplied John.

"Yeah, pretty much." John chuckled.

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Kaman watched as Sherlock paced back and forth in the kitchen. What are the similarities? What?! Then it struck him. But he needs Lestrade to confirm his theory.

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John was at a loss of what to do. He was going to provide something for the two of them to eat, but he'd have to either use the food in 221B (which was basically nothing) or use the food in 221C, which he thought of as a bit rude. He stood for a moment, trying to think of what to do when Mrs. Hudson came in with a tray of food. "I suspected you might need a bit of help," she said.

"Mrs. Hudson, you're a goddess," John whispered.

"Well that is a new one." Mrs. Hudson passed Parker in the living room and they smiled at each other before Mrs. Hudson left.

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Sherlock heard Parker and John enter 221 and go to 221C. Sherlock ignored them and snatched up his Blackberry.

"Can I see Auntie Parker?" asked Kaman.

Sherlock shook his head. "Parker needs to be alone with John right now. You can stay here with me." Kaman was confused.

Sherlock phoned Lestrade. "Hello?"

"Lestrade, is there anyone who works at Scotland Yard with a last name that starts with a 'U'?"

"Last name that–? How would I know? I don't know everyone on the force personally!"

"But what do you think?"

"I'm assuming not. How many people have a last name that starts with 'U'?"

"Any 'Q' Last names?"

"No, and I know that."

Sherlock hung up the phone without another word. He snatched a pencil and a paper and made a quick three week calendar. He read the names off the abducted. Allonge and Bonock. He put an A B on Sunday. Corlettee was murdered on Monday, so he put a C on Monday. He continued putting down the first letter to their last name on each day they were kidnapped.

Eventually it said:

Sun - A B
Mon - C
Tues - D
We - E
Thurs - F
Fri - G
Sat - H I
Sun - J
Mon - K
Tues - L
Wed - M
Thurs - N
Fri - O
Sat - P
Sun - R
Mon - S
Tues - T

Sherlock grinned. Alphabetical order. He needed to tell John. He turned to Kaman. "Kaman, can you be a good boy while I leave you here for a few minutes? I'm just going downstairs." Kaman nodded.

Sherlock hurried down the stairs and burst into 221C. "John, I've found the–" He stopped short in his tracks. Several chairs were overturned and a smashed plate lay on the floor at the head of the table. All over the walls, words were written in red paint.

pomsta, انتقام, отмъщение, 复仇, wraak, vengeance, Rache, vindíctam, месть, venganza, נעקאָמע

In the middle of all these words, 'REVENGE' was written in big letters on the wall.

Viehof and Watson.

V W.

Dun Dun DUNN!

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