3. Uncoinsious
Character's ages.
Sherlock-31
John-34
Mycroft-38
Mary-33
Valetina-24
Roxanne-26
"Roxy, please wake up." Valetina began to move the broken pieces of the wall. Sherlock and Lestrade also moved the rubble, trying to save John and Valetina. The fire fighters had arrived and they were beginning to move the broken pieces. And the ambulances were moving John Watson and Roxanne to safety and were racing off to the hospital.
Lestrade and Donavon were to stay at Scotland Yard and look for evidence that caused the destruction. Mary, Valetina and Sherlock made their way to the hospital to check on their friends. Sherlock and Mary waited for John to wake up. Both he and Roxy were unconscious. Roxy and John were on the same ward and in private rooms but Roxy was in worse condition.
"Come on Roxanne I need you, your my only friend. You see the good in me and you see me as me not the murderer nor spy. I can't...you're the only one who has suck by me thick and thin." She sat beside Roxy's bed. She was alone in the room; Sherlock and Mrs Watson were with the sleeping John. For a while Valetina remained silent and just sat there waiting for the doctor to come.
-The detective vs. The Assassin-
"Mary" John croaked. He had awoken from his unconsciousness. Mary squealed and hugged her husband, who winced in pain. Sherlock who had been standing near the door walked closer to the bed. "Good to see you awake; the doctors said you would wake up. Unlike Roxanne Matthews who's not responding to anyone. Not even her best friend Valetina."
"Valetina wasn't hit, but wasn't it planned for her?" Mary asked caressing john's head.
"Yeah it was. Roxanne got in the way and now she's in a critical condition." He thought it best not to mention the note which he and Swansea read on the ride to the hospital. "She isn't doing well; I've never seen Valetina so scared before."
Just then the doctor came in, "Dr Watson you're awake. Good." He looked at the clip board and smiled. "You should be able to go home in a few days and back on your feet tomorrow." He was about to open the door but Mary touched his arm. "Ah, Mrs Watson, what can I do for you?"
"Well I just wanted to know-what condition is Roxanne Matthews in, she was in the same accident as my husband."
The doctor's smile disappeared. He signed "The women who is accompanied by an assassin right now. I still don't know how she got into the hospital without causing a scene. Miss Matthews, unlike your husband, is in a deep coma. She isn't responding to any-one or anything. If she doesn't wake up soon, I fear for Miss Swansea's health more than the patient. She attacked Mr Holmes. No not you Mr Sherlock, your brother. She was very anxious I gave her an injection. She tried to strangle me when I injected her but she's sleeping now." The doctor then went to see his other patients.
"I have to go and see Mycroft; I want to see if she actually made a mark." Sherlock announced and left the room. Mycroft was standing outside Roxy's room. "Sherlock, you must have heard a crazy assassin tried to kill me but I used my intelligence and now she's asleep." His neck was red and bruised with powerful fingers.
"She tried to strangle you Mycroft. She always hated you. I was her favourite." Sherlock said coldly.
"I don't know why, I am only 14 years older than her, and your seven years older, She should hate me less than you." Mycroft looked at Valetina through the window.
"Yeah but I didn't send her away for 5 years to a country she didn't know." Sherlock muttered.
"I did it to save her, okay not because I resent her or anything." Mycroft said goodbye and left the hospital ward
"Then why do you not help her when she needs you most." He said to himself. He cared for her. He really cared for her. John was his pressure point, but Valetina was the pressure point that made him break down and cry. It was even strange to him to be thinking like that. Because you love her Sherlock you can't deny.Sherlock thought. Because she is...Sherlock noticed Valentina open her eyes and uncurl from her ball. He decided to check on both of the girls.
"Hey, anything changed?" He sat on the spare seat in the room.
"No change. Sherlock what am I to do. She's the only one who's stood by me through everything, even when you didn't she was there to support me." She touched Roxanne's hand, it was cold.
"I saw Mycroft earlier, why did you try to kill him; I know I want to kill him every time I see him but why this time?"
"He was trying to apologise for sending me to Russia last winter and not offering me any help. He was so annoying so I attacked him, he was choking and then I woke up here. They injected something to calm me down didn't they? And people wonder why I was addicted to depressants, when doctors keep injecting me with calm drugs."
"True, I hope your friend wakes up soon, I can see how much she means to you."
"Just like john Watson, speaking of which is he awake yet?" Valetina turned to look at the detective; dark bags appeared beneath his eyes.
"Yeah, Mary's with him. I'm gonna get some Coffee, do you want some."
"Yeah coffee would be great." Sherlock left Valetina and Roxy alone in the room.
-The detective vs. The Assassin-
"Come on Roxanne you gotta wake up, who else is going to be supportive of my crazy ideas and follow me into certain death? You have always supported and cared for me, please." Valetina let a tear run down her cheek.
"What would your boyfriend say back in America if he found you sleeping on the job, emm?" she remembered how excited Roxy was about the wedding. "You have to be awake for my wedding. I going to wear a beautiful white long flowing dress. A white chocolate cake with 3 layers, you know how much I love white chocolate." Roxanne didn't respond to anything she had said. "And of course you would be the maid of honour. You'd help me organise and plan the wedding." Then she remembered the tradition. "But you better not have sex with the best man, okay."
She must have imagined it.
No Roxanne's hand moved. It was only for a second but she was sure she saw it correctly. Her eyes fluttered open and her coffee brown face broke into a smile. "How dare you. I would never- I am no slag Valentina. Girl I have properties I look for in my man. And it's defiantly not the best man you chose."
"Yeah he's so not your type. He's no-one's type. He'll die a bachelor." Valentina laughed, whilst Sherlock walked in holding the coffees. "Ah Roxy Matthews is awake. Good."
-The detective vs. the assassin-
After a few days John Watson and Roxy Matthews were discharged from hospital. So while Roxy, Valentina and Sherlock decided to work on the case at the apartment, John and Mary went home so that john could recover. And Mary was eight months pregnant, so any excitement could start the contractions, and John was in no condition to give birth to tier daughter. So the married couple were just going to relax.
"I'm gonna change out of my cat suit. Its tight in all the wrong places. Great for missions bad for lounging." Valentina told the two back at the apartment.
"You didn't need to tell us that, Valéry" Sherlock muttered as he gave the assassin her small suitcase.
"I know, but it's such a rare occasion when I make you uncomfortable. Anyways you wouldn't ask questions would you?"
"No I wouldn't. Because girl clothing is so confusing." Sherlock sat in his favourite chair next to the fire place.
"Funny us girls could say the same thing about men's, Mr Holmes." Roxy smirked as she sat opposite Sherlock.
Valentina quickly undressed out of her tight cat-suit and wore something more comfortable. She stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a pale pink blouse, navy blue jeans and black (high heeled) knee boots. She also had a dark blue duffle coat to match. She looked like an innocent normal 24 year old girl.
"We should discuss this note that was left when Scotland Yard was destroyed." Sherlock suggested.
"I don't know why he destroyed the wall, but I was nowhere near it. So my murderer is trying to hurt the people I care about first so that my spirit would be crushed and then kill me." Valentina announced as she sat on Roxy's chair arm rest.
Sherlock opened the note.
We begin and end the same
We are dead from the moment we are born
Some have more time than others
Your clock has stopped ticking
You will leave painfully like your victims
Your time has come to say goodbye murderer
You shall die by revenge. You will feel the Pain you have caused
"My God. It's my suicide note. Its Jade Green's suicide note. But it's been changed a little like the last two sentences were note on my note and the fifth line Haas been changed. It should say 'I will leave peacefully like a dream.' Every I or me has been changed to you or your. Its personal, this person has a lot of anger directed to me. I don't blame them I've killed a lot of people."
"Yeah but the question is how did this person get the note it was evidenced by Scotland yard after jade shot herself in the head after her lover killed himself. She couldn't live without Moriarty." Roxanne took he note and examined it.
"Damn it." Sherlock jumped up from his seat. Valentina gave him a questioning look. "After your death and Moriarty's, Mycroft wanted everything related to the case to be moved to government. Six months ago major files on the case were stolen including your file and because Mycroft was involved the file gave away Jade's real identity." Valery began to panic. Which true identity was it she had two. "Valentina Swansea." Sherlock quickly confirmed. "They must have stolen the files for this reason and I never knew how important the files were until now. Unfortunately I never solved the case. Sorry. If I did we wouldn't be in this bloodin' mess."
"Sherlock it's okay. Whoever this person is would have gotten my file and note eventually. Mycroft would have given them back to Scotland Yard as the case had gone cold giving them a chance to retrieve the documents. Don't blame yourself.It breaks my heart to see him like this. He's always so proud like nothing can hurt him. But when he doesn't solve a case he believes himself stupid and incapable of doing anything.
Valentina gazed at the dark haired man pacing across the room.
"To think we wouldn't be in this mess if I didn't become psychotic and run off with Jim. But what can I say she was charming and charismatic."
"Yeah and he was gay." Roxanne decided the truth needed to be told.
"What?!" She couldn't believe it. She refused to believe it. "I never noticed. Then again I was no need by hatred for the Holmes brothers. Sorry again about that."
"No we deserved it. Maybe if we'd treated you better when you were young you may have become a doctor and wouldn't have become the east wind destroying everything in your path."
"It was fun for a while but then Moriarty began killing innocent citizens. But I didn't know until Mycroft told me then I joined your side. The side of the angles." Valentina looked guilty down at her feet. She took a sip of her water that was on the coffee table. Not realising that it was the only drink available and was not as clear as it should be.
"I may not be an angle but to me you will be an angle. "Sherlock held her hands and looked into the currently blue eyes. The assassin blushed. Her face was turning red. But it wasn't because she was flattered. She was choking.
"Sherlock, she's been poisoned." Roxanne's voice wavered. She was panicking.