The Girl In The Coffee Shop (BBC Sherlock)

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

The funeral for Lestrade was held two weeks later and Edith, John, and Sherlock were invited. Edith put on a simple black dress while John and Sherlock dressed up in tuxedos. Officers were lined up wearing their uniforms as they mourned for their senior officer. Edith turned her head slightly and noticed that the mousy faced man from Ashely's funeral was there dressed in black.

Edith sat down next to him as the ceremony started and Sherlock rolled his eyes as he saw her seating choice, but still sat on the opposite side of her. "Did you know him?" Edith whispered to the man. He fixed his gaze on her and nodded, "Yes I did. He was my boss, how long did you know him?"

Edith shrugged, "Not very long. I met him a few times when I became acquainted with Sherlock." The man looked at Edith once again and tilted his head, "You're the woman from the crime scene, the one with the note."
Edith stuck out her hand, "I'm Edith." The man shook it, "Phillip Anderson."

Right then, Sherlock decided to join the conversation, "Anderson, I think it's time for you to listen to the eulogy, the big words in the speech might help you have a better vocabulary." Anderson didn't say anything, he fixed his attention to the curly haired woman who was speaking the eulogy.

Edith slapped Sherlock on the arm, "That was rude! You don't have to treat him like an imbecile, Sherlock." "He is an imbecile. His plainness is intolerable, if you had to see him everyday with that plainness, you might grow to dislike him too," Sherlock argued. Edith shrugged, "I'm plain."

Sherlock groaned, "Why do people say that all the time?! I had a friend who said she was ordinary all the time. Listen, Edith, if you were an assassin who targeted James Moriarty and got blown out of a building while protecting your twin sister, that doesn't make you ordinary."

"I said plain, not ordinary. There is a difference. I know that I'm not ordinary, but I'm just saying I'm plain, like I like butter on my toast or that I love Netflix and Nutella," Edith replied smoothly. Sherlock didn't say anything and Edith stood up, "I'll be back."

She turned around as she stood up and all the way in the back of the graveyard, she saw a glint from a light. Edith's eyes widened and shouted, "Get down! Everybody!" Everybody looked at her funny, but it was too late. The curly haired woman had crumpled to the ground, a pool of blood forming around her.

"Donovan!" Anderson shot up and ran toward the girl. People crowded around the body and Edith pushed her way through. She looked behind her once again and saw the glint. "Get out of the way!" She yelled and this time people listened. They ran away except Anderson, who was holding Donovan in his arms. Edith knew once she saw the glint that the bullet was for him and she knew she had been correct when blood spattered all over her when a headless Anderson crumpled to the ground.

"Edith!" Someone shouted and she turned to see that it was John calling her name. Edith ran over toward the two and saw the hoards of people running away. Lestrade's casket had been dropped and forgotten about. Edith's phone buzzed and she pulled it out to read the text she received.

Three out of three officers murdered. Old lady blown up, Mary Watson dead from the car crash. Only three more people, this will be fun. Run.

Edith put her phone back in her bag and did what Moriarty had told her to do. She ran.

~

Edith opened the door to see Ava reading a magazine. Ava closed the magazine and looked up to see Edith covered in blood. "Oh my God, what happened?!" She asked. Edith put her bag on the kitchen counter and showed Ava the text. Ava read every word at least twice and gave the phone back to Edith, "So what are you going to do?"

Edith shrugged, "I don't know." Ava thought about this before pushing Edith into the bathroom, "I know what you need to do and that's to take a shower." Edith rolled her eyes and closed the door.

When Ava heard the water turn on was when she called the number on her phone. "Hello?" Moriarty's voice said. Ava walked out of the apartment to make sure Edith wouldn't hear, "It's me."

"What's happened?" Moriarty mused. Ava kept on walking, "Sebastian shot the three acquaintances and I sent the text. Is that what you wanted?" There was a moment of silence before Moriarty spoke up again, "Yes. You know the next target, already don't you?"

"The one Cecilia failed to kill, I assume?" Ava asked. "Don't even mention her name," Moriarty snapped, but then calmed down, "But yes. I thought you would know. Do you want Sebastian to do the job?"

"Don't worry," Ava bent over and wrapped her fingers around the knife strapped to her ankle, "I got this." "Good," Moriarty said and then hung up. As Ava put her phone in her back pocket, Edith's door opened and her head popped out, "Talking on the phone?"

Ava let go of the knife and nodded, "It was your boss. He wants you at work at six tomorrow." Edith cocked her head in an amused manner, "Are you sure Arthur was talking to you about me?" Ava chuckled, "Yeah I'm sure." Edith nodded, not fully believing her, "Alright, come in, I made Mac and Cheese."

~2:00 a.m~

Ava swiftly got off the sofa without making a noise. She picked up her ankle strap off the counter and tied it around her left ankle so that it would be near her dominant hand. She cracked open the door and slipped out into the night.

She made her way to the familiar house that Moriarty gave her directions to. Once she made it toward the door, she took out a bobby pin from her hair and started picking the lock. After about ten minutes of picking the lock, the door opened and allowed Ava inside.

Her shoes made no sound as she strode across the floor of the house. Ava looked all over the house until she found the correct room. The door was slightly ajar and it creaked slightly when she opened it. There in front of her was a sleeping John Watson.

She unsheathed her knife and placed the tip on John's neck. It glinted in the dark, like Sebastian's sniper rifle did at the funeral which hinted her sister about what was to come.

Ava looked at the sleeping man's face, did she want to do this? Do she want to kill John Watson and make Sherlock truly alone? No, he isn't alone, he's acquainted himself with Edith, and their close on her trail. Ava took this choice into consideration and made her choice. She plunged the knife into John Watson's jugular, allowing him to bleed out on the mattress of his bed.

Ava left before John had died.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope this chapter was long enough. I just wanted to say that it was actually really hard to kill off John and I was planning to do it last chapter, but I thought this would show you a bit more of Ava's character. If there are any John fans reading this, my condolences.