Loving the Insane (Moriarty Fanfic)

The Treasure's At the Ex

Chapter Twenty-Two

The Treasure's At the Ex

Jim's P.O.V.

"The faster you go, the larger your fare gets!" I narrowed my eyes at the cabbie who stomped his foot down on the gas pedal right away.

Sherlock clasped his hands, rubbing them together quickly out of what seemed to be partly nervousness and partly excitement. John, likewise, was trying to maintain his breathing as he stared blankly out the cab's window. I, on the other hand, sat calmly and patiently, contemplating what would be Sebastian's next moves.

There was no doubt Carter would be gone by the time we arrived at St. Bart's, we all had our suspicions. Sebastian wouldn't give up his location without a sufficient reason to, unless Carter had already left the premises. Nonetheless, Sebastian would more than likely still be there, and I was tempted to make him talk whether he wanted to or not.

Although I hid my feelings on the outside, on the inside, my blood ran cold with fear of how Carter may have changed or what he may have done to her. My heart felt a constant burning, aching sensation when she wasn't by my side and knowing she was in danger made me feel weak to the point where my bones could break and I would easily collapse under the fear, pain, guilt, and pressure of it all.

I had tried to fight these emotions in a simple matter by just trying to ignore them, which of course didn't work. I tried fighting the pain physically by preoccupying my mind with other things to do. I would wake up early, around 3 AM was the golden time, and in a simple pair of black sweatpants and a white tee, jog around the park in the middle of the dead silent, starry night.

No one was ever around and while I was able to listen to my classical tunes in peace, I wasn't able to listen completely with thoughts of Carter overrunning my mind. The more I'd think about her, the more energy I'd release. The more I started to elevate from jogging to running, and from running to sprinting.

The more my thoughts raced and the harder I worked myself, the much more it felt like my muscles were just ripping and tearing themselves apart.

Weakness.....that's all I felt was weakness......emotionally and physically......

We'd arrived at St. Bart's within minutes and we all jumped out of the car simultaneously, Sherlock throwing a random number of notes at the cabbie before he drove off. Sherlock just about lunged through the back doors before I had stepped in front of him.

"What are you doing!?" He shouted angrily.

"I know Sebastian more than you do and I have a plan. You and I both know that Carter's not in there. However, if we play it my way, I'm sure we'll get him to talk."

"Another game?"

"More like Good Cop, Bad Cop."

"Explain."

I whispered the plan into Sherlock's ear and he nodded before telling John. They both nodded before walking into the dark, hushed building.

Sebastian's P.O.V. (Damn, these new P.O.V.'s are KILLIN'!!)

"Carter!! Carter, are you here!!" They shouted pitifully as they burst through the doors.

I stood up noiselessly from my cushiony, velvet chair, turning around to take in the looks of their angered, frustrated faces. "Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, a pleasure!" I smiled gleefully.

"Where is she!?" Sherlock shouted.

"Forgive me, but could you give a name, I'm not quite sure who you might be talking about," I questioned with a sly smile.