New Places, New People: a t.v.verse

The hour prior..- chapter 3

"Ugg, sorry John, got to go," Tom said as he got of the couch. "I'm working with Moffat on a character for the BBC Sherlock."

"New character?" John asks, trying to remember anyone new that they have meet.

"Ey," Tom replies, walking to the door. "It one from Sherlock's past." When he was halfway out the door, he turned and said to John, "if anyone that looks like me with undyed hair, stay away from them at all costs, ok?" Tom's hair was still a shade of black from finishing up Crimson Peak. "Bye John!"

"Bye Tom," John said hesitantly. What in the world is he talking about? John thought to himself. He grabbed his tea and computer, and sat down in his chair. He was finishing up the blog about their most resent case. After a few minutes, he thought it was too quite without the knowing atmosphere when Sherlock was here.

He picked up the television remote and flipped to the news. Maybe we could get a case from the news, he thought. What was in was a resent report about a crime gig that was happening recently. Thousands of pounds were thought to have been stolen from trade in illegal drugs and stolen goods. Hmm, thought John. When Sherlock comes back we should get to work on this. He was so absorbed in trying to get details, he didn't notice the door open and close silently. The man snuck up on John on trained assassin feet.

"So this is the famous Dr. John Hamish Watson," John hears from behind him. He turns around in a flash, his gun ready. No one was there.

"I don't see why my brother likes you so much," he hears from his right, in the kitchen. He slowly creeps to the kitchen, gun ready.

When he was in the doorway, he hears, "I mean, your boring, but you are so easy to toy with." He turns around to see a man that looked like Tom, but his hair shorter and undied. He was sitting in Johns chair. Before he could do anything, he felt a stab in his neck from a singe. Before the drug could take full affect, he elbowed the man in the gut, turning to whack him in the nose with his fist. Everything went blurry, and he heard the man say before he was out cold, "you play this game very well, Dr. Watson. Just not well enough."

The man taped a note to the door as he and his goon left with John tied up over his shoulder. "Heh," he said to himself. "Even the idiots at the station should be able to see that." Luckily, Ms. Hudson wasn't there, for a horrid fate she would have met.

The two men walked out of 221 Backer Street building to a undescriptive white car. The goon hastily threw John into the back and climbed in while the man got into the front seat. "Where to, Mr. Holmes?" the driver asked.

The man in the front replied, "To the warehouse, my friend. Do the men have the others?"

"So far," the driver replied, "they have Mr. Mycroft Holmes, Mr. Moriarty, and Ms. Hooper. They're working on getting the girl."

"Well," Mr Holmes replied, "that enough to start. Why don't we let this game begin?" He noticed a man he remembered his brothers working with coming down the street.

As they drove off, Lestrade walk down the street, thinking the man in the front was watching him. I'm just paranoid, these cases has me of my rocker, he thought to himself. He walked up to 221b, knocking on the door. When he knocked, the door creaked open slightly.

Something very wrong, Lestrade thought to himself. John always made sure that the door was locked when he left. He walked though to see John chair askew, and blood in the doorway to the kitchen. He turn to run out the door, when he saw a note taped to the back. He walked cautiously towards it, wondering what it said. He took it off the door and read it, turning pale.

He griped it in his hand, running down and out to the street. He ran towards the station, seeing Sherlock with a girl at one of the cafes. "Sherlock!" he shouted desperately. Sherlock stood up so quickly that Lestrade ran into him.

"What happened, Lestrade, what happened?!" he asked desperately.

"John," Lestrade said, huffing from running. "Johns, missing."

Sherlock tried to run towards Backer St, but May held him back. "Wait," she said. "There might be more things he needs to tell us."

"Yes, yes," Sherlock said, half to himself. "That's a good idea. Sit, Lestrade, what else do you know?"

Both men sat, and Lestrade held out the note he found. Sherlock took it and read it quickly.

To the detective Sherlock Holmes,
How are you? I have your little doctor. I'm sure you already know who the other players are. Let the game begin.
-H

"Sherlock?" May asked him, seeing him turn pale. Their tea had arrived. "Thank you. Sherlock? Earth to Sherlock? You dead yet?"

"Lestrade, who else is missing," Sherlock directed to him.

"Um," Lestrade answered, huffing slightly. "Mycroft, Molly Hooper, and... that's all I know."

As they talked, May took out her phone. She got a text from an unknown source. She looked up when Sherlock said, "I'm going back to the flat."

"I'm coming with you," Lestrade said, and they both turned to May, who was sipping her tea. "I'll stay here and pay the tab," she replied. "You two go on ahead."

"Let's go Lestrade," Sherlock said, suspecting something was up. They walked purposely down the street and turned the corner when Sherlock stopped abruptly.

"What are you doing Sherlock," Lestrade asked slightly agitated. He wanted to get this over with. Sherlock peaked around the corner, looking at where May was still sitting. She looked worried.

"Something's wrong," Sherlock mumbled. When the waitress came back, May paid the tab and hurriedly walked away from Backer St. Sherlock fallowed her, and Lestrade fallowed him after a moment.

May walked down the street, looking at the text again. The ally between his store you will find something of interest -H. The only H she knew were Sherlock and Mycroft, so maybe this was something important.

She turn down the street towards John's favorite store to go to, wondering if this was a good idea. Probably not, but I won't die that easily, she thought to herself. She faces the only ally between the store.

She didn't notice the two figures fallowing her. This is not like her, Sherlock thought. Why am I doing this, Lestrade thought to himself.

May walked cautiously into the ally, her hand ready to draw her gun. She walks farther in, growing more and more suspicious that this was a prank. She reaches close to the end when a man came out from the shadow of a white car. "Hello," he said. "Want to play a game?"

"Jim?" she asked, turning to character mode. "Jim Moriarty?"

"No, I'm not that blundering fool, thank you very much," he said.

"You must think very highly of yourself, then," May replied to his comment.

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Hello my readers! Yeah! Update! Hope you all are doing well. The PARCC (CCRAP) testing is nearly done, yea! So, hope you like. Important stuff happened. What is the connection between the victims?!? Guess! Vote! Comment! Have a good day, my friends! ~H-T =^D