Yellow Skittle Sociopaths | Book 1

15: Telling the Story

"She was clever," Sherlock pranced around Savanna and me in our side-by-side hospital beds waving his arms as if he were conducting some sort of invisible choir or orchestra. "Oh, but not anywhere near clever enough--"

"Sherlock!" I snapped. "This is our bust, we did almost get killed for it anyway, so our lives our bust," I smirked. "So, go sit with Mycroft if you're bored, and leave the detective work to the big girls," a moment I thought would never come, followed my snarky remark--but it wasn't just because a half an hour ago I thought I was gonna die--but because Savanna and I shared a high-five. An actual high-five.

Well, I enjoyed it.

Sherlock and Mycroft stood next to each other, sharing something a it different: a scoff and the rolling of eyes. They act a lot more similar than we give them credit for...

"Why must I be here?" Mycroft asked, his usual tone lacing his words.

"This woman committed federal crimes of attempted murder on two accounts toward two technically British civilians and since she's the police, we needed a higher force to deal with her," I stated simply.

"Right then," Savanna motioned with her hands for Mycroft to make the arrest. "Arrest her already."

"On what grounds, Ms. Jackson?"

"Poison!" I shouted.

"Like you could prove anything!" Andrea Stein chose a horrible time to talk. Holding up a recording device, I gave her my best "you're-a-bloody-idiot-for-not-checking-me-for-bugs-while-you-where-confessing" face--yes, it is different from my plain old "you're-a-bloody-idiot" face that I would usually give Sherlock, Savanna, or John...

Because they all know to check me for bugs...

I HAVE AN ADDICTION, OKAY?!

Mycroft huffed, pushing himself off of the wall he had been lounging on, and making his way over to Andrea for the arrest, when I stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait. It's no fun if you don't know the whole story..."

Mycroft sighs and obeys. I listened closely to this sigh. It was one of...concern? Maybe...it definitely wasn't irritation...

"And...don't worry," I said in a hushed tone. "I'll be alright..."

A breath caught in his throat.

Yep. It was concern.

"All true!" Savanna cut in to the silence that nearly covered the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her rubbing her leg, wincing at the throbbing pain. John looked over at her, but nothing was said about it. "You see, we have evidence that proves, Ms. Stein here, poisoned Anthoni."

"And not just a recording," John mentioned from the sidelines.

"Although," I added, pressing another couple buttons on my recording device. "I have that too..."

"Ms. Jackson?" Mycroft's voice silently begged for an explanation.

"Anthoni was given--and stupidly accepted--a package of skittles from none other than Chief Stein, and was found passed out in her flat that night with seemingly no explanation. That's not the scary thing though..."

"And I suppose you're going to tell me what that thing was--"

"She woke up in the holding cell the police station, even though Anthoni lives alone, with no friends."

"Gee, thanks..." I scowled whilst John chuckled quietly to himself. Savanna continued, ignoring the both of us.

"So," she locked eyes with Andrea Stein. "How do you explain that?"