Truth or Dare/ A BBC Sherlock Story

Cabs, Death, and Mystery Men

     From this point on the story will be base loosely off of the show. Some of the conversations will be the same, word for word.
Others will be loose and added with the role of Bella.
The scenes will not change but scenes will be added and/or skipped over completely to fit the story line.

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     Sherlock took off in haste as the rest of the room was mulling over the events that had taken place. With a tentative watchful  eye placed on him Bella buttoning up the jacket she was wearing which, she hadn't had the change to slip off, and followed. 

     Hue feet were barely auditable as the touched down on the wood stairs he practically raced down but with a grace she was dumbfounded on how he had. He slipped into the backseat of a cab just as she was pulling the door to 221B back street closed behind her. The gentleman closing the door looked at her before opening it again and gesturing for her to step inside and she did joining Sherlock in the back seat.

     "What are you doing?" He spat at her as the door closed with a thud jolting the two of them for a moment. She was panting having to nearly race after him before he left.

     "Following you. Obviously. Now shut up. That's our guy." She said back to him as she zipped up the remanded of her open jacket. The cabbie popped into the passenger seat and they took off. To where she didn't know as of yet. She met the cab drivers eyes in the review mirror for merely a moment before he looked away bringing his attention back down on the road. It would spoil the fun if he killed them in an accident instead of what he had planned.

She instead brought her attention out the window as the busy London streets flashed by them in blurs if bright lights and honking horns. It was a near ten minutes into the drive before her phone vibrated in her coat pocket.

     What are you doing? ~RB

     She looked at the message skeptically before replying. She had no idea who "RB" was or where the unknown number was coming from but she was now determined to find out.

     Who is this? ~BL

     Our deal stands dear. Don't die. ~RB

     Immediately she knew who it was sending these messages. Of course she also knew that "RB" wasn't their initials or their real name but an alias that they have  gone by. Her resolve only hardened in this moment.

     "What is it?" Sherlock must have picked up on her confused looks and souring of the air. When she looked at him he was giving her wary glances and not meeting her eye. She deduced by his awkward posture and the strained neck, as well as the creasing that was forming on his jacket that he had been reading over her shoulder.

     "Why ask questions you already know the answer to Mr. Holmes." She bit back at him venom lacing every word coming from her mouth. She despised having her personal space entered without explicate warning or cause.

     "Who is "RB"? He asked finally meeting her eye. The air was tense and thick with annoyance and he was almost certainly picking up on that as he fidgeted in his seat only causing the jacket to crease more. She resisted the urge to reach out and fix it to pristine perfection.

     "Roger Baskens. Friend from university. We talk every once in a while to make sure the other hasn't off'ed themselves. Satisfied?" She wasn't exactly lying to him. She did have a friend whom she conversed with every once in a while to make sure the other wasn't dead yet. His name was not Roger Baskens and she did not meet him at university.