Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Crazy Lunutic? Think Again.

When the cab pulled up to the house, Sherlock knew exactly why Fiona had wanted to leave. The paint was peeling and the plants were overgrown. It looked like a house in which spirits would dwell. The house was covered in caution tape and red and blue lights flickered.

"What's going on Lestrade?" Sherlock said, trying to play dumb.

"We found a body- we don't know who it is yet, but this is Fiona's house. Please get in there and help us out. My men are idiots."

Sherlock nodded in agreement and John snorted. Sherlock began to walk in, and climbed over the caution tape. John practically had to jump over it, but he eventually made it over trying not to fall.

When they arrived inside, Sherlock immediately saw clues. When he walked into the room where the body had been found, there was no sign of any murder. After he looked around the entire house, he saw yet again, nothing. But, he had forgotten to look in one place- the stove. Obviously something had gone terribly wrong, causing it to burn. The stove, and the entire area around it were covered in ash, and black staining. He slowly opened the oven, and saw a small hole in the back of the oven. He pushed slightly on it and the hatch of the hole popped open. Inside lay a small envelope. He pulled it out and written on it was "Sherlock Holmes." He kept it a small plastic bag, and took it to Lestrade.

"Good job Sherlock. Go ahead investigate it. Tell me what you find." He took it to his lab, and scanned the outside. After performing multiple experiments, he decided the best coarse of action was to open the envelope. Inside was a note, that read. "Sherlock Holmes- I have been expecting you. Crazy lunatic? Haha I don't think so. I mean to do everything I do. From me waking up in the morning to a murder I commit- it's all for a purpose, and on purpose. Before I tell you who I am, I'll need to see you, alone. No police, no John, no Anyone. Meet me at your flat, um, how about now? Yeah that seems good. See you then! Or, now I guess." Sherlock didn't quite know what to do except leave. He texted John.

"Go ahead home- I think we have this figured out. -SH"

After hailing a cab, Sherlock pondered everything that the note said. Was there a hidden message? The answer was yes. Just, Plain, Yes. This murderer had already told him who he was. "Crazy lunatic? I think not." Sherlock had only said that about one person- Luke. But Sherlock also knew this wouldn't really mater; he would meet up with him, get visual proof, and walk away- hopefully. When the cab pulled up to the flat, the door looked entirely in-tact. No hidden cameras in sight, nothing out of the ordinary. Sherlock walked inside and sprinted up the stairs. His door was still locked, but inside Luke sat, drinking tea in John's armchair. Sherlock could deal with a lot of things, but this was not one of them. "Get out of his chair, Luke." Luke stopped sipping and looked up calmly. " Ah that's right-" he started as he stood up from the chair "You're a couple." he sat the tea cup down, and looked at Sherlock intently. Sherlock just looked at him with evil eyes. "No we aren't, Luke. and by gosh man, I'd think out of everyone you'd know that." Sherlock put his hand under Luke's chin and flicked it up. Sherlock cast his coat and scarf over to the couch and sat down in his armchair. "Why good sir," Luke started "I was not aware you were a suitor." Sherlock stood up abruptly and said "Good sir, that, I am not." Luke looked him deep in the eyes and said "Don't play with the shark if you aren't willing for it to bite." Sherlock walked over to Luke and said "What if I bite first?" A gun cocked and Sherlock held it against Luke's abdomen. "Yes, Good sir, I have used the power of distraction. Just like my biggest enemy, Moriarty, Playing Gay works quite well." Luke laughed "Well, Good sir- are we still using that? Kinda old don't you think? Yeah how about not-so-good-sir? Hmm not exactly what I like. Doesn't roll off the tongue... Maybe, Bad sir? Yes..." Sherlock rolled his eyes and said "Your point?" Luke smiled slyly. "I may be a few spaces back, but that by no means means that I am out of the game!" He quickly pressed something against Sherlock and he fell to the ground. Luke picked up the gun, and pointed it at Sherlock, as he laid on the ground. "See? I may not be as quick as you, but patience is a virtue you know. I always had a plan..." Sherlock's eyes rolled back into his head and his face became pale. "Why Sherlock, get up man! What's wrong? A little shock got you?" he scratched his face with the gun. "I'm not done with you yet, so I guess I will help you out... Bad sir." he grabbed Sherlock's phone out of his coat pocket, and texted John.

"Help. - SH"