Sherlock Holmes and the mysterious woman

The Meet-up

I call a cab and tell the driver to go to the London tube. I check the time. 9:47. The driver starts to drive. I stare out the window wondering what will happen. Then I pulled out the phone. I don't remember putting it in my pocket. Did Watson? I shrug it off without thinking much of it. I go back to the messages, I can't stop thinking of what she wants. I stare at the texts.

{You can't hide forever}

{I can but I won't, see you tomorrow Mr.Holmes -NR}

I sigh and look out the window. Were close. I glance at the phone. 9:50. I keep looking out the window watching as we pass other cars, people and places. It's surprisingly calming. I keep staring out the window, then the car stops. "Were here" said the driver. I smile even though I'm not happy and I get out of the car. I walk into the subway and glance at one of the clocks. 9:55. Five minutes until Ten. I look around. No one familiar, nothing strange. I sit down on one of the benches and wait. A minute passes by, then two. I feel very impatient. I just kept staring at the clock, watching it slowly tick. It was 9:59. I tense. 10:00. I look around expecting someone to come over. Then a message on the phone, I open the message. My eyes go wide. It's not a message. A photo. A photo of me, right now. I look around. Then I glance back at the phone. Another message.

{Don't move -NR}

I freeze, I look around, no one. Then footsteps. I quickly turn around and stand up. "You?" I say trying to sound confident. She stops walking, shes at least 20 feet away from me but it's clear who she is. I could never forget her face. "What do you want with me?!" I say calmly, somehow keeping myself from yelling at her. She is the only person who truly scares me. "I just want to play a game Mr.Holmes." She says. I shake my head. "What game?" I ask. She smirks. "A game of chance" She tells me. There are foot steps behind me and a man is there. He has a mask on but i'm not looking at the man anymore, I'm looking at Watson. The man i have known for many years and might be my only friend is being held by gun point. I look back at her. She tosses a coin to my feet. "Heads he dies, Tails he lives" she says. I glance back at Watson then turn to her. "And if I don't choose to flip it?" I ask. I can't help but think this is just a trick. Some game. "He'll die." she says. I look down at the coin. "Either a fifty fifty chance or a certain death. What are you going to choose Mr.Holmes?" she says. I bend down and pick up the coin. I stare at the coin. "Classic game of chance" I say and look at her. She smirks a bit. "Simple and Easy" she replies. I look at Watson then the coin. I throw the coin up in the air. It falls to the ground spinning. It stops moving. I stare at it. Then look up at her. She looks from the coin to me and smirks. "Congratulations Mr.Holmes. Your friend gets to live another day" she starts to walk away. "That's it" I ask. "You just walk away?" She stops walking and turns to me. "You got lucky Mr.Holmes. Lets hope you have the same luck next time." she says and then walks out of the station. All I could do was watch as she left, Then I quickly turned around to see Watson standing alone. The man who was holding him is gone. I rushed to him. "Are you okay?" I ask Watson. "Yes, I'm fine" he tells me. Watson does look reasonably okay. He puts his hand on his head. "They hit me pretty hard though" He says. "I have a headache". I pause. "Lets go back to our complex" I say. Watson nods and I make sure he's okay as we walk out. I call a cab and tell the driver to go to 221b Baker street. Watson gets in the cab and then I do. I looked out the window. My mind is flowing through what just happened. She said Next time. Will this happen again? I glance at Watson. He still has his hand on his head but he is conscious. I look back out the window. What will be her next game? When will I see her again? My mind races with questions. I kept staring out the window. Ding. Message. From her. I check the phone.

{I'll see you next time. Good bye Mr.Holmes -NR}

I sigh. Next time. Next time I might not be so Lucky. Next time I might lose. I look at Watson. I smile a bit. Its weird. I shouldn't be so happy yet I am. I notice were almost home. I look forward. "Next time..." I mutter. I pull out the phone and type something to her. I sent it.

{Goodbye Miss.Rodgers. -SH}

I smile a bit more. Next time. I look outside. "Next time." I say quietly.