Sherlock Holmes and the mysterious woman

The Twist

Watson pauses. "But you do." he says in an almost whisper. I pause for a while. How am I supposed to tell him. "I glance at the phone. Nothing. No message. Nothing. I sigh. "Shes...obsessed, psychotic. She knows how to make pain to others without even being there. She knows everything about everyone. She has more power than the government. Nothing can stop her." I look down. Watson doesn't move. Hes too scared. Ding. I quickly picked up the phone. A message. From her. 

                    {Please give the phone to Watson -NR}

I pause. Re-reading the text a couple times. I look at Watson. "She wants to talk to you." I mutter. I hand him the phone and he stares at it. Just stares. He types something. Then it seems as if he pressed send. Then he stops and watches the phone. He looks confused, then surprised. He types something. then sends it and hands the phone back to me. I look at their conversation. Holy shit.

                         {I'm here Nancy. What do you want?}     

{I'm just here to tell you that even if you don't solve my puzzles I will not let you or Mr Holmes die. I have a transport for you two ready if needed. You need not worry Dr Watson. Sherlock will do it. He always does.  -NR}

             {Thank you}

I look up at him. He seems less stressed. Less terrified. I sigh of relief and I text Nancy. 

       {I assume you already know that I found your box.}

         {Yes, I know. I will send your last game tomorrow. -NR}

I take a deep breath. Everything is okay. I lean back in my chair. I glance at the clock. Its already  9 pm. I need to sleep. I can't stay awake. I get up and Watson does too. "Going to bed?" I nod. "I am too." Watson walks over to his room and walks in then closes the door.  I take the phone and glance around. I unlock my drawer and take the package out. I close the drawer and walk into my room. I close my door and put the package on my side-table and the phone beside it. I lay down on my bed. I need answers. I pick up the phone. I type something and send it. 

          {I have questions. I need answers. We need to meet soon}

I put the phone down and wait for a sound. I ding, a message. I take a deep breath. It's almost over. Almost. I check the phone. A message. I open it and read it.  

                            {9:40. The tube. See you there. -NR}

That was. Easy. I check the time. 9:30 pm. I need to get out and not wake up Watson. I get out of my bed and stand at the edge. I pause and think. If i could..would it work? I grab the phone and  another object from my drawer then open my door quietly making sure not to make a sound. I walk out of my room and over to the entryway. I put on my shoes and grab my jacket. I walk out of the flat and look around. No cab. It is late but there should be at least one. After a couple minutes a cab turns onto baker street and I call it over. I get in and tell the driver to go to the tube. After a couple minutes we arrive and I get out. I walk down to the station and look around. Just a couple people. Probably late workers.  I check the timetable on a screen. It's 9:38. I walk over to a pillar and lean on it. Waiting. After a couple minutes I hear a voice. "What do you want to ask me Mr.Holmes?" I look up. It's Nancy. "Why are you doing all this?" I ask quickly and sternly. She smiles. I hate that smile. The psychotic personality behind that innocent smile. "Cause it's fun." she finally says. I pause. How can someone enjoy torturing people. "Why me? Who chose me to do all this." I say. "You're the smartest man in new York. If I chose a random person London would be doomed." she replies. "But why London. Why make all this effort just to play with me, manipulate me." I say. I stepped closer to her after each question. How could she be so calm about all of this?! She smirks a bit. "That I cannot answer." she says, no emotion to her face except that stupid smirk. I step closer to her now only a couple feet away from her. I take a deep breath. "Nancy. I need answers" I say quietly. My mind flashes for a second. I need to do it. I have to. Nancy steps back as if she can read my mind. "Mr Holmes. I don't have any answers for you." she answers. I put my hand in my pocket. I can feel the object. I know I should do it. I have to. She's tortured too many people.