Robert Downey Jr X Reader *EDITING

SOLVING MYSTERIES 6

*THIRD PERSON POV

"I was mistaken." Sherlock said as he walked to John and Simza.

"What?" John asked. Then, Sherlock noticed something wrong. Perhaps, someone is missing.

"Where's Y/N?" Sherlock asked. Only then, did John notice that his friend was missing.

"She was just behind us." John answered. 

"What about the bomb?" Simza asked.

"Right. Bomb, come along." Then, the three of them began running towards Hotel du Triomphe. As soon as they were nearing the Hotel's doors, the bomb exploded. Sherlock continued running to the door and up the room where the bomb exploded, following on his tail the two remaining friends.

As soon as they reached the room, they saw all the dead bodies of politicians. Sherlock and John began their investigation around the room. Sherlock noticed a gun wound on Meinhardt's head. He began tracing where the bullet came from, looking through his telescope, he saw a tower in front of the hotel. The three of them tower and begin inspecting.

John used his cane and imagined he was the assassin. The two gentlemen began exploring the place, leaving Simza standing and letting the two men begin their investigation.

"He took the shot from here. Using a tripod. And a shooting stick..." John said.

"...And realized..." Sherlock interrupted as he held a magnifying glass at the ground to where the scrape of the tripod was. "...There was a better position. This faint scrape where he dragged the tripod and...set it up here. 600 yards."

"650..." John said.

"And not to mention 7 or 8-mile-an-hour wind."

"He would've needed a wind gauge." John said. "Which he placed here." John pointed at the place where the wind gauge was supposedly placed.

"And put a cigarette down here." Sherlock added.

"Can anyone shoot that far?" Simza asked.

"Not more than half a dozen men in all of Europe." John answered.

"And how many of those men served in Afghanistan?" Sherlock asked.

"Why?" John asked.

"Prosperum with a touch of Tekrum. Must've fallen out when he was rolling up. Wasn't it the blend you all smoked?" Sherlock asked making John think. "You didn't tell me about a Colonel..."

"Sebastian Moran." John answered. "The best Marksman in the British army. Dishonorable discharge."

"He's likely now a gun for hire." Sherlock said. "This is the second victim of his that I've encountered."

"What better way to conceal a killing, no one looks for a bullet hole in a bomb blast." John said.

"How about Y/N?" Simza asked. John looked at his partner and saw how he stared at nowhere, knowing that the loss of his girl made him distraught.

"This has something to do with Moriarty. I'll find more information about her tomorrow morning." Sherlock said without looking at his friends.

~MORNING~

John and Simza are seated at the restaurant below the Eiffel Tower, waiting for Sherlock to arrive.

"He's twenty minutes late." John began as he looked at his pocket watch.

"He must come soon. I don't have any papers." Simza said worriedly, pointing at a couple of guards who were asking people for their papers.

"And I'm a foreigner. This climate is what Moriarty wants." John replied. Just then, they heard someone clear their voice.

"The Omelette fino is divine." Sherlock arrived with a tray in hand. "But they spared every expense on the tea." Sherlock gave out cups of tea and took a seat beside Simza.

"Now. you two compare movements, or consider what we know." Sherlock began. "Last night's bombing was clearly meant to look like Germany's retaliation for Strasbourg. However, the bomb was meant to conceal the murder of just one man. The man killed by the gunshot was none other than Alfred Meinhardt." 

John slightly sighed and looked at Simza, who was clearly confused as she ate.

"He makes guns, big guns!" John told Simza. 

"Only days ago, a large share of his company was bought by an unknown investor..."

"Moriarty..." John answered.

"The clues point in one direction. To avoid repeating last night's debacle, I was obliged to collect more sufficient data, hence my tardiness." Sherlock said. 

In the other part of the scenario, Sebastian Moran went near Moriarty who is reading the newspaper regarding the bombing at Hotel du Triomphe. Without their knowledge, Sherlock disguises himself to learn some plan of Moriarty and follows him until he gathers enough pieces of evidence.

"The train departs in fourteen minutes, sir." Moran announced. Moriarty and Moran began to make their way down the hotel lobby. 

"Do you have enough time for me to indulge my little habit?" Moriarty asked.

"Yes." Moran answered.

"How about our guest?" Moriarty asked, which brought attention to Sherlock.

"She's fast asleep. She was quite fuzzy last night."

"Did you or did you not do anything with her?!" Moriarty asked as the both of them walked near the carriage. Moran stayed quiet and Moriarty sighed in distress.

"If you dared lay another hand on her, I will end you myself." Moriarty warned as he went inside the carriage, going to another destination. 

Moriarty has this habit of feeding local birds, Sherlock was able to follow him. 

"His habit of feeding that urban species... the feral pigeon." Sherlock told the two. Then, John went near Sherlock to remove a disguise just above his lips. "So... There are seven mainline railway stations in Paris. But, taking ten minutes to get to Jardin des Tuileries, where the largest concentration of winged vermin may be found. Reduces that to one, the Gard du Nord, where he will be just in time to catch the 11:04 train to Berlin. It makes several stops along the way, one of which is..."

"...Heilbron." John interrupted.

"Exactly... Where we must go." Sherlock responds. 

"Where Meinhardt's factory is." John cleared the confusion written on Simza's face.

"It's Moriarty's factory now. Unfortunately, due to the bombing, the crossing between France and Germany is to be closed. I'm afraid our pursuit is over... Unless I can happen upon a comrade who knows their way around borders..." Sherlock began to slowly look at Simza, trying to see if she got what Sherlock would've wanted.

"And Y/N?" John asked Sherlock.

"She's with her father." 

"How would we rescue her?" 

"There's no we. I promised her one thing and I will fulfill that promise." 

The trio made their way again to the camp for their travel. Simza made them all ride the horse and make their way around the border to finally go to Germany.