Battle For The Crowns {A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter 6~ Insane Thoughts

<<<*>>> Brooklyn's PoV
I'd gotten the mysterious message while I was at Irene Adler's. However, since I was too busy ensuring she didn't kill anyone, and I didn't kill her, I was a bit too preoccupied to worry about a text message.
It read,
'Hello.. Miss Jennings.. It's suuuch a pleasure to finally speak with you again.. I'm certainly enjoying your 'rightful throne', as you call it.
And I know about those plans that you and my sexy consulting detective have seen.. But forget about them, if you want to see him live.
Because if you don't, I'll burn you.
Now, come and play, darling.
Vladivostok, Russia.
Midnight.
-Jim Moriarty xx'
I frowned after I read it, and thought for a moment.
I definitely didn't want to meet with him, but what about Sherlock? I've never cared for anyone in the past, nor worried about any sort of consequences from my actions. So, why should it matter now?
I need him for my case. That's the reason. He's a valuable piece in the chess game. All too important, if he's taken, the game is over. He's the King of the White, and I'm the Queen. The most powerful piece on the board. However, James Moriarty is the King of the Black, and he is the Queen. He will stop at nothing to achieve his ends, that's his Queenly Right, but if he's taken, the game is over, and that's his Kingly curse.
"I'm sorry, Sherlock." I mumbled, and walked over to my closet to become the one person I was starting to want to leave behind.
Brooklyn Jennings, the Lonely Assassin.
<<<*>>>
As I climbed onto the plane that Mr. Moriarty had so graciously sent for me, after I responded to his text, I was starting to regret this decision. My eyes scanned through the text messages, in order to try and calm my nerves, and to gain any information that may have magically appeared in the last 10 seconds.
'Hello to you, as well, Mister Moriarty. And yes, I'm sure you are enjoying my throne, considering I made it for me.
But, that is of no matter at this point. I'll accept your gracious offer to save Sherlock's life. But alas, I have no jets, for you have them all. I'm assuming one is on its way towards me?
-Brooklyn Jennings xx'

'Ah, you're assuming, correctly Miss Jennings. In fact, there is a jet waiting on you now, at the airport.
I'll see you shortly.
-James Moriarty xx'
I was pulled back to reality by the flight attendant asking me if I wanted anything to drink.
"Oh! Um, I'm assuming Moriarty has wine, doesn't he?"
She nodded vigorously and smiled.
"I'll take some then. Thanks.." I mumbled, as I received a text message.
'Where are you? We've been looking everywhere.
-JW'
I smiled and wondered whether I could text him back. Moriarty probably wouldn't let me.. So I did.
'Oh, I'm popping off to my friend's. He needed my assistance.
-Brooklyn Jennings xx'

'Oh. Well, as soon as you are done, I need help. Sherlock was injected with God knows what at Irene's. But he's delusional, sweating, running a fever, and mumbling things.
-JW'
I sighed and put my head in my hands. "I told him!" I exclaimed.
"Sorry ma'am, told who what?" The waitress asked.
"Ah, nothing. Just.. Hand me the wine."
She giggled and passed it over gently.
'Okay, well, that's pleasant I suppose. Tell me what he's mumbling. It may help. He probably knew what chemical it was, knowing him.
-Brooklyn Jennings xx'

'Er, he's mumbling.. Adler, chemical, sleepy time, and.. Oh. Your name, Brooklyn.
-JW'
I giggled at the thought of delusional Sherlock mumbling things and having fits on his bed.
'Alright. I can cure this, I believe. Many of my fellow assassins have been injected with a chemical from her as well. They showed the same symptoms.
It's a much more concentrated form of heroin, except its intention is to kill the person. However, Irene likes Sherlock, way too much already, so she won't kill him. (Yet.)
First of all, you need to video this. It may never happen again, and you and I both know that we each need blackmail for later on. Whatever the reason may be.
Second of all, I'd give him some simple medicine for the headache and the nausea which will come later. However, I'd merely watch him and ensure he doesn't do anything stupid.
You're the doctor, you'll know what to do better than I will. Just trust your instincts, and tell Sherlock when he wakes up that I said, "told you so."
-Brooklyn Jennings xx'