Hello Detective

A Study in Pink Part 8

 John finally walked through the door of 221B as I was explaining everything to Lestrade.

"We've got our guy! If we can follow him you can catch yourself a serial killer." I turned to see John.

"John! Finally! Where have you been?" I yelled, running over to him.

"I was at my flat, packing... I'm gonna move in here." He explained. "What's going on?"

"It's Sherlock. He just with the murderer, but he still has the phone so we can still track it. But the damn thing won't load while it keeps moving, we'll have to wait until they get where they're going."

"How exactly are we going to do that? What evidence do we have?" Lestrade asked.

"He has her phone. She planted it on her killer and that man has it." I shouted.

"There's nothing we can do legally without a court ordered warrant. And no judge in their right mind would do that with the lack of evidence we have." Lestrade explained.

"So what? We sit on our ass until we find Sherlock's dead body?" I groaned.

"Who says that wouldn't be a good thing?" Anderson said. I scowled at him.

"We go back to Scotland Yard, we wait. That's all we can do." Lestrade said, getting up and walking through the door. The makeshift 'drugs squad' followed behind him.

I turned to John before following everyone out the door. "Follow the tracker when it's loaded. Find Sherlock, before it's too late."

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I sat around Scotland Yard, twirling my thumbs and worrying. Nearly an hour had passed and I hadn't heard from John or Sherlock. I had gone over all the files on the past four murders and English laws on warrants or anything that could help. Just one loophole was all I needed.

And I had found nothing.

I went back to your desk and flipped through your phone. I saw that I had a text from John... but it had been sent 25 minutes ago. How come I hadn't seen it 25 minutes ago?

Roland-Kerr Further Education College.

-JW

I scoffed. Just because I had an address didn't mean anything. I still couldn't do anything. English legal process: great. I couldn't just up and leave, it was my first day! I didn't want to be fired for some man I just met. Even though he's the smartest man I've ever met. And easy on the eyes... I shook my head. Sherlock wasn't capable of feelings like that, and I knew it.

Lestrade's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Guys! We've got a one eighty-seven up at Roland-Kerr Further Education College. Let's head out people!"

187? Dead body, homicide. At the exact same place Sherlock was with a serial killer. My heart dropped. He was dead, and there was nothing I did to stop it. The man with the greatest mind I've ever met was dead, just because I didn't want to lose my job.

You felt a tear run down my face and I quickly whipped it away. I followed Lestrade out to the parking lot and hopped in the passenger seat of his squad car. I drove in silence as I kept a brave face.

"Do you think it's him?" I asked Lestrade quietly, he sighed.

"I sure hope not, but yeah. I think it's Sherlock. I'm sorry." He said. I turned my head and looked out the window as another silent tear slipped from my face.