The Undefined Criminal - A Sherlock Fanfic

Gifts From The M Family

Lestraude strolls a few paces I front of us, eyeing me from over his shoulder every few seconds. We walked further down the street, towards a crowd of officers. As we got closer, I realized that the officers weren't crowding around a body, they were crowding around an open man-hole. "The body's down there," Lestraude sighed as we walked up to the man-hole. "There are a few men down there already, investigating the body. I can only give you five minuets, Sherlock,"

       "Oh please, we all know 'five minuets' means all the time I need," Sherlock replied.

       "True," Lestraude mumbled. 

       Sherlock began walkin towards the ladder down the man-hole. I yanked on the handcuffs and stopped him short. "Okay, I understand that you don't want a criminal to walk free or whatever, but handcuffed while going down a ladder? Isn't that dangerous? It's not like I'm gonna try to go anywhere. I'm standing in the middle of a crime scene. I'm surrounded by police, I would get like, ten yards at most," I said. 

       Lestraude glanced around, squinted at me, and finally sighed. He walked up to Sherlock and I, and pulled out some keys. The small click sound made me feel like a dog being let off a leash. "I see anything, and I'll throw you behind bars. I don't care if you're like Sherlock. I wouldn't care if you were the key to this whole case! Sherlock, she is still your responsibility. Make sure she doesn't do anything,"

       "Thanks for the incentive," I smiled and started climbing down the ladder. Sherlock grinned at Lestraude and continued after me, with John in close pursuit.  In my opinion, I feel like it's out of the frying pan, and into the fire as I climb down the dark tunnel. 

       The sewers were dark and ominous. Small spot lights were placed around the body, they gave little light. Three men and a woman were already down here, they were dressed in those sanitary suits or something. The second Sherlock looked at the others there, he groaned. "Anderson! Why is it that whenever there is a dead body that I'm examining, you always have to contaminate the entire atmosphere?"

       "Well, it's not exactly my fault that examining dead bodies is my job," Anderson replied. He had this nasally voice that instantly annoyed me. 

       "Oh yes it is your fault. You thought it was a good idea to study forensics,"
       "Who is she?" He turned his attention towards me. He clearly wanted to change the subject, they must have this type of conversation every time they meet. 

        "She's helping us with the case, better than you ever could," John said matter of factly. 

       "Shut up," Sherlock and I said in unison. 

       "Can we just examine the body?" I asked. 

       Anderson finally stepped aside. I didn't hesitate to move right passed him. Honestly, I'm quite shocked at my own confidence. I mean, I'm walking through a crime scene like I practically own the place! I walk up too the body, and I instantly start reading.

Nice shirt, dress pants, office worker? There's a card in his shirt pocket. I crouch down and reach for the card. 

"Hey! No touching the evidence! We don't want your fingerprints messing up everything!" Anderson snapped. He hands me a pair of rubber gloves. I pull them on, and grab the card. It's an ID card. Raymond Michels, chief of security. Security, where? 

"Raymond Michels, chief of security at The Old Bank of London. Charles Montgomery's boss. He worked as a security guard there," Sherlock said over my shoulder. 

       "Wounds are the same. That rope burn around his neck, he was strangled. A few stab and bullet wounds. Head wound near his left temple," John explained as he crouched around the body. 

       "Isn't it strange? You know, that they left the ID card. They must have wanted us to know who he was," I thought out loud. 

       "Did they leave a note?" Sherlock asked. 

       "Well no, but they did bust the electrical box down here, explaining why the lights don't work," Anderson replied. 

       "That's not right!" He said to himself. "They always leave a note. How else am I supposed to find their motive?"

       The others continued to examine the body. I look down at the ID card in my hand. Why leave this on him? It's easy to see on the body, it's not like the Montgomerys just forgot to take it. "They did bust the electrical box down here," Why? I make my way to what I think the electrical box. It's smashed open. All the spot lights are facing away from the box, it was almost impossible to see what's inside. "Hey, can someone turn one of those lights over here?" I called.

      John grabbed one of the spotlights and turned it towards my direction. The whole area around me was actually visible, rather than endless shadows that seemed to trap me. Yep, the electrical box is here. It seems like someone began to get all the screws loose on the covering, but gave up and just smashed it open. This person must have been under time pressure. I pull the covering off, all the wires are cut and all the panels are busted. Strange, there is a small box in the middle. Like, another electrical box inside of the other one. A small screen is in the center of it. Its off. There is a small slot on it, just big enough for a small card... I look at the ID card in my hand, and back at the box. 

       "What the hell is that supposed to be?" Anderson interrupted.

       "How am I supposed to know," I replied. "It could be the note," 

       "Well? What are we waiting for? Figure it out!" Sherlock was excited at this point. 

       I inserted the card into the slot. The small screen began to glow. A bluish-white color filled the screen. The word "Pending" flashed and a landing bar began to fill. At this point, Sherlock, John, Anderson, and his co-workers gathered around me. When the loading bar filled up, static covered the screen. Nothing else happened. "Well, seems like the Montgomery's ran out of time with their little gift," Sherlock sighed. Everyone walked away. That couldn't be it! There must be more than this? I decide to wait a little longer. Still nothing. I yank the card out of the slot and turn away. The screen suddenly changed. No longer did static fill the screen, instead, words were appearing. I've heard them before. The new signature of the Montgomery family. "Curtesy of the M Family".

       "Umm, guys-" I began.

       The words disappeared. A timer flashed on the screen. 10...9... 

       "Oh, shit! Guys! Run!" I scream. "It's a bloody bomb!"

       In an instant, we were all running for the closest cover. There wasn't much. Small side drains lined the main tunnel up ahead. They were just big enough for one person to squeeze in. John ducked into one, Anderson and the other investigators in others. There was just one left. Sherlock and I locked eyes, we both didn't know what to do. 5...4...

       "Well, we can't kill the world's only consulting detective, can we?" I groaned.

       "Wait, What? Amy!" he yelled as I shoved him into the side drain.

       I sprinted for my life. There was a turn up ahead. If I could just round the- 2...1...

       I leap around the corner.

       ...0...

       Everything goes black.