Never Ending Game*A Sherlock, Moriarty fan fic*

CH. 8

CH. 8

CH.8
SHERLOCK

I sat staring up at the ceiling bored out of my mind, my thoughts traveled along with the case. As I had expected the suit case had been ditched but her cell phone was missing from it which meant the killer still had it. Three Nicotine patches rested on my right arm helping me think as I texted for John to come, three separate times ending with something I knew would get him to come. The words, “it might be dangerous”, yes I had figured him out for the most part, the man searched for danger making him my perfect assistant.

“What are you doing?” Watson asked as soon as he walked in.

Exhaling deeply I responded, “Nicotine patch, helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days…” I explained not really thinking about his questions, my mind too occupied already. 

“You could always try breathing.” He responded making me roll my eyes my hands still held together palm to palm.

“Ah, Breathing? Breathing is boring.” I exhaled still staring at the ceiling.

“Is that three patches?” He asked with a bit of inquiring shock.

“It is a three patch problem…”I informed him simply the room falling silent for a bit before John spoke up again.

“Well, you asked me to come I am assuming it is important.”

Mind back on the need for him to text who I hoped would be the murder I began, “Oh yeah of course can I use your phone? “

“My phone?” he breathed trying to remain calm although I could hear anger hidden within his voice.

Sighing I explained, “Don’t want to use mine there is a chance it could be recognized plus it is on my website.”

“Mrs. Hudson’s got a phone.” Watson pointed out although I was already quite aware of the fact after all I had already wasted quite a bit of effort calling down for her in hopes of being able to use hers but to no avail.

“Yeah she is down stairs…I tried shouting but she is not in.”

“I was on the other side of London…” John started his voice close to anger but instead falling into the category of annoyance that I was beginning to realize he used a frequently.

“There was no hurry…” I reassured him letting him know that I did not consider it his fault that he took so long to arrive. Grouchy he reached into his pocket and grabbed it out thrusting it towards me and eventually setting it directly in my hand as he realized I was not going to waste the effort of sitting up to take it from him.

“Here” He stated annoyed before retreating a bit further into the room, closer to the burning fire place.,” …so this about the case?” He asked making me open my eyes again after closing them.

“The case…” I trailed aloud.

“Her case,” He reminded me redirecting my thoughts towards his question as my eyes fluttered open yet again.

“Her suitcase, yes, obviously…The murderer took her suitcase the first big mistake.” I thought aloud.

“Okay he took her case…so?” Watson babbled not understanding what I was getting at but then again I should not have expected him to, most people didn’t understand me in the slightest and he, admittedly was doing a better job of it than most although I suppose that came from his overwhelming amount of patience.

“There is no use, there is no other way, we’ll have to risk it…” I thought aloud. Yes, contacting the murderer would be our next move to confirm whether or not he did indeed have her phone as I predicted. John eyed me oddly but I ignored the look. “On my desk there is a number, I want you to send a text.” I explained moving my arm in the general direction of it and holding out his phone for him to take it again.