His Doctor~

Chapter 25

"I'm telling you! This could be our chance." Deangelo tried to reason with his friends in the hallway of their high school. He stood in the path of his three male friends to try to stop them. "We could finally get out of this…" His voice became desperate. The three other boys glanced at each other with concerned looks. Two of the tall teenagers each grabbed an arm of Deangelo while the remaining one led them to an area they could speak. They went into an empty class room and shut the door behind them.

"You need to stop this Deangelo." The tallest of the four, a boy with short brown hair and light brown eyes, grabbed Deagelo's shirt collar as he spoke. "If Rizzotti finds out-"

"I know what will happen." Deangelo interrupted. "But we don't have to tell Rizzotti! We can get help without saying anything even with the drug!" He pleaded with his eyes.

"What do you mean?" the boy asked, voicing the thoughts of the other two teenagers.

"Sherlock Holmes. He can solve our problem without us telling! He can find the evidence and put away Rizzotti for good." Deangelo said, making the three others look at each other. They all read the same expression and the tallest let go of Deangelo's shirt collar.

"Sorry. We are not willing to risk it, Deangelo. Good luck." The tallest bid and left the class room with the other boys. Deangelo sighed and straightened his shirt, taking his leave as well.

Sherlock huffed in boredom as he, Jo-Ann, and Massimo sat on one of the many metal benches in Deangelo's high school. It was a wrestling match against a rival school and Sherlock couldn't be more bored. Three days in Italy and all he managed to get was a possible homicidal teenager and a suspicion about his doctor. Jo-Ann chatted away with Massimo like a mad woman while ignoring the detective beside her. Sherlock grumbled to himself and crossed his arms, wishing he was back in 221B with his black coffee and flatmate typing away beside him. She was beside him now of course, but talking to a man who confessed his love for her the day before. Jo-Ann nudged Sherlock, pointing to the doorway of the gym.

"Sherlock, there's Deangelo!" she told him. Sherlock squinted in the direction she pointed and recognized the teen. He looked tired and depressed, but immediately hid it when he saw his wrestling team coach. The coach was a tall man in his forties with brown hair and grey highlights. He had a scarred nose and scars along his burly arms and legs where his clothing allowed showing. He wore a blue polo shirt with gold stripes along the sides (school colors) and baggy cargo shorts. He was obviously the coach with his blue visor and how the students addressed him. It was hard to tell specific details about him from that distance, but the fact that his scars where visible from there meant they were once quite serious injuries. The coach saw Deangelo come in and scolded him for being late. Deangelo apologized and got ready to begin warming up. Sherlock watched with curiosity as the coach stopped the young boy that was about to wrestle the match and pushed Deangelo to fight instead. The boy agreed instantly and backed away, letting Deangelo step in the circle in his place. Massimo's little brother removed the clothes he wore over his singlet and prepared to wrestle.

"Jo-Ann? Aren't wrestlers supposed to warm up before matches?" Sherlock leaned over to his doctor to speak over the noise of the gym.

"Yeah, usually. I don't know why Deangelo is fighting so quickly…" Jo-Ann agreed with his concerns and then turned to Massimo to ask. Massimo said the same before the bell chimed for the match to start. The two teens danced around each other, each ready to fight. The rival opponent acted first, charging in to grab Deangelo's shoulders. Deangelo blocked but kept his head against his opponent, waiting to strike. They stayed neutral for a minute, getting into holds or getting out of them with no scores. Sherlock became bored once again when the couch yelled from the outside of the circle.