No one seemed to notice when Bluebell left the flat to go downstairs. Everyone was still preoccupied with the business of where the phone was and thus the killer. John stared at the screen of the laptop, waiting for the map to pop up indicating the location while Sherlock and Lestrade were together and talking near the kitchen.
“We need to get vehicles, get a helicopter,” Sherlock told the D.I. Over in the doorway, Mrs. Hudson kept glancing around anxiously at all the officers still moving about in the flat. Every once in a while she turned to stare down the steps whilst biting her lip, waiting for Bluebell to reappear. “We’re gonna have to move fast. This phone battery won’t last forever.”
“We’ll just have a map reference, not a name,” Lestrade said back to the detective.
“It’s a start!” Sherlock said exasperated.
John’s eyebrows scrunched together as the map on the screen zoomed in on where the phone was. “Sherlock…,” he called confused.
Sherlock didn’t seem to hear John. “It narrows it down from just anyone in London. It’s the first proper lead that we’ve had.”
“Sherlock…” John tried again.
Sherlock moved across the room. “What is it? Quickly, where?” he asked as he peered at the screen over John’s shoulder.
John blinked as he hesitantly lifted up a hand to point at the screen. “It’s here. It’s in 221 Baker Street.”
Sherlock glanced up at the wall confused. “How can it be here?” He slowly straightened up. “How?”
“Well, maybe it was in the case when you brought it back and it fell out somewhere,” Lestrade offered as Sherlock started to look around the room.
“What, and I didn’t notice it? Me? I didn’t notice?” Sherlock asked.
“Anyway, we texted him and he called back,” John told Lestrade, looking over at the man.
“Guys, we’re also looking for a mobile somewhere here, belonged to the victim…” Lestrade started to his officers.
Sherlock tuned the D.I. out as he began to remember the questions he had asked to Bluebell and John earlier. He stared ahead at him in thought.
Who do we trust, even if we don’t know them?
Images began to flash through Sherlock’s head. One was of a black taxi driving through the rain with its sign lit up that it was up for hire.
Who passes unnoticed wherever they go?
The image in Sherlock’s head changed from the taxi to actually seeing one of the victims walking down with a hand raised to hail a taxi for himself.
Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?
Another image in his head appeared after, this time of another of the victims walking across the road in the pouring rain with his hands in his pockets. Behind him a taxi was driving up the road along.
This image was then replaced in the detective’s head with the third victim who was in despair as she realized that she didn’t have her car keys and thus could not get inside of her vehicle. A taxi pulled up nearby just as the woman glanced over.
One more image flashed through Sherlock’s mind of the newest victim. It was of Jennifer Wilson as she arrived at a London terminus and got inside the back of a taxi.
Sherlock slowly snapped out of his thoughts as the sound of his phone trilled out, indicating that the man had a text. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out the black device. On the screen there was a message for him: COME WITH ME. Just as Sherlock’s head turned to the door of his flat, he saw a man turn slowly around with a pink phone out and walk back down the steps.
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Child's Play
FanfictionBluebell has known and worked with Sherlock Holmes for five years. She's in love with the man but knows that he doesn't feel the same about her. She's accepted it, though, and stays beside him as his friend and partner, unwilling to give either up j...
