I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 43: Wasn't The First Thing That Came To Mind

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As I walked through back streets to get back to Baker street, my thoughts came back to two nights ago when Sherlock hatched a plan to get me out of this mess with Scotland Yard. The words were still fresh in my mind as it came as a flash back. 

"You can't be serious," I said up to him as I sat on the floor after he gave me his one-word idea, 'death'. 

He nodded at me, completely serious. "You just need to make the world believe Rori Anderson is dead. It can't be that hard can it? I did it once," Sherlock mused as he sat on the couch, throwing a ball up in the air and catching it. 

I frowned at him, not liking this idea. "I have to make ID's and stories and a new life." I didn't know why I was opposed to fake my death, I have done it at least two other times before. However, this time felt different. If I wasn't able to stop Zane then he would make my life hell and I would never be able to go back to this, working at Baker street with Sherlock. I would forever had to run from the law. I didn't want that. I liked it here too much. 

"Don't you do that already in your free time?" He asked, referring to the ids that I make often.

I smiled sheepishly at him, he knew as well as I that I was just making excuses. Why was I making this harder than it had to be? Sherlock wouldn't suggest this plan if we had another option. This was the only option to get out of this mess. If I didn't stop Zane, he would get the treasure and go into the wind like a ghost, like he had always done. If that was the case I wouldn't be able to have proof that this was all his doing. I would forced to spend the rest of my life in prison. 

I looked around the flat with a frown. This place had become my home. I had more now then I had ever had in my life.  I had family, friends, a place where I finally felt like I belonged. I never wanted to lose this. But Zane put me in a predicament that if I didn't stage my death, I would go to prison and still lose it all. 

No we both knew that I had to do this. I then leaned forward, looking at him knowing that this was our only option. "What ideas do you have about this?"

He nodded at me, understanding my struggle because after all, he had done the same thing not too long ago himself. "You need to make Lestrade believe that you took your own life. He hasn't seen you in days. He doesn't know what state you are in. Lestrade wants to see me in an hour, I can let slip that you're not doing well mentally and I need to get back to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't do anything rash."

I nodded at him. This could work. If he saw me kill myself, then he will know that I died.  

"I know that he'll want to come with me here to see for himself what state you are in but you'll already be gone by then. In a few days, you can run into him on the street. If Lestrade sees you kill yourself with his own eyes, he won't question me about it."

"That could work." 

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I was walking down a road close to Baker Street when I saw him. Lestrade. I panicked. He couldn't see me, not yet, it was too soon. We didn't have the plan completely in place. I didn't even have my ID's with me. Maybe he didn't see me, but then that hope faded when he looked at me with wide eyes. I stopped in my tracks. My path was already sealed. I supposed that today was good as if any other day was to die.

Without calling for Sherlock for back up. I looked up at the gray sky and took a deep breath to calm my nerves that suddenly washed over me. I have never done something like this, it set me on edge.