Sherlock Holmes

Chapter Six- Truth Hurts

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Sherlock looked like a kid that just heard the ice cream truck music, he really wanted for me to ask him, oh why Sherlock, what do you mean by that you proved a point? Pfft, I don't need his intelligence.

It was really hard to sneak away from the police because, well I was already caught by beating someone the same day...now someone gets shot in front of me. Of course they will not let me go. 

Lestrade walks up to me and sighs, "Really? First you beat someone up now there is a murder?"

I narrow my eyes at him, "Are you saying I shot him? Like come on, he had it coming..."

He tilts his head, "Are you kidding me? He had it coming? Why would you say that?"

I couldn't say anything to anyone about what the man told me. This information put in the wrong hands can cause trouble. I had to keep it to myself. Now...how do I get out of here?

I sigh, "Look, I actually don't even know. He helped me uncuff myself from the damn door knocker and he wanted to go for lunch. I couldn't say no...I was very hungry. We were talking and having a awesome time...then bam."

He kept staring at me, and Sherlock beside him was tapping his foot. Oh god. 

I narrow my eyes at Sherlock, "Can you stop? I know you really want me to tell you on what do you mean by saying that I proved your point...and honestly curly, I don't care."

Sherlock tilts his head, "I think you will care."

Of course I really wanted to know what he meant! But right now, my right arm is bleeding and its really painful. I am not letting these sickos take care of my arm. I can do that myself.

I sigh, "Look officer whatver your name is, I really need to go to the washroom."

Lestrade crosses his arms, "Nope, you're under suspect right now..."

John beside Sherlock narrows his eyebrows, "She couldn't have done it!"

I start tapping my foot, "Look bud, I really have to go to the washroom!! Do you want me to do my business all over here because I will!"

Lestrade licks his lips and looks at Sherlock, he doesn't say anything, "Fine, be quick."

I look around, "I need my purse."

Lestrade looks at me stupid, "Why? We took the gun away!"

I put my arms up in the air, "Are you kidding me, you think I'm going for the gun? For gods sake, my woman materials are inside now give it to me!"

John raises his eyebrows and looks at the ground awkwardly. While Sherlock tries not to smile but then narrows his eyes at me right arm. Don't tell me that the blood is seeking through the blanket!

He stands up straight and looks around awkwardly. He goes back to his police car and takes out my purse. 

He hands me the purse, "Go to the restroom inside the restaurant beside."

I roll my eyes at him, "Yes ma'am."

I stroll past them still clutching on to my blanket. I get inside the restroom, It was only a one stall restroom so I could lock the door. I immediately take out my blanket, my whole right arm was drenched with blood. I slowly take out my shirt, which was hard because I had to slowly make sure it doesn't touch the small glass that as still stuck inside my arm. 

I throw the shirt on the floor and grab a bunch of toilet paper and wet it. I slowly clean the blood off, making sure I don't dig the glass even deeper. Once I got most of the blood cleaned up, I reach for my manicure set. I took out the tweezers and slowly took some pieces out. It hurt a lot, and I tried not to moan in pain. When I got most of the big pieces out, the hard part of managing to find the small pieces inside my arm was next. It was very pain full, I went against the wall and slumped to the floor. I tilt my head back and take a slow breathe. I better hurry up because their going to notice if I take too long. How they hell am I going to get away from this? How did I fall into this mess?

I grunt in pain when I stick the tweezers deeper into my skin to take the last shiny piece of glass out. It gets even deeper so I had to squeeze my arm which made the blood pour out even more. Finally, I get the last tiny piece out. And I clean my arm, I take toilet paper and wrap it around me arm. The blood will eventually seek out through the paper. I have to clean it before it gets infected, but how do I get out of this mess?

I grab my purse and put the tweezers back inside the manicure set. I grab the blanket and put it over myself, I was glad I was wearing a tank top under because there is no way I am putting back my drenched with blood shirt back on. I wrap the blanket over me, making sure everything is covered. I throw the shirt into a garbage bin. 

I walk back outside and see Lestrade standing alone, Sherlock and John appeared to be gone. 

Lestrade sees me and walks towards me, "They left because they have another bomber victim to solve. And you, are free. Sherlock gave us a lot of points on how you couldn't have shot him."

I give him my stupid look, "Oh gosh, are you serious? You had to ask him for help for this obvious not even a crime? If I was sitting across from him, in a restaurant full of people, HOW CAN I SHOOT HIM?"

He looks away embarrassed, "Well, what if you had someone working with you?"

I look at him dead in the eye and stand on my tippy toes to be near his face, "Do I look like the type to have friends?"

He steps back, "Okay never mind."

I glare at him then turn around. I start walking, away from the scene. I had so many questions, like now that I know Moriarty isn't the one setting men to go against me, and the man had said there is an organization that sets these men, experimented men? To go against me, and they are given empty guns? The organization knows that I can get rid of them, but they keep sending more? For the first time of my life, I was stuck, confused. I never had problems like these before, my parents used to send my to get rid of sick bastards using violence and other disgraceful things. Moriarty was the only one that got me worried because of him threatening my family, I couldn't defeat him because of his sick games. But now...there is some other group...what the hell am I going to do now?

I needed my brothers help.

He ignores you for good reason Luna, why would you call him? 

Because I'm stuck.

Then go to that fine curly man! He is probably waiting for you!

Fine curly man? Are you kidding my brain? I can't believe you are going against me!

I am just stating the truth. That's what I do. Love, conscience. 

I roll my eyes. I talk to myself sometimes. Now, call my dear brother or go to that smug detective?

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