"There is no great genius without some touch of madness." -Aristotle.
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"IN WHICH A PSYCHOPATHIC FAN FINDS HERSELF IN ONE OF HER FAVORITE TV SHOWS."
BBC Sherlock | Season 1- 4
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Published on January 17, 2017.
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CHAPTER FOUR | SISTER NOT BROTHER
"Why do they keep thinking if they take a hostage we will give into their demands? It never works out."
The potential psychopath asked annoyed. After leaving the morgue Sherlock and Hella went to resolve Sherlock's case; as the consulting detective predicted the man was innocent but his cousin wasn't. But how stupid of the cousin to panic and run away, it took almost all night but the two unemotional humans finally catch up with him.
Hella was annoyed and Sherlock frustrated, the cousin decided to take Hella as a "hostage" he pulled a gun while wrapping his arm around her, big mistake from his part; he demanded Sherlock to leave him alone and he would give Hella back which only caused Sherlock to laugh; next thing the cousin knew it was that his hostage head-butted him and broke his arm.
"You broke his arm" Sherlock replied with a smirk.
Hella chuckled "I was going to do more-"
"Oh, I know, I saw it, you were close to shooting a certain limb under his waist" the sociopath interrupted "Should have let you after his dull comments about how he was going to escape prison and kill us."
Hella shrugged, she grinned when she saw outside of the cab "Well look who is here."
John Watson limped along the road and reached the door marked 221B just as a black cab pulled up at the kerb behind him. John knocked on the door as Sherlock and Hella got out of the cab.
"Hello" Sherlock said from behind. He reached in through the window of the cab and handed some money to the driver "Thank you" he muttered.
John turned towards them as he walked over "Ah, Mr. Holmes."
"Sherlock, please" he replied and shook hands.
John turned to the girl "I'm sorry. I didn't get your name."
Internally, John found a little weird the fact that the girl was with Sherlock, was Sherlock and the girl dating? If they were he wasn't going to judge, they should know what they were doing, after what she told him yesterday it should be proof enough that they were smart enough.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. My name is Hella Winchester" she shook hands with him "It's nice to meet you."
John nodded smiling "Well, this is a prime spot. Must be expensive" he said turning around.
"Oh, Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, she's giving me a special deal. Owes me a favor. A few years back, her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out" the consulting detective replied.
John frowned "Sorry – you stopped her husband being executed?"
Hella chuckled "No. He ensured it."
John looked startled but didn't notice Sherlock giving a questioning look to Hella, how did she know that? She narrowed her eyes telling him that she would tell him later... And now they were reading each other.
