Sherlock Holmes

Chapter Eight- Speechless

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A set up? Excuse me?

I grab the nearest book and throw it at him, "A set up? Are you kidding me? I spent the last couple days trying to figure out why and how and how! It was all a set up?"

The book fly's past him, "I wanted to prove my point-"

I stand up and charge at him, but John stops me, "Luna, stop. Let him explain. And Sherlock, why wasn't I aware of this?"

Sherlock shrugs. I can't believe this, so all the things that guy said was false? But he died! 

I sit back down, "I don't understand...he died!"

Sherlock narrows his eyes at me, "Wait no, that wasn't a set up. Cuffing you to the door was the set up."

I was really confused.

I spoke slowly, "So...you cuffed me to the door....expecting someone will show up and help me?"

John looks at Sherlock confused, "How did you know someone will show up?"

Sherlock tilts back on the couch, "She had said earlier that day that Moriarty was after her but then when we saw her at the police station saying a stalker was after her and she beat him up. I was confused, Moriarty doesn't seem like the type to send men after someone to kill, he likes to work face to face. Like how we were faced with puzzles to solve for the bomb victims. I cuffed her to the door, to see if someone does go after her or not."

How stupid can I get? If he hadn't done that, then I would have never met the guy and he would have never given me the clues.

I stand up, "Thanks...that really didn't help. I already know he was not the one sending those men after me now. So bye."

Sherlock sits up, "How did you figure it out? Or did that man in the restaurant sacrifice himself just to tell you?"

I sit back down,"No, he was going to die anyways!"

He smirks, "So you made him tell you, you knew he was going to die?"

He was making me mad, "No! He said that he was going to die if he didn't get rid of me, but I was confused-"

John interrupts, "-How were you confused, he told you-"

Sherlock interrupts, "-She wasn't confused, she just really wanted to know who was after her."

I start yelling, "Stop interrupting me! No, well yes I wanted an explanation but he was here to kill me anyways!'

John narrows his eyebrows, "So you let him die?"

I was hopeless, "No...I don't know."

Sherlock says, "So you're a murderer."

I coudln't speak properly, "No...I am not a mu-murderer! Shut up."

John raises his eyebrows, "What did the man tell you anyways, what did he tell you that changed your mind about Moriarty after you?"

 I didn't want to tell them. Why do they care? This is my business. 

Sherlock smiles, "She doesn't want to tell us."

I roll my eyes at him, "Stop checking people out, pervert."

He looks at John then back at me, "Wh-what? I don't do that."

I smile at him, "Yes you do, you do your little check people out, telling them what they did or whatever that day. That is called being a pervert."

He sits up, "Actually a pervert means-"

John interrupts, "Sherlock stop, she is just trying to change the subject."

I laugh at Sherlock, "And your'e the detective?"

He lines his lips, "Consulting."

I shrug, "Thanks for the not so helpful help. I have to go now."

I start to get up and Sherlock says, "To go do more crimes?"

I sit back down and glare at him, "I don't do crimes! Where the hell did you get that idea?"

I takes a huge file from the desk and flips through it, "Well it states here in your files."

Did he get that from my brother? Wait he knows me brother? What no, this doesn't make sense.

I lean over and try to grab the file, "Where the hell did you get that? Its obvious you just printed all that out! It's not true!"

He pulls the files close to him, "Actually this is government files of you."

John leans over, "Did you get that from Mycroft?"

Sherlock looks at John then back at the files, "No, I just-"

John interrupts and laughs, "So you finally asked your brother for something?"

Sherlock glares at John, "It was a favour."

I was confused but did not care, "Look curly, those files are completely wrong, those are not crimes I do but merely trying to save the world....in my opinion."

He starts reading one of the files, "Luna Van Latino, age 25, born in Washington...blah blah...parents own in lumber company...blah blah oh this is very interesting..."

I don't know if all that was sarcasm, "Stop. Where did you get that? Mycroft whatever you guys said, what is he?"

John and Sherlock both say, "The British Government."

I start at both of them, "Okay...why the hell do you have my files?"

Sherlock shrugs, "I had nothing else-"

I interrupt him, "You couldn't get information off of me so you go to your wonderful idiotic brother to get my files, because you couldn't find any on the internet?"

John nods, "That sums it up.'

Sherlock glares at John, "No, I was merely reading more about my clients."

John and I both burst out laughing. 

I say, "Curly, I barley know you but come on, you actually went to your brother for help! And I am not your client!"

John points his finger at Sherlock,"She's right, why would you go to your brother? You would only go if there was something interesting...wait."

Sherlock tilts his head, "Exactly."

I was confused, "Like I said those files are not correct."

Sherlock waves the files at my face, "If their from the government-"

I interrupt, "The government is always at fault!"

John says, "Sometimes..."

Sherlock shakes his head, "But reading through all this. I understand how you become what you are now though."

I roll my eyes, "Give me those files."

Sherlock shakes his head, "For example. Did you know you're genetically modified?"

What?

I was speechless.

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