You See But Do Not Observe

FIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE : FIGHT

Her worst nightmare, coming true. Fear was already rooting itself in her head. She was imagining the worst scenarios possible. But nothing could be worse than this.

One hand was handcuffed to the wall. Her feet were cuffed as well, so close together she couldn't walk if she could stand. The room was hospital-white, completely empty. The door didn't have a window. Michael stood in front of her, gloating over her, his feral smile back on his face.

He twirled a gun in one hand absentmindedly. Serena watched his every movement like a cornered animal. Her heart was in every one of her fingertips, in her throat, her head, beating painfully against her chest. She was sure Michael could hear it.

"Oh, angel, I've waited so long for this."

"Two months isn't exactly a long time." Serena said to stave off the panic.

"You have no idea. It was eternity, waiting for this moment. The moment when I leave and you scream and you finally choose to end the pain and misery."

"That's not going to happen."

Michael laughed. "Serena, we both know you're lying. You'd like to believe fear doesn't have control over you, but fear controls everything. It motivates people to act."

"Why don't you just kill me?"

"Because I want you to do it."

(Sherlock's POV)

"He'll have Serena kill herself." Sherlock said to John and Lestrade.

"Our only clue lies with the street names." Lestrade says.

"Michael won't make it easy for us." John said.

"Yes, he's quite determined." Sherlock said bitterly.

"Good thing we are too." Lestrade said, and Donovan came into the office.

"We have a hit. Angel Street, near St. Bart's." She said.

Sherlock followed slower than the others.

"Sherlock?" John asked. "I know you're worried, but we're going to find her. Serena can hold on."

"Nothing adds up. The bomb, how he found Serena, the way he's obviously been following her. How?" Sherlock said as they walked. His jaw went slack.

"Oh. Of course!" He said, and he rushed outside.

"Sherlock, wait!" John shouted from behind.

"Think about it, John! A man wants to commit a series of murders, but can't find his main subject. Who does he ask for help? And when he needs a bomb, who better to supply it?"

"He is not back." John's face tightened.

"He's been helping Michael get to Serena so he can draw me out. Make me dance and flail helplessly while she dies."

"Come on, you two." Lestrade called over, and Sherlock walked to the car.

"And I stumbled right into his trap." Sherlock said before they got into the car and sped off.

(Serena's POV)

Michael strode to the door, and Serena lost her self-control.

"Why! Why couldn't you just accept the fact that we were over? Why couldn't you have moved on?"

Michael paused. "I didn't want to be alone."

"You'll be even more alone now! Don't you see that?"