Sherlock Holmes (RDJ Sherlock x Female!Reader)

Chapter 9: A Plan

The events of the last few days run through Holmes's head as he sits in the attic of the pub, plucking away in his violin. Behind him, in the wall, are scribbles of name's of everyone that's involved in this case. He stands up and starts to lay out the clues he had collected on the floor.

A bone of an ox, a tooth of a lion,  human hair and an eagle feather.

He takes a piece of charcoal and draws a circle around each of the objects then draws a circle in the center of the four circles. He then draws lines which join the circles together in the shape of a cross.

In the center circle he draws a pentagram then pours a ring of salt around the circle. He lights four candles then sits in the center of the circle.

He pulls out a pocket knife, opens the blade and cuts his palm and allows drops of blood to drip onto the ground and then he begins to chant and begins the seance throughout the night.

Sunlight hits his eyes as he blinks rapidly. He groans then he felt a hand on his cheek. He opens his eyes wider and sees an outline of someone looming over him but he could just tell by the outline who it is. "(Y/N)?" He groaned.

His vision becomes clearer and he sees your smiling face and he notices he is laying on a bed and you are sitting on the edge. "You're alive." He whispered. "You can't get rid of me that easy, Holmes." You said as Holmes looks around and sees you are not alone.

Sitting in the middle of the room on a wooden chair is Watson, his arm in a sling and standing in the far corner is Irene. "Interesting artwork." Watson said, pointing at the diagram in the floor. Holmes slowly sits up on the bed and rubs his eyes. "You made the front page. Only a name and no picture." You said as you hand him the paper.

Holmes looks at you for a moment to see you have some bruises and a stitched up scar on the side of your face. He frowns at this and you furrow your brow at him. He raises his hand and gently strokes the scar on your face. "I'm fine, Holmes." You said.

He looks into your eyes for a second then looks through the paper. "So it looks like you'll be needing to work outside the law now and that's my area of expertise." Irene said.

"I feel safer already." Holmes muttered then sets the paper doen and looks up at Watson.

"You seem to be making a rapid recovery." He said.

"Yes....I took this shrapnel out myself." Watson said as he holds up a long sharp piece of shrapnel.

"Mary said I had a lousy doctor." He retorted and you and Watson smile at Holmes who smiles back.

Watson walks over to the bed and all three of you sit side by side each other on the edge. Holmes in the middle, you on the right and Watson on the left. "Well I'm....I'm just so.....very glad that you two are okay." Holmes said. You and Watson look over at Holmes and smile. You take his hand and Watson claps him on the shoulder.

Few minutes later, you and Watson are sitting on the edge of the bed, Irene sitting on the wooden chair and Holmes stands up and paces around the room. "Now that you're sitting comfortably, I shall begin. My initial approach was far to narrow. When Blackwood invited me to Pentonville prison he suggested I widen my gaze and at minimum, I have done just that. In fact, I may well have reconciled thousands of years theological disparity. But that's for another time. Blackwood's method is based on a ritualistic mystical system that's been employed by the Temple of the Four Orders for centuries. To fully understand the system, to get inside it, I re-enacted the ceremony we interrupted at the crypt with a few enchantment of my own. My journey took me some what further down the rabbit hole than I intended and though I dirtied my fluffy white tail I have emerged, enlightened. The fraternity who decidedly control the empire who share the belief with the kings, Pharaohs and emperors of old that the Sphinx was a door to another dimension. A gateway to immeasurable power. It's made up of four parts. The foot of a lion, the tail of an ox, the wings of an eagle and the head of a man." He said as he continues to pace while you, your sister and Watson watch him, intently.