The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story

VII

Sherlock quickly dashes out onto the streets. He scurries after the fire trucks, his heart pumping fast, adrenaline kicking in, running faster than he ever did before. He is only mere inches away from one of the fire trucks when he grabs the handle of the truck and jumps onto the moving vehicle. He hugs onto the side of the fire truck as it rushes down the busy streets of London.

When the firetrucks come to an abrupt stop, he hops out rapidly and rushes forwards towards the place where he calls home. Mrs Hudson, John and Lestrade stands outside the now burnt building. Only the bottom half of the building was touched by the fire leaving the participants to be safe. Mrs Hudson turns to look at Sherlock, shock and relief clouding her eyes.

"Sherlock! I'm so glad you are okay," She says as she pulls Sherlock into a tight embrace. Sherlock wasn't used to such emotional interactions so he pats her back slightly.

"I was running after another suspect but turns out she's just another pawn in the game," Sherlock replies bitterly as he moves out of Mrs Hudson's hug and walks towards the two gentlemen.

" I got another letter. It was warning me about this" Sherlock says as he gives Lestrade the letter. Lestrade looks furious as he reads the letter in his hands.

"Does she think this is some kind of sick game? People are dying because of her!" Lestrade says fuming as he tucks the letter into his jacket.

"In all honesty, I don't think she's a bad person," Johns says nonchalantly gaining the surprised attention of Lestrade and Sherlock.

"Add on, what do you mean," Sherlock says as his interest peaks at his friend's statement.

"Legend has it that she only hurt those she must, and when she does she gives them a warning to right their wrongs before she attacks," John says looking at the firemen distinguishing the fire.

"Yes and what does that have to do with anything!?" Lestrade asks impatiently

"None of us was home at the time of the fire. No one was near it and no one was hurt. The hostages she held, didn't have a scratch on them, except for the boss, Mr Noir, who was indeed murdered." John says as he looks at Sherlock for approval of his deduction.

"Nicely said, John," Sherlock compliments as he too was too blinded by the chase to see the full board of the game.

"She still is killing people! Which can lead to years in prison!" Lestrade says as he rubs his eyes with his hand.

"A villain is just a hero in their own minds," John remarks wisely, wearing a smug smile on his face.

"I can't with you people anymore," Lestrade says before hopping into a police car and driving off.

"So who gave you the letter?" John asks, turning his attention to Sherlock.

"The girl who worked at Scotland Yard who bumped into me," Sherlock says entering the now calm building. The interior of the apartment was still exactly how it was left, just the door of the third flat was slightly burnt. Sherlock slowly opens the door and walks down the stairs with John following behind him. In the centre of the floor lays another black rose. Untouched by the flames and placed beside another envelope. Sherlock rushes over to the envelope and tears it apart, not bothering to study the envelope.

"Sherlock you're losing your touch

Are my challenges too much?

The next one will be sent on your way

But rest now and wait a couple of days

For now, we are finally starting to play"

- C.R

Sherlock knew something big was about to happen. He just doesn't know where and when. And when he does, this little game will come to an end.