Sherlock wakes suddenly, every thought in high definition. His eyes take in every ray of light and without a doubt, he knows he's slept too long. The noises are of a day in full swing, traffic heavy. He places his hand in the once warm spot of his vigilante only to be met with a cold empty space. He groggily sits up and looks around the room, trying to see any clues of how and when did she leave.
Giving up, Sherlock heads out of his room and into the kitchen. He begins to make a cup of tea when something caught his eye.
'Oh, that woman,' Sherlock thought to himself, grinning, as he picks up the gold envelope hidden in his tea cup. He unfolds the slightly crumpled paper and reads the new message.
"My dear Sherlock, so clever you are. You guessed spot on. My name is in fact Max, Maxwell Hunter to be precise. You could turn this information to your beloved friends at Scotland Yard but good luck explaining how you uncovered this information.
I would love to stay with you, honestly, but I am a busy woman with many more things to do. The game is not over, however. I still am the vigilante and you still are the detective.
Catch me in the crime
And I will do the time
Catch me when I fall
God, save us all
Now answer this riddle to your advantage:
What is the shortest complete sentence in the English language?"
- C. R
"Go." And with that he begins his search once more. He walks at full speed with determination and out the door.
YOU ARE READING
The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story
FanfictionThe sound of hearts beat side by side "I don't understand?" Foot steps thudding, nowhere to hide "Don't you know what's at hand?" With nothing left, but only sin "Please" So let's stop... And let the games begin. They say there's this person. A per...
