I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 54: The Wrong Side

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"You're driving me bloody mad! You know that?!" I shouted at Sherlock as he laid on the couch of our flat five days later. He was released yesterday and he was already driving me up the walls. Yesterday John and I finished moving the rest of treasure and now it laid on the floor of my rented flat in Brixton. I planned on selling it slowly when I needed it. I already gave a share to John and Sherlock. Sherlock refused it, saying that he had no need for it as long as I worked with him. As for John he said that he would finally buy his flat that he was renting. 

After everything said and done, it seemed like life started to slide back into place like it was before this whole thing with Zane. 

"Then go somewhere!"

"No!" I shouted back at him knowing that I had to keep an eye on him. Today was my sitting duty, John was tomorrow.

"Then deal with it!" he said stubbornly as the threw a ball at the wall just so he could catch it when it came bouncing back.

My phone buzzed, Lestrade was requesting my presents. I frowned at Sherlock. I was sure he would be fine for just a few hours.  I would be back in no time. "That's it, I'm going." 

"Good."

Oh I could not believe him. "Good!" I slammed the door shut behind me. "Him. I can't stand him," I vented as I walked down the stairs.

"He's just as frustrated as you are. Just give him some time. He's just bored," Miss Hundson said kindly to me.

"I know he is, that's when he's the worse." I said to her. "I have to run an errand. I'll be back as soon. Call me if Sherlock gets worse."

"I will sweetheart," she said as I walked out the front door.

I walked out to sun shining in my eyes. It felt great that the long winter was starting to go away. I looked at my watch, I was going to be a little late. I started running down the road and stopped when I got to the Baker Street Tube. I didn't want to answer the hard questions Lestrade was going to ask but I had to face the music at some point.

I hopped on the Tube and in a matter of 40 minutes I was walking down the street to the Scotland Yard head quarters. I looked at the large building in front of me with a frown. I had to prepare myself for what was next. As I let out a breath, I walked in. I got into the elevator and as I got out on the right floor Lestrade saw me right away.

"Rori, great, come in," Lestrade said to me as I walked into the office, finding a seat. This conversation would be along one, I was sure of it. "Alright, let's cut to the chase. You don't want to be here and neither do I so let's get this over with. Zane framed you for the murder?"

I nodded at him. That was easier than I thought it would be. I thought I would have to fight for my innocents a little more than this. "Yes. Did he tell you that?"

"Yes, he said that it was his fault."

"Wow, ok. It was. But I didn't think he would tell you that."

"He spilt a few secrets when we said the right things," Lestrade shrugged like it was no big deal.

I frowned, knowing that Zane must have something up his sleeve. This didn't feel right. "That's odd. He normally never talked."

"He did for us. But he didn't tell us why did you lot were at the boatyard."

This is the question I had been waiting for and I already prepared an answer. "I have no idea." I said and shrugged. I practiced this script 100 times in my head. "He led us there. I don't know why I just know he wanted us there. Maybe he lead us there to kill us? It was a quiet place, no one would notice our bodies there for a while. It would be enough time for him to leave the country."