Playing Games With The Devil - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter one: Blackfriars Bridge

I was walking home to my flat when I had the strange feeling someone was watching me. This has been going on for weeks.

Maybe I'm just losing my mind.

Ever since I got fired from Scotland Yard I haven't been myself. Last month I even got arrested for shoplifting. And that was just the first time I had gotten caught. To be an ex detective I certainly was finding myself doing several criminal acts.

But I honestly can't help it. Right after I was fired I tried to live as a normal person and I just couldn't do it.

I crave excitement and danger. So I suppose when I stopped being able to solve the crimes a part of me wanted to start committing them. Nothing major of course just small things to keep me from being bored.

And now I'm addicted.

It's like a drug, once you start you just can't stop.

***

When I got home there was a note taped on my door.

Brooklyn

Blackfriars Bridge, meet me at midnight. Don't be late. JM

I reread the note over and over trying to think of who "JM" could be. I finally came to the conclusion it's no one I know. But apparently they know me.

The logical part of me is saying that it would be completely stupid to even consider going. But then there's the other part of me. The part that would do anything for a little bit of excitement.

What am thinking? This is crazy. I don't need to be chasing after some unknown stranger who could be a serial killer for all I know. What I need to be doing is finding a job. The money I have won't last forever.

I throw the note in the trash and grab my laptop. I force myself to just focus on searching for a job. I could already tell this was going to be a long night.

***

I've caught myself multiple times checking the clock. It's been four hours and I haven't found a single job that didn't sound excruciatingly boring.

I thought about the note. Maybe a short break would be beneficial...

I fought internally with myself for several minutes until finally I was done debating it.

I grabbed my coat and left.

Thankfully I was able to hail a cab. "Where to, miss?"

"Blackfriars bridge."