Playing Games With The Devil - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter four: Running Into An Old Friend

Sherlock took John and me to a house in Manchester. I pretended to be highly pissed that he was causing me to miss work. He said that this would be much more fun. And it defiantly is. I miss being a detective so bad. Working in a morgue just isn't me.

The house looked perfect from the outside, too perfect. It was like someone was deliberately making this place look amazing. Maybe to hide what's going on inside.

I tried to peak in the windows while Sherlock went to the door. John stood idly by not wanting to take part in breaking into a house.

But it turns out breaking in wasn't necessary. Sherlock turned the knob and the door opened. "Sherlock, we should leave. What if someone's home? And I need to get back to Mary, the baby is expected to arrive any day now." John said as Sherlock started to walk in.

"I think we have this covered from here. You go home, and give my best to Mary." Sherlock said dragging me into the house. John didn't have time to reply before Sherlock closed the door behind us.

"What are we doing here?" I asked him. "Investigating." He answered simply. "And why do you want me here?"

"I need an assistant. John's developed other priorities. And you're not an idiot like most, so you'll do just fine. Now shut up, I think I heard something." Sherlock said while looking around.

The inside of the house was almost as perfect as the outside. Almost.

Blood was splattered across the kitchen floor. Sherlock went to examine it. "This is fresh, they must still be here." He said in a hushed voice. Then footsteps from behind us confirmed it.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Sherlock Holmes the famous detective. And..." The man paused as recognition started to set in. We both stare in shock.

"Sebastian?"

"What are you doing here, with him?" He asked anger flashing in his eyes. "I don't have to explain anything to you." I said with clenched fists. Oh how I wanted to hurt this man.

"Sherlock, let's go." I stated turning back to the door. "Brooke!" Sebastian said calling after me. I began walking faster and finally Sherlock followed.

"How did you know that man? And why did he call you Brooke?"

"He's my...my ex boyfriend. We didn't really end on a good note. And Brooke is my middle name." I said lying about the last part. Maybe I should have just gave my real name to begin with.

We walked in silence for a while until Sherlock spoke up. "You're impossible to read."

"What do you mean?" I ask. "I can't figure you out, and it's driving me crazy. Look at me!" He demanded.

I turned to face him. He had a blank face but I could tell he was frustrated. Sherlocks' eyes scanned my body trying to deduce something. He gave up and continued walking.

Sherlock said nothing as he and I walked for about twenty more minutes until at last, a cab came by. "You get the next one, I need to think. Come to 221b Baker Street tomorrow morning." Sherlock said, hopping in the cab.

"Great." I sighed as the cab drove off leaving me alone. I analyzed the situation. I was in Manchester with no money for a cab, no phone, and no idea how to get home.

"Damn you, Sherlock Holmes."

I sat on the curb and tried to come up with some idea as to how I was going to get back to London.

I heard a laugh and someone sat beside me. "Need a ride?" My stomach churned from the sound of his voice. All my instincts were telling me to run, but I didn't.

I was too angry and upset to do anything but punch him right in the face. "You left me there! I could've have died! You're a heartless bastard Sebastian Moran."

John's POV

I called Sherlock several times after I had left to make sure he was alright. I feel like his bloody father.

When I called the sixth time and he didn't answer I decided to go to Baker Street and see if he was there.

I ran up the stairs and into the flat. Sherlock was pacing back and forth. "What do you want, John? I'm busy." He said with a worried expression on his face. I don't think I've ever seen Sherlock like this before.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Moriarty. At first I thought someone could just be impersonating him but no, this is defiantly him."

"How do you know for sure?"

"Sebastian Moran. Moriarty's right-hand man. He's the only person Moriarty somewhat trusts. Sebastian is devoted to Moriarty. He's doing his dirty work again meaning Moriarty really is back." Sherlock said still pacing the room.

I stare at him with a confused look and he rolls his eyes.

"At the house in Manchester there was a note written in blood. 'I owe you.' Sebastian wrote it, but that's Moriarty's words." Sherlock explained. "And there's something else, Sebastian knew Renee. She recognized him as well, but he called her Brooke. They were lovers apparently." 

"Sherlock I think we should look into Renee. I have a bad feeling about her." I suggested. "Yes, for the first time you're right. I believe Renee may be working for Moriarty, but I need to be sure. I can't read her." He stated grabbing his phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked. The last time Sherlock this stumped about a person it was Irene Adler. 

"Texting Lestrade. He owes me a favour."

"I never thought I'd see the day when you would be going to Lestrade for help." Sherlock gave me an annoyed look.

"Shut up, John."

Brooklyn's POV

"I never planned on leaving you." Sebastian said holding his hands over his nose to stop the blood. I laughed and debated on whether or not to hit him again. "Didn't plan to? You think that makes it okay?" I asked.

"I had to! I was protecting you!"

"How in the hell was that protecting me? When you left they beat me until I couldn't move. If it weren't for Lestrade showing up when he did I would be dead." I said feeling tears swell up in my eyes but I blinked them away. There's no way I'm letting him see me cry.

"I didn't want my boss to see you. I thought he was dead for two years but then he shows up saying he had work for me to do. I couldn't let him know about you. He would manipulate you for his game-" I cut him off before he could continue.

"Who is your 'boss'?"

"I can't say."

"Sebastian, I'm being serious. Tell me who your boss is." I say sternly, anger flashing in my eyes.

"Moriarty."

I think I momentarily stopped breathing.