Lets Play A Game - Sherlock Fanfiction [Sequel to IBIY]

Chapter nine - Wrong man.

I ignore the flashing and the clicking noises of the cameras as they take photos of the crime scene. I look down at Samuel Abbotts body as he laid dead in his appartment. Blood scattered all over the dirty, cream carpet which he lay on and I just stared at him, confused. Samuel loved Joe- he would've killed the Castillo's daughter to get him back. So why would he do this? Why would he kill himself?

"He must have been expecting Joe," Lestrade started, "He knew he didn't have a way out of this when the police came in here armed. I guess he just took the easy way out, instead of going to prison."

"Yeah- the guy said to tell Joe he was sorry." Erin says, he's takes off his rubber gloves with a snap and leaves the room with Lestrade to discuss something with him. Im left with my thoughts and the few people in the room taking photos of the body and all the rooms in the house for evidence. Theres a whistling of a breeze coming from somewhere in the house, but I ignore it and continue to stand here, thinking. The police came in here armed earlier, guns pointed at Samuel as they tried to get him to release Mariana. Again, I was downstairs in a van watching live footage through a screen. Samuel saw the situation he got himself into and took the easy way out. He killed himself so he wouldn't have to go to prison.

"Mariana's okay." I turn around at the voice and see John come into the room, "She's terrified, but she hasn't been hurt. You can go home, get some rest." He tells me, being John Watson, the doctor guy, "You okay?"

"...He just wasn't what I was expecting."

"Who?"

"Samuel Abbott." I stare at the dead man in front of us. He was topless and wore a back brace that was used to support him. Something probably happened to his back while he was alive, "He dominated Joe. I was expecting a more virile man... Just seems a bit feeble. And then theres that back brace."

John steps forward a few times and crouches down to Samuel Abbotts dead body, examining his back. "Three scars." John comments, "Major surgery, multiple operations, fused vertebrae... Makes sense that he would've needed Joe to help him get around."

I hear the whistling of wind again, and furrow my brows with curiosity. I kept hearing that and it was starting to annoy me. But where was it coming from? I remove my feet that had been stuck on the same spot for a while, and begin to walk into the next room, "Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" John follows me into the bedroom I had walked in, looking around the horrible room with disgust, "My god, is that where Joe slept?" He nods his head towards the dirty mattress on the floor.

Something was wrong. I exited the room as I heard the whisting of the wind again, but coming from another room. I walk into another bedroom, except this one was more cleaner. It had a double bed, a TV, a comfy blanket- everything the other bedroom didn't supply.

I then hear the familiar sound of the wind tooting again, this time louder. I look towards the direction it was coming from, then begin to walk towards it; it was a window, and there was a gap in the bottom right of the window where some glass had broke by the pane. I looked at it for a moment, a memory popping into my head as I remembered something that Joe had said.

"I was in my room the other night... It was hot. I tried to open the window but it was stuck, and my hand went through the pane."

So this was Joe's room. It didn't make sense. Why did he have the master room for? Why did he have a comfy bed and a big TV in his room whereas Samuel only had a dirty mattress? Surely if Samuel was the one in control, he would at least have a nice a bed.

"What's wrong?" John asks, concerned. I wasn't sure if my theory was right, but I had to make sure. I couldn't let a murderer and kidnapper get away without any justice.