Under And Over: The Finale

Only Few Understand

EMMA-TWO WEEKS LATER
STILL IN JAIL
STILL HATES JAIL
HASN'T BEEN VISITED BY SHERLOCK SINCE THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF A TRIAL

"I know this is confusing, but you have to understand." Emma turned to look at Greg Lestrade, who had a note pad and a pen at the ready. "It all makes complete sense if you understand it."

She sighed and looked at the glass and walls that confined her. "Sherlock can't see me because of the trial. Coming to a jail and talking to an inmate, even though it is only me, even though it would make for great headlines, would make for a bad image on the jury. They need to know that it wasn't him that committed all these crimes. I am going to be leaving jail in a week, not completely sure why. Someone wants me out of here. Someone powerful. Someone higher up." There was a pause as she looked around at the other inmates. "You wouldn't think it to be Mycroft, would you? I mean, he is the whole reason why I got to see Sherlock at the restaurant last year." She looked up at Lestrade, his unmoving hand and empty notepad. "Why aren't you writing anything down?"

He sighed. "Emma, like I told you before, I'm here to find any information before the trial to prove that Sherlock is innocent. Sherlock is acting as though he is high even though he is not using drugs, but he won't let us do a drug test. Since the Big Ben incident a week ago, there have been incidents at the London Eye, St James Park, Cleopatra's Needle, and Piccadilly Circus. The trial is in a week, which does not give much time, and Sherlock is being detained until then."

Emma furrowed her brows. "You never told me he is detained! Why didn't you tell me he was being detained?"

"Just start with the London Eye. You read the paper, but John also filled you in on some details." He whispered the next part so no one could hear. "Sherlock gave you a phone, with everything that has happened."

She slid out a disposable phone from her shoe, and placed it directly on the table. While doing so, she informed Lestrade not to look down, not even when she started to read from the phone. It would gain suspicion. She started to read from the text messages.

"This is the first text. Make sure not to look, Lestrade. 'London Eye. Bomb in one of the capsules. Not enough to do any significant damage, but enough to severely injure eleven people and stop the London Eye for eight hours. Everyone got off but there was another bomb in the same capsule. No one got hurt but the capsule collapsed onto the ground. Happened as soon as I showed up. Capsule number 33. SH'

"He sent another text right afterwards, which seemed a bit odd, but he has been acting a bit odd. Here goes: 'Fun fact. London Eye only has 32 capsules, but they skipped number 13, so you can actually go into number 33, even though there are not 33 capsules. SH' 

"Now St. James park. 'The Tiffany Fountain stopped. I went to investigate why. Strange things like this never happen. (Really, I got a call from John. Wanted to take Rosie to see some pelicans. But investigating is always fun.) When we got there, the fountain stopped. John and I, and many others, exchanged nervous glances. The Fountain Never stops. No. It did not stop. Something was blocking it. A few seconds later, a piece of clothing was thrown into the air as the Fountain started up again. It was later revealed to be John Smith's. An unknown and unidentified body found in the lake, hours later, after people had reported the strange incident to the police. Henry VIII used to hunt in Regent's Park and used St. James's Park as a breeding ground for the deer he would later hunt. Funny how a murder was found in James and not Regent. SH' He never usually tells facts, showing off by being simple and to the point-- do you think something is poisoning the water in Mrs. Hudson's kettle?" She shook her head to dismiss that thought, focusing back on the phone.

"The next one: 'Cleopatra's Needle. One of the sphinxes heads were smashed off. Stolen. Sold online as a "replica". Someone got three million dollars out of it, as it was for a private collection. Police later seized it. Tried to trace the IP address from the online auction site. Did not work. Who got the money? SH'

"And finally, Piccadilly circus. If I were to ever leave jail, that's where I would want to visit first, after seeing Sherlock, John and Rosie. This is the last text I have received. 'Piccadilly Circus. Great advertising place. A sign was placed, with an address and a direction to call the police. Which place? 221 B Baker street. How much was paid? 3 million dollars. SH'"

Emma stopped looking at the phone and looked at Lestrade. "What happened after? At 221 B??"

"Drug search. That's why Sherlock was arrested." 

Emma looked surprised. She looked at the wall behind Lestrade in disbelief. "What kind of drugs?"

Lestrade dismissed her question and quickly took a glance at Emma's phone. "Is that phone pink?"

She started to place the phone back into her shoe. "Yeah, why?" She finished putting her phone in her shoe and then looked at Lestrade. Why would he bring up a phone when I asked about drugs? His facial expression scared her, and made her forget all about the drugs. "Lestrade, what's wrong?"

He look startled, sighed, and said seven words that Emma already predicted. "Sherlock didn't send you a pink phone."