Hello Detective

The Empty Hearse Part 6

"Why didn't you call the police? Why do you never call the police!" I yelled.

"Well, it's no use now." He argued.

"So you can't switch the bomb off and you didn't call the police." I turned around in a rage, the timer now read 2:00.

"Go, Adelaide. Go now." Sherlock pointed towards the open door to the carriage.

"There's no point now, is there, because there's not enough time to get away and if we don't do this, other people will die!" I yelled at him.

Sherlock pulled off his scarf and knelt next to the bomb, looking for some kind of solution. I turned back to him and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock muttered. "I can't... I can't do it Adelaide. I don't know how. Forgive me."

"What?" I asked, tears now forming in my own eyes.

"Please Adelaide, forgive me for all the hurt that I've caused you." He said, his hands folded in repentance.

"No, no, no this is a trick." I tried to convince myself.

"No." Sherlock said, still on his knees.

"You're just trying to make me say something nice." I said, a tear escaping and flooding down your cheek. 1:30.

"Not this time." Sherlock said quietly, slowly rising to his feet.

I let out a shaky breath while turning my back to him once more. What do I say at a time like this? Why do I always get myself in these situations? I turned back to Sherlock and grabbed onto the bright green metal pole.

"I wanted you not to be dead." I told him, looking down at my feet.

"Yeah, well, be careful what you wish for. If I hadn't come back, you wouldn't be standing there and... Your world would be easier if I didn't come back." Sherlock cried, looking up to me.

"That's true, but it wouldn't be my world without you in it." I answered honestly. "You are the best and worst thing that's ever happened to me. You are the best and wisest man I've ever known. Yes, of course I forgive you. I'll always forgive you, no matter how stupid it may make me look. You know why? Because you make me the best version of myself. Without you I don't know who I am, I don't know who to be. I am the way I am because of you, for you, and with you. I am yours, eternally."

I made eye contact with Sherlock for what I thought was the last time. I closed my eyes, taking in one last breath, preparing myself for what was to come. I'd heard that in moments of crisis a minute felt like an hour. It felt like five minutes had gone by.

I heard snickering in front of me and opened my eyes. 1:28. 1:29. 1:28. Flashing back and forth.

"What the fuck?" I looked up to Sherlock who was now full on laughing.

"You-!" I began to yell.

"Oh, your face!" Sherlock laughed, wiping away fake tears.

"You utter..." I paced angrily.

"I totally had you." Sherlock chuckled.

"You cock! I knew it! I-" I was seething but deep down I was relieved.

"Oh you said such sweet things, I never knew you cared." Sherlock joked.

"I will kill you if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone! You knew!" I yelled, slapping his chest. "You knew how to turn it off!"

"There's an off switch. There's always an off switch. Terrorists can get into all sorts of problems unless there's an off switch." He told me.

"So why did you let me go through all that?" I asked.