The Science of Sacrifice//Book Four

Chapter 3~ The Return

Teddy's P.O.V

GET SHERLOCK

That is what was written on the glass. In the middle of the 'O' was a smiley face. Lestrade, John, Sherlock and I stared at the screen where, frozen in time, Jim stood with a fire extinguisher, ready to smack it into the diamond that was being held in place by some chewing gum stuck to the glass. That was the only way he could break it because nothing was tougher than diamonds, not even that bullet proof glass. As we stared in silence I couldn't help but shudder. Not an hour ago was I standing in line waiting to get those bloody pastries before I got the call...

"Teddy? Where are you?" Lestrade had said through the phone.

"Where do you think? I'm getting the crew's morning tea- wait, what's that noise? Are those sirens? What's going on?"

"There's been a break in at The Tower Of London, you think you can meet us there?"

I was already out of the bakery and flagging down a cab, the adrenalin beginning to pump hard through my veins.

"I'm on it," I replied, before hanging up just as a cab pulled up. "The Tower Of London, as fast as you can!"

My cab turned up a few seconds after the rest of the police. I was chucking money at the cabbie and jumping out of the vehicle even before it had stopped. I caught up to Lestrade and Sally who both had guns in their hands. Sally handed me one and with a nod the three of us followed the armed police inside.

Everything seemed to blur together after that. I remember the sound of multiple shoes on the ground, all hurrying towards one area. I remember hearing the constant beep, beep,beep of the metal detector as we passed through it. I remember waiting for the armed police to disable the metal doors so we could get into the room where the crown jewels were held.
I remember seeing him. He was sitting on the throne, a crown on his head, a royal red robe draped over his shoulders, the orb and scepter sitting across his lap and a smile pasted on his face. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared at us, no shock or surprise written on his face. I couldn't say the same for myself, I knew all the blood had drained from my face and I looked as white as a sheet. His dark eyes swept across us all, finally landing on me.

"No rush," he said simply.

That was when I turned and ran off to find the nearest bathroom to chuck my guts up.

John was staring at Sherlock, waiting for my brother to say something, but he just continued to stare at the screen in silence. With a sigh I walked away from the computers, running my hands through my hair in exasperation.

"I'll be outside," I mumbled, but nobody replied.

The Tower of London had closed for the rest of the day so the grounds were empty save for the few police cars that hung around. I leaned against an old brick wall, staring at nothing and frowning at my own thoughts. I knew, deep down, that he would come back. I just wasn't expecting it to happen so soon.

"You all right?"

Lestrade leaned against the wall beside me, his hands in his pockets as he looked at me with worry.

"Yeah, just... thinking."

"Always thinking."

"Yeah..."

I looked down at the ground, scuffing my feet against the pavement with a little sigh.

"He didn't run, Lestrade," I said finally, looking up at him. "He didn't even try to get away. He just sat there with that stupid smug smile on his face. Why didn't he run?"