A Partner in Crime [Sheriarty]

Chapter 2

Sherlock went to the kitchen and grabbed a sharp knife. He carefully slipped it into his coat pocket, and hurried down the stairs. As he walked out side he raised his arm in the air to hail an oncoming taxi. One slowed in front of 221B, and he hopped in.

"The hospital" He told the cab driver.

He fingered the blade he held in his coat pocket. The detective may have planned murders and shot Magnussen, but he had never killed anyone for sport. He remembered a case he had worked a while back. A kidnapping. He had recovered two children with only a footprint to go off of.

Sgt. Donavan was convinced it was Sherlock, and persuaded everyone else to believe it too. That had led to the fall. No one would ever doubt him again. Even if the evidence of the crime, which he will be sure there wasn't, points to him, they would find a reason not to convict him.

The perfect cover.

"If you could pull over here...." Sherlock called, breaking the silence.

The driver seemed confused. After all we hadn't reached our destination; we were actually far from it, but he still pulled into the alley.

He gripped the knife in my right hand, reached through the glass and slit his throat.

The driver gagged on his on blood, and it poured onto the seat behind him. The detective got out of the back seat and opened the driver's door. Sherlock unbuckled the seat belt and dragged him out of the car. He ripped open the driver's blood-soaked button up to expose his flesh. He had to make this kill personal. Moriarty would have to know it was him.

I.O.U. He carved it into the man's chest. But a slit throat and a carved chest wasn't enough. Sherlock went back to the taxi and used the knife to detach the seatbelt from the taxi.

The detective carefully made a noose, which was difficult with a stiff piece of fabric. He pushed the cabbie's head through the noose and dragged the body up a metal staircase. He tied the other end to the railing and threw the fresh corpse over.

Sherlock walked down the stairs that were covered in fresh blood. He hadn't had the driver drive too far, so he could easily walk to Baker St. He stepped back from the stair case to admire his work. The cabbie's head was slowly getting more and more detached. The IOU was bleeding heavily. It was perfect. Only one more thing to do. He took out his phone and put it to his ear.

"Lestrade. Hello. It's me. You'll never guess what I found near Baker St."