Surprising Sherlock

Chapter Nineteen

John watched the car vanish into the darkness and ran over to Jake's door. He bent down on his knees and started taking out the tools he needed from the set. Within 2 minutes he was in; Jake had no flatmate since he was being financed by Moriarty so John immediately began his search for the briefcase Sherlock had talked about.

Jake's flat was small and cluttered, the briefcase could have been hidden anywhere. Luckily for the good doctor Jake wasn't the smartest of Moriarty's men and the briefcase was on his sofa. It was an old brown leather briefcase that looked used, but had a rotating 4 number lock. If Sherlock had been there he could have easily cracked the code, but John couldn't so he decided to do it the old fashion way and pry it open.

After 25 minutes of bending several utensils and tools John was able to open the briefcase. It only contained a flashdrive and a note.

"Hello John,

Did you miss me? It has been so much fun playing with you and Sherlock. My personal puppets. It really is a shame that it all ends tonight. At least for Sherlock. Have fun with my little flash drive, it should be very informative for you.

Much love,

J.M."

John picked up his phone and texted Sherlock, his hands shaking.

"He knows. Moriarty knows everything. You are walking into a trap."

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Sherlock sped away leaving John in the darkness. After about a minute Sherlock decelerated and turned off his lights. He stayed a good 40 meters behind Jake as he walked. He was headed towards Chinatown, but when he reached it he started making turns down random dark allies. When he finally entered a building it was a shabby little gift shop. Sherlock pulled off to the side and shut off the car. He wanted to wait to go in until he was certain Morarity was there, after all Jake was just a pawn, Sherlock and Morarity were the masterminds behind the great game.

Sherlock was pulled out of his thoughts when his phone buzzed with the text from John. He ignored it he couldn't be distracted. He stayed still for over an hour and studied the building, every flicker of light, every movement, every exit. His concentration broke when his phone buzzed again, this time with a call.

"What?" Sherlock barked into the phone.

Lestrade's voice cam threw the phone. "You were right about the Jake. We found a small amount of his blood on on of the needles in your coat. Nothing else was found on it."

"Then go get him. I'm busy."

"Come on Sherlock! What could possibly be more important than taking down the guy who tried to frame you?"

"Taking down his boss."

"What? You found Moriarty? Where are you? I'm sending backup!"

"No you are not. Focus on Rogers."

Sherlock hung up and put his phone down. Immediately going back to observing the shop. At 2:37 am all of the lights went out and someone left. Sherlock grabbed his gun and jumped out of the car and pursued them. After three minutes he knew exactly where the figure was going and who it was. It was Jake, going back to his flat. The cops would be waiting there for him, that meant Sherlock didn't have much time before Lestrade realized where he was and interfered.

Sherlock ran back to the shop as fast as possible, and up to a fire escape window he had seen. It was unlocked and Sherlock crawled in. The first floor was an ordinary gift shop with silly trinkets and meaningless souvenirs. It was quite and empty. He went up the stairs, he had seen most of the movement on the second floor. It was a rubbish place with ripped wall paper, holes in the walls and windows, reaked of body oder and drugs, and was empty.