Recipe For Disaster

11: Hello, Sexy

The picture on the phone led to one of the 221's an empty flat next to Sherlock's. Sherlock, John, Melody, and Lestrade all opened the door to 221b Baker Street and turned to look at the door. "I could get myself one of these," Melody muttered to herself, but she noticed Sherlock heard her and caught him staring her way. "What?" She asked. "Nothing. I just heard you say that you could get yourself one of these when you obviously have a nice flat somewhere in London," was his reply.

"Um no I don't," Melody said before she realized they didn't know about her flat going BOOM! But it was too late. Sherlock gave her a questioning look before turning back to look at the door. "Someone's been here," he said to himself, then as if a sudden realization smacked him in the face like Melody did with his food, he shouted, "MRS. HUDSON!"

The four walked inside the dark damp and empty flat. Mrs. Hudson had left. There, in the middle of the floor were a pair of trainers. Melody knew who they belong to. She gulped rather loudly and her face paled. James, she thought, curse that man. He knew she would be with Sherlock so of course, the first round would obviously mean backing her into a corner. Sherlock took a step toward the shoes. John stopped him, "Remember, he's a bomber." Melody smiled. John was being smart.

Sherlock took one more step towards the trainers. His pink phone rang. Sherlock tentatively picked it up and looked at it to see the caller I.D. The number was blocked. Sherlock put it on speaker and answered it, "Hello?" There was sniffling and crying on the receiving end of the phone. "H-hello, S-sexy," a woman's voice stuttered. John mumbled something blasphemous and Melody turned to the trainers.

Although she wasn't listening to the phone call, she knew what was going on. Moriarty had stolen a voice, probably put her in explosives and is probably texting these words to her. From what she heard of bits and pieces of the conversation, Sherlock has nine hours to solve this case or else she blows up. Melody was just about to leave the flat until she heard this. "Say hi to darling Melody f-for me. Tell her s-she can't solve y-your case for you." And the phone hung up.

All four faces stared at her.
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A/N: Hey guys,I decided that I'm going to update any random day so my chapters don't get deleted. So that might mean like a lot of updates in a week:)

P.S. I know I've said this earlier, but I haven't seen the Great Game so the lines may be a little flubbed up or I might write original ones, so if I get lines or hours wrong don't blame me but my sucky memory.
-K:)