The Woman

10. Fire

One month later

Annie has grown very close to me and has fully trusted me. She is doing very well at the fire department and is there most of the time. I haven't found anything about her that is questionable. I am working on a compelling case; bombs are showing up everywhere, it's fantastic. Annie usually comes to the scene if we didn't get there in time so she can put out the fire.

"Where is the next one going to be?" John asks as he paces the study room floor as it creaks under his feet.

"I'm not sure, and He has a pattern." I say as I study the map of where the bombs were found. We both heard the tones go off on a radio we stole from her station. John likes to listen to it so he can keep track of her and see what calls she is going on. "MVA located on Parliament St. two with severe injuries and one possible DOA." The dispatcher read off.

"Truck one responding to Parliament st." A man responded.

"Do you think Annie is on that call?" John asks me.

"Probably, she goes on every call she can." I state the facts.

"She usually lets me know if she is or not."

"She will be fine, John." I reassure him. I continue to study the map, finally seeing the pattern. "He's going to strike here," I shout, figuring it out. We heard the tones go off once more. "Structure fire at st. Matthew's primary school on of 18 Old Pye st." The dispatcher calls out.

"1511 responding in engine one." I heard Annie's country accent come over the radio. No! She can't go there! That's where the bomb is hidden. I take out my mobile frantically as I try to call her before she gets there. I pressed the mobile to my ear, waiting for her to pick up. My heart raced out of control for the Fear she would get caught in this mess. "What' wrong?"John asks me, frantically.

"Annie is going to the bomb!" I run out the door without another word. I make it to the curb, trying to find the quickest way to her. I see a man getting off of his motorcycle, placing the black helmet on the seat. I ran as fast as I could to the stranger grabbing the keys from his belt before hopping on his bike. "I'll return it. There's a bomb planted in a school." I place the helmet on and drive away before he could say another word. I weave in and out of traffic, calculating the time of arrival, taking the quickest route there. I finally make it to the street of the primary school parking the bike next to the curb. I scramble to take off the helmet ending up throwing it on the floor. I saw Lestrade standing off to the side, staring at the burning building. I quickly ran over to him, almost knocking him over. "Where is Annie!?!" I grab his collar pulling him close to my face.

"She's inside! There are trapped kids in there! What's wrong!?! Let go of me!"

"There is a bomb inside!" I watched as his eyes almost bulged out of the sockets.

"Are you sure?"

"OF BLOODY COURSE IM SURE! GET HER OUT OF THERE NOW!" I scream at him, showing the urgency in the situation.

"THERE'S A BOMB IN THE BUILDING! I REPEAT A BOMB IN THE BUILDING!" Lestrade calls over the radio. "EVACUATE THE BUILDING STAT!" He calls over his handheld radio. I let go of his collar and start pacing frantically. "Lockaruba! GET OUT NOW!" I heard a man yell at a receiver. I rush, overtaking it from his hands. "Annie, you need to get out of there, there's a bomb in the building," I inform her.

"Sherlock, I'm not coming out." She sighs, I could tell something was bothering her.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, wondering what the problem is.

"I have five kids with me. My partner left me alone, and I'm running out of air."

"Annie, you are going to die!! Get out of there now!" I order her. "Guess this is goodbye."