From desk worker detective to Sergeant at Scotland Yard, Adelaide Gregson has come a long way from her days in Manhattan. When one consulting detective catches her eye, things get complicated. When a case now means life or death, will sentiment prov...
"Yeah, okay, I did. But the flirtings over, Sherlock. Daddy's had enough now. I've shown you what I can do. I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even 30 million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning... my dear. Back off." Jim spoke. I looked down to the ground, remembering the man we were dealing with was not afraid of racking up a body count. Sherlock stole a quick glance at me and returned his gaze to Moriarty, still holding his gun high.
"Although I have loved this, this little game of ours. Playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?" He rambled on, coming closer still.
"People have died." Sherlock said.
"That's what people do!" He yelled, his voice causing me to tremble slightly.
"I will stop you." Sherlock growled back.
"No, you won't." He said, I noticed he was right behind you now.
"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked me. I was afraid to answer.
"You can talk, Addie. Go ahead." I clenched my jaw at the sound of his voice in my ear, his breath on my neck. I hated that nickname, and I didn't allow anyone to call me that. My uncle always called me that, and I had more than enough reason to hate him. I looked up to Sherlock and nodded. He immediately held the flash drive out to Moriarty.
"Take it." He instructed.
"Hmm? Oh... That? The missile plans." Jim said, stepping in front of me and taking it. He held it in his hand and kissed it. "Boring! I could have got them anywhere." He said, tossing it into the pool.
My body took over, I lunged at him in front of me and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Sherlock, run!" I yelled. Moriarty just laughed, even though my grip on his neck was tightening.
"Good!" Jim yelled. "Very good!"
"If your sniper pulls that trigger, Jim, then we both go up." I spoke in his ear.
"She's sweet. I can see why you like having her around." He said calmly to Sherlock. "Then again, people do get so sentimental about their pets. They're so touchingly loyal. But opps! You've rather shown your hand there, Sergeant Gregson."
I looked up to see the sniper had moved their line onto Sherlock.
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"Gotcha." Jim said, as I let go of him, stepping back carefully. He brushed his suit off and said, "Westwood."
"Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock? Do you?" Jim spoke.
"Oh, let me guess. I get killed." Sherlock said as the sniper moved back onto me.
"Kill you. Mmm, no. Don't be obvious. I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway someday. I don't want to rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special. No,no,no,no,no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you."
"I have been reliably informed that I don't have one." Sherlock spoke. Jim looked back to me with a smirk on his face.
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"But we both know that's not quite true." Jim said. "Well, I better be off. So nice to have had a proper chat.
"What if I was to shoot you now? Right now?" Sherlock asked.
"Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face. 'Cause I'd be surprised, Sherlock. Really, I would. And just a teensy bit... disappointed. And of course, you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long. Ciao, Sherlock Holmes." Jim said, turning and opening the door.
"Catch you later." sherlock said.
"No, you won't" Jim yelled back, slamming the door. After the door was closed Sherlock placed his gun on the ground and ripped the coat off of me. He then proceeded to unstrap all the explosives from around my waist.
"All right?" Sherlock asked, I was still groggy from being drugged. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He slid the explosives down to the other side of the pool. I grabbed onto the pillar as my head began to spin. Sherlock had picked back up his gun and began inspecting the place.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. He was pacing .
"Me? Yeah, fine. I'm fine. Fine." He kept mumbling. "That, uh... That you did. That um, you offered to do... that was, um.. Good." He said, trying to find the words. That was Sherlock for 'thank you'.
"I'm glad no one saw that." I said.
"Hmm?" He asked.
"You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool, especially in this dress. People would talk." I smiled, trying to lighten the situation.
"People do little else." He smiled back. I went to look down at the revealing dress I was wearing when I noticed the red dot re-appear. The door opened and Moriarty's voice was back.
"Sorry, you two." He began, I looked up to Sherlock and he was being targeted too.
"I'm so changeable. It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind."
I was now standing next to Sherlock, nearly the same height with the heels I had been put in. He looked to me and I nodded.
"Possibly my answer has crossed yours." Sherlock said, pointing the gun at Moriarty, then slowly lowering it to the explosives that he had ripped from my body and slid to where he was standing. I closed my eyes and waited for him to pull the trigger.
