In the Name of Love
Holmes walked across the sidewalk to the polluted lake. It was almost
pitch black, without a star in the sky, except for the occasional
streetlight. He thought deeply about what to do next. There had to be
some way to get out of this.
Holmes walked on, not noticing the sudden chill of the weather. When
he finally reached the lake, the detective glanced around him. There
he was, Moriarty within a few yards of him. Holmes walked up to his
"Ah, glad you could make it, Holmes." The smugness in Moriarty's
voice made Holmes want to go after him then and there. But he
restrained himself. All it took was a push of that button, and Lestrade would
"What do you want tonight, Moriarty?" Holmes was demanding, and for
the first time in his two lives, showed his anger.
"The 'Bits and Parts' hardware store. Get these items." Moriarty
handed Holmes a piece of paper. "And remember Holmes, don't mess up.
Or else." He fingered the button on the controller in his hand. "All
it takes is a few seconds, and Lestrade is dead."
Holmes scowled and reviewed the piece of paper. His mind was racing.
He had to somehow tell Lestrade. But how? Write a note? Moriarty would
see him writing it. Use Morse code? Moriarty would hear it. If he took
the camera off, Moriarty would press the button, and the poison
Moriarty had placed in Lestrade's body would take it's effect
immediately. All there was left to do now was rob the hardware store.
But somehow, Holmes would get out of this and save Lestrade.
Holmes turned away from the grinning Moriarty and made his way to the
hardware store. 'This is all for you, Lestrade. It's all for you,'
Thought Holmes as he expertly snuck into the store. Of course, this
time he made more obvious clues toward himself. But what would happen
if Holmes' was in jail? Would Moriarty kill Lestrade anyway? Holmes
gulped. He took the scraps of metal Moriarty put on the list, and made
his way out the door, back to where Moriarty was standing.
"If I get caught and put in jail, what happens to Lestrade?" Holmes
asked Moriarty as he came up with scrap metal in his hand.
Moriarty grinned. "Why, I don't know. Perhaps she shall die. Just
don't get caught." Moriarty grabbed the scrap metal from Holmes' hand
and threw it on the ground. His pretended smile faded as he pulled out
an ioniser and fired a shot in Holmes' arm. "You think I'm stupid? I
saw you purposefully leaving evidence behind!"
Holmes returned the shot with a perfectly aimed punch into Moriarty's
face. When Holmes was about to give Moriarty another blow, Moriarty
reached for the button and put his finger dangerously close to it.
"Not one more move, my dear Holmes. Go home and come back tomorrow at
11. Another stunt like that will cost you Lestrade's life."
Holmes' stumbled into his flat with a sore, bleeding arm. Watson came
into the room with a concerned look on his face. "My dear Holmes! What
in the devil happened here??" Watson rushed to Holmes and bandaged his
arm. "What happened, Holmes? Where were you just now?"
But "Thank you, Watson," was all Holmes would say to him, try as he
might. When Holmes went to his bedroom, Watson sat alone thinking to
"Something fishy is definitely going on here, and I'm going to find
out what." Determined, Watson sat up all night pondering over all
possibilities, but none that Watson thought of were likely.
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