February Prompt #11    Swimming “What is it with you andswimming pools, Sherlock?”Lestra

February Prompt #11    Swimming “What is it with you andswimming pools, Sherlock?”Lestrade can’t resist giving Sherlockone of those exasperated looks of his. Usually, it’s the result of not beingable to quite follow a line of rapid-fire deduction, but this time, he’s moreworried than confused. The crime scene is secure, even if the suspect hasmanaged the impossible, slipping though the police cordon around the house. Greg has been struggling to makesense of these crimes for the past two weeks, and getting nowhere. First it hadbeen simply a side-show to the Welsborough death, the one where the son haddied in his car and been hidden until the fire. Back then, he’d dismissed Sherlock’sodd reaction to the bust being smashed. But then another two owners of identicalbusts had been burgled: Mohandes Hassan and Dr Barnicot in Holborn. When Harkerhad been murdered over two more busts being smashed, Lestrade was more thanannoyed by the fact that Sherlock seemed to be keeping something from him. Not to say that this reticence isnew. But ever since Sherlock had returned to London after the new yearbroadcast of that weird message from Jim Moriarty, the Consulting Detective’sbeen almost frantically engaged in any and every case he could get his handson. Greg has been in the odd position of having to queue for the Sherlock’sattention, competing with Dimmock and Hopkins. No matter how many times he’s askedSherlock to keep him informed when he goes haring off after suspects, tonighthad been yet another reason why Greg regrets that John Watson is now marriedand living away from 221b. If John had been here as back-up, the hostage situationmight not have arisen, and they’d have the suspect in custody. Watson is handywith a gun, something Greg had realised the very first night he’d met thedoctor. Sherlock seems oblivious to thefact that he is standing there completely soaked, an ever-widening puddleforming under him. Greg hands over a towel and the Belstaff, both of which he’dfound in the storage cupboard alongside the pool. “Put this on, you’llcatch cold.”After he mops his face and slipsinto the coat, Sherlock asks “Sandeford and his daughter safe?”“Yeah. We got them out. It wouldhave helped if you’d warned me ahead of time you were doing this. You’re just damnedlucky that we worked out he was the owner of the last bust here in Britain. Iwas already in Reading when Sandeford called the police to tell them that twointruders were fighting in the pool and that gunshots had been fired. You’llhave to give a statement to the officer in charge; this is way out of the Met’sjurisdiction.” Sherlock nods. “As far as theyare concerned this needs to be a simple case of me interrupting a crime inprogress. The less Sandeford and the Reading police know about this, thebetter.” Greg shrugs. “What theydon’t know won’t hurt them?”Sherlock nods but does notelaborate. “Come on, Sherlock. Gimme;what the hell is going on? Who’s doing this? What are they after? What’s insidethose busts?”“Not what I expected. Notwho I expected.” “Yeah, about that. I can’tremember you letting a suspect get the better of you. What happened? How did hemanage to slip through our net? We had the house surrounded.”“He’s a professional.Dangerous and armed.”“You know who he is? Give methe details and I’ll put out an alert.”Sherlock shakes his head. “Ican’t give you a name or his history. I just know he wanted to recover what heput into the bust when it was being made.”Annoyed, Greg snaps. “So, didyou at least see what he got away with?” “You can tell Hopkins thatit isn’t the black pearl of the Borgias; she’s wrong about that.” “Thanks for tellingme,” Greg puts enough sarcasm in his voice that he knows even Sherlockwill pick up the clue that he’s annoyed. “So, what is it?”Sherlock shakes his head. “Idon’t have the answer to that question.” “Damnit, Sherlock! The lasttime you were so obnoxious about sharing what’s going on was…” The pennydrops. “Oh, shit. Is it Moriarty again?”“This whole case has beendesigned to tease me, lure me in. It’s been what I’ve been waiting for, eversince the broadcast.” “Moriarty’s dead. Isaw the body on the roof.” “So did I.”“How could he have faked it?Are you telling me that you weren’t the only one to walk away after foolingeveryone?”Sherlock shakes his head. “Idon’t know.” “That scares the hell out ofme.”“Me, too.” Now in Missing Scenes over on Ao3, here. -- source link
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