Reichenbach Falls- A Different Take- 4/10
Title: Reichenbach Falls- A Different Take (Part 3 Of A Different Take Series/Universe)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are part of the BBCverse of Sherlock.
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Moriarty, Moran, DI Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Molly Hooper, Mrs Hudson with Mycroft Holmes appearance a couple times.
Genre: Suspense, Drama, Angst, General, Friendship, Humor (as much one can be with this story), Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Death, Murder, Violence, Language,
Spoilers: Reichenbach Falls is the title of the third episode/season finale (or episode 6) of Season 2.
Summary: It's February. John and Sherlock have known each other for a year now, their friendship strong, the bond that is between them is understood by them, but not by everyone else. Moriarty's plans for the two of them have been coming to fruition since January. Everyone they know, have helped and are close to them (as close one can get to Sherlock that is) are in danger.
Word Count: 2,232
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Chapter 4
The Question That Persists
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Date: February 10th, 2011
Time: 2:49 pm
Location: Aeroplane
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Sherlock checks his watch, noting the time. It should be another five, possibly six minutes before the pilot announces they will be descending.
Sherlock glances over at John, who is currently chatting with one of the flight attendants.
Strange, how things have come to pass.
Most, when they first see John, don't truly see him. Unless he lets them.
Unassuming, quiet, always in the background, never bringing any attention to himself unless it is needed.
They do not know the real John Watson.
Sherlock does though.
Brave, compassionate, moral, loyal, intelligent, and definitely dangerous. No one sees the dangerous side to him.
Sherlock does.
In general he can predict what John does, but there are times when he exceeds past the predictions. When John surprises him.
So, logically it should surprise him, how far he is willing to go to protect John, but strangely, it does not.
Once more, logically, it should surprise him on what John is willing to do for him.
It does not.
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Date: January 22, 2011
Location: 221B Baker Street
Time: 3 am
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Sherlock sits in his chair, watching Doctor Molly Hooper sleep on his sofa.
John had been able to calm Molly down, get her to drink some tea. It took some considerable effort, as Molly had not handled the truth of Jim Moriarty truly being back very well.
She didn't feel safe going back to her flat, and John told her to take the sofa. He would escort her back to her flat later.
Sherlock looks over at the roses laying on the desk.
Moriarty was using Molly to tell him a remarkably basic message.
The message was received, loud and clear.
Moriarty may not be back in London yet... or he may be. To confirm it, he needs more data than what he has now.
He looks at his watch. She must be here.
Quietly, so not to disturb any of the sleeping occupants, Sherlock stands to put on his long coat and scarf. He heads down the stairwell and quietly shuts the door, meeting the cold air of the outside.
"Change, sir?"
Ah, he was right. Cilla looks a bit dirtier, but she was dressed warmly. A new coat from the looks of it.
"Hungry I wager?"
"Always, sir."
He steps forward, handing her the written note hidden in the twenty pound banknote. "Get a good meal then."
"Of course, sir," she says with a smirk and Cilla walks off.
"Bit cold out, don't you think?" Sherlock hears a man ask gruffly behind him. "Especially for a meeting at three in the bloody morning?"
"Angelo," Sherlock smiles and turns around to see the reformed criminal.
"What do you need Sherlock?"
He hands him the note from his other pocket. Sherlock knows that while Angelo has changed his way, he still has his ear to the ground.
Angelo shivers in the cold as he reads the note. "How come you're not cold?"
"No idea, I'm wearing the same amount as you."
"Right." The burly man crumples the note, shoving it in his pocket. "I think I'm going to stop and get something to eat since I'm up now. Hungry?"
"No, thank you for the offer."
Angelo nods briskly and walks on past Sherlock.
Sherlock watches the man for a minute, then heads back inside.
It was a risk using Cilla and Angelo, but risks needed to be taken.
6 Hours Later
Sherlock opens the door, standing back to let John and Molly out first, before stepping outside, letting the door close behind him. He hears John reassuring Molly that everything will be fine. Serlock noticed that with some sleep, that Molly seems to have gotten a better hold of herself.
"Taxi!" Sherlock throws up his hand, hailing the cab that he spots just down the ways.
"I think I can get to my flat by myself, John." Sherlock inwardly smiles at the firmness in Molly's words. The confidence that she had the other day, starting to come back. "I can't let him think he's winning, you know? I have to be strong."
"There's nothing wrong with having an escort home Molly. It doesn't say you aren't strong," John argues.
Ah, noble John.
"He would think so. I'm not going to let him win. I know I was upset last night, but now that I talked to the two of you, I feel better."
"I'm glad you feel better Molly, but really I would feel better if I escorted you home," John says just as firm as Molly.
"Let him do so, Molly," Sherlock drawls, as he opens the door to the taxi. "As he said, it will make him feel better."
"All right. Bother, I'm late to Barts too...they most likely called in Doctor Caine. I'll have to call them when I get home." Molly pauses in the act of getting into the taxi, turns and looks up at Sherlock.
He notes the shyness that threatens to appear, that does appear before being battled back. Her warm, dark brown eyes, such a difference from another pair of dark brown eyes that Sherlock knows, smile at him.
"Thank you," she says softly.
"For what?"
"Not making me feel like a fool last night."
Sherlock blinks. "You are no fool, Molly Hooper. You have proven that through these past few months." He has found his estimation of Molly Hooper has certainly risen due to the events she had been put in. Also, he finds that he quite enjoys the challenge when she stands up to him.
Most people, with the things she had experienced since April, would have packed it in by now. The pathologist has not. In fact, she keeps going.
Sometimes it's the ones that you least expect to surprise you that do indeed, surprise you.
That's two people Sherlock knows now that have surprised him.
She snorts. "I'm a fool," she counters. "But I'm a fool that's become a lot wiser now," Molly adds then gets into the taxi. John and Sherlock share a look before John gets in.
Sherlock watches the taxi drive off. When he turns to go back inside, just down the street he spots Cilla.
Time to find out what she may have dug up.
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Date: January 24th, 2011
Location: Undisclosed part of London
Time: Unknown, but mid day
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Moriarty looks away from the computer screen in front of him as he hears Moran cursing loudly, and in French.
Perhaps he will find out why his pet is so late in arriving in London. He and the others had left while she stayed behind to sort out the idiot Porter.
Her excellent work on the personal assistant of that big businessman in Berlin made the news yesterday. A bit more bigger splash than he wanted, with the woman's home burning down.
Porter's body had been found there to. So two birds killed with one stone it appears.
"Where is she?" Moriarty snaps as one of his organizers come into his study.
"The doctor is tending to her."
Moriarty frowns. She's useless to him if wounded. However, he needs her for this task. She's his best sniper. He does not want to pull back on this.
Moriarty pushes out of the chair with annoyance and heads down the hall, people skittering out of the way as quickly as possible.
One unfortunate does not move out of his way as quickly enough as he would like. It delayed him by ten seconds. That one will be dealt with soon enough.
Moriarty stops in the doorway to the doctor's lab, eying the older gentlemen as Moran sits still, as cuts on her right shoulder are being tended to.
Bruises on her right cheek, cuts on her forearm.
"You should have come as soon as these wounds appeared. Lucky for you nothing is serious," the doctor scolds.
"I had work to take care of you idiot," Moran snaps. "Much more important."
"The personal assistant gave you some trouble?" Moriarty asks, as his anger fades. Nothing serious here. She's not useless. Good. He'd hate to have to train a new pet.
"Not her," Moran grumbles. "Porter. I used her car in the end to take him out. Then dragged his useless carcass into the living room to lay next to her."
"How many times?"
"Four."
Moriarty raises an eyebrow. "He angered you that badly?"
"He screwed you over, then he tried to kill me."
Her loyalty towards him is evident here with those simple words. "Well I thank you for your efficiency then. So even though your wounds were not serious, you had to lay low for a bit. Which would explain the delay coming here."
"Apologies for the delay, boss, but yes."
"Nothing serious from the looks of it though."
"Nothing serious. I'm just waitin for the doctor to finish."
"Almost done."
"Good. Once you are finished with him my dear, my study. I have a list for you. We will have to start work quickly, as I am quite sure Sherlock knows we are here now." Moriarty pauses. "If he isn't aware, he will know soon."
The smile that forms on his pets features reminds Moriarty how fortunate he is to come across Sébastienne Moran. Such a delightful find to have such a weapon for his use.
Now, to address another question that persists. Shall he make another delivery to sweet Molly Hooper?
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Date: January 24th, 2011
Location: Angelo's Diner
Time: Mid Day- Almost 4pm
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"That's all I got Sherlock," Angelo says in a hushed whisper. "I'm sorry, I wish I got more."
"It's all right Angelo," Sherlock assures him. "It was a long shot."
"I will let you know if anything else comes back to me," Angelo promises. "Meanwhile, the meal is on the house for you two. As usual."
Sherlock turns and walks through the diner, back to the front at his usual table where John is currently tucking in his meal.
So far, nothing. Cilla said that there whispers but nothing concrete. Angelo's past associates wouldn't confirm or deny anything. Most likely out of fear.
"What's the plan?"
Sherlock looks away from the telly bolted to the wall behind the counter to John.
"No one's admitting if Moriarty is back in London."
"Well no one's been killed yet."
"True," Sherlock nods to that. "Moran could still be hitting my contacts. I haven't been able to get hold of one in particular since yesterday afternoon.
"Maybe Mycroft knows something?"
Sherlock grimaces at the thought of going to his brother.
"I know you don't want to Sherlock, but Mycroft has resources at his disposal, more than you do."
"Sometimes when you are logical, it can be annoying."
John chuckles.
"I suppose you also are going to point out that we need to talk to Lestrade."
"It'd be a good idea. Since Moriarty is targeting people you know," John pauses and then looks past Sherlock, then back to him. "Like Angelo."
Lestrade would be another.
Donovan. Anderson.
Sherlock shrugs off the thought of Anderson being killed. He doesn't quite care about Anderson.
Maybe his replacement would actually have intelligence.
Sherlock wisely does not voice his thoughts. He does not need a lecture now.
"I doubt he knows about Angelo, but I did tell him to be careful."
"I imagine it would be a lot of work to warn everyone you helped."
"It would..." Sherlock trails off as the reporter on the telly gains his attention.
"Now for news across the world. A tragedy has occurred in Berlin, Germany. Ariane Vogt, the personal assistant to Isaak Eisenburg of Eisenburg Electronics And Energy, is dead. She was found shot to death in her living room, after the fire that had been set was finally put out. Another body was found as well, now recently identified as former convict Viktor Porter. Authorities are assuming that Porter killed Ariane, then set fire to the home. As to how he died, the cause has not been made yet."
Hell.
"Sherlock? Was she-"
"Yes," Sherlock confirms.
"But Porter, he was the companion that had travelled to Baskerville with Moran."
Sherlock nods. "I remember."
"Moriarty must have decided he was no longer needed then. Why wasn't Moran behind this one?"
"That is the question... who knows if we will get the answer."
Silence falls between the two men.
"Even if you could warn everyone you know, it's not a matter of how long it would take," John says after a couple of minutes. "It's more of a matter of whether or not it's too late to do so."
"Correct," Sherlock answers. Logically, it's nearly impossible for him to track down everyone he knows and warn them to protect themselves. He could try of course, but Sherlock knows it would be a wasted effort.
All he can do now is wait for Moriarty to make an appearance.
History says he will.
However, the question that currently persists is that how many more will die before he does?
NEXT CHAPTER
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are part of the BBCverse of Sherlock.
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Moriarty, Moran, DI Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Molly Hooper, Mrs Hudson with Mycroft Holmes appearance a couple times.
Genre: Suspense, Drama, Angst, General, Friendship, Humor (as much one can be with this story), Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Death, Murder, Violence, Language,
Spoilers: Reichenbach Falls is the title of the third episode/season finale (or episode 6) of Season 2.
Summary: It's February. John and Sherlock have known each other for a year now, their friendship strong, the bond that is between them is understood by them, but not by everyone else. Moriarty's plans for the two of them have been coming to fruition since January. Everyone they know, have helped and are close to them (as close one can get to Sherlock that is) are in danger.
Word Count: 2,232
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Chapter 4
The Question That Persists
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Date: February 10th, 2011
Time: 2:49 pm
Location: Aeroplane
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Sherlock checks his watch, noting the time. It should be another five, possibly six minutes before the pilot announces they will be descending.
Sherlock glances over at John, who is currently chatting with one of the flight attendants.
Strange, how things have come to pass.
Most, when they first see John, don't truly see him. Unless he lets them.
Unassuming, quiet, always in the background, never bringing any attention to himself unless it is needed.
They do not know the real John Watson.
Sherlock does though.
Brave, compassionate, moral, loyal, intelligent, and definitely dangerous. No one sees the dangerous side to him.
Sherlock does.
In general he can predict what John does, but there are times when he exceeds past the predictions. When John surprises him.
So, logically it should surprise him, how far he is willing to go to protect John, but strangely, it does not.
Once more, logically, it should surprise him on what John is willing to do for him.
It does not.
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Date: January 22, 2011
Location: 221B Baker Street
Time: 3 am
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Sherlock sits in his chair, watching Doctor Molly Hooper sleep on his sofa.
John had been able to calm Molly down, get her to drink some tea. It took some considerable effort, as Molly had not handled the truth of Jim Moriarty truly being back very well.
She didn't feel safe going back to her flat, and John told her to take the sofa. He would escort her back to her flat later.
Sherlock looks over at the roses laying on the desk.
Moriarty was using Molly to tell him a remarkably basic message.
The message was received, loud and clear.
Moriarty may not be back in London yet... or he may be. To confirm it, he needs more data than what he has now.
He looks at his watch. She must be here.
Quietly, so not to disturb any of the sleeping occupants, Sherlock stands to put on his long coat and scarf. He heads down the stairwell and quietly shuts the door, meeting the cold air of the outside.
"Change, sir?"
Ah, he was right. Cilla looks a bit dirtier, but she was dressed warmly. A new coat from the looks of it.
"Hungry I wager?"
"Always, sir."
He steps forward, handing her the written note hidden in the twenty pound banknote. "Get a good meal then."
"Of course, sir," she says with a smirk and Cilla walks off.
"Bit cold out, don't you think?" Sherlock hears a man ask gruffly behind him. "Especially for a meeting at three in the bloody morning?"
"Angelo," Sherlock smiles and turns around to see the reformed criminal.
"What do you need Sherlock?"
He hands him the note from his other pocket. Sherlock knows that while Angelo has changed his way, he still has his ear to the ground.
Angelo shivers in the cold as he reads the note. "How come you're not cold?"
"No idea, I'm wearing the same amount as you."
"Right." The burly man crumples the note, shoving it in his pocket. "I think I'm going to stop and get something to eat since I'm up now. Hungry?"
"No, thank you for the offer."
Angelo nods briskly and walks on past Sherlock.
Sherlock watches the man for a minute, then heads back inside.
It was a risk using Cilla and Angelo, but risks needed to be taken.
6 Hours Later
Sherlock opens the door, standing back to let John and Molly out first, before stepping outside, letting the door close behind him. He hears John reassuring Molly that everything will be fine. Serlock noticed that with some sleep, that Molly seems to have gotten a better hold of herself.
"Taxi!" Sherlock throws up his hand, hailing the cab that he spots just down the ways.
"I think I can get to my flat by myself, John." Sherlock inwardly smiles at the firmness in Molly's words. The confidence that she had the other day, starting to come back. "I can't let him think he's winning, you know? I have to be strong."
"There's nothing wrong with having an escort home Molly. It doesn't say you aren't strong," John argues.
Ah, noble John.
"He would think so. I'm not going to let him win. I know I was upset last night, but now that I talked to the two of you, I feel better."
"I'm glad you feel better Molly, but really I would feel better if I escorted you home," John says just as firm as Molly.
"Let him do so, Molly," Sherlock drawls, as he opens the door to the taxi. "As he said, it will make him feel better."
"All right. Bother, I'm late to Barts too...they most likely called in Doctor Caine. I'll have to call them when I get home." Molly pauses in the act of getting into the taxi, turns and looks up at Sherlock.
He notes the shyness that threatens to appear, that does appear before being battled back. Her warm, dark brown eyes, such a difference from another pair of dark brown eyes that Sherlock knows, smile at him.
"Thank you," she says softly.
"For what?"
"Not making me feel like a fool last night."
Sherlock blinks. "You are no fool, Molly Hooper. You have proven that through these past few months." He has found his estimation of Molly Hooper has certainly risen due to the events she had been put in. Also, he finds that he quite enjoys the challenge when she stands up to him.
Most people, with the things she had experienced since April, would have packed it in by now. The pathologist has not. In fact, she keeps going.
Sometimes it's the ones that you least expect to surprise you that do indeed, surprise you.
That's two people Sherlock knows now that have surprised him.
She snorts. "I'm a fool," she counters. "But I'm a fool that's become a lot wiser now," Molly adds then gets into the taxi. John and Sherlock share a look before John gets in.
Sherlock watches the taxi drive off. When he turns to go back inside, just down the street he spots Cilla.
Time to find out what she may have dug up.
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Date: January 24th, 2011
Location: Undisclosed part of London
Time: Unknown, but mid day
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Moriarty looks away from the computer screen in front of him as he hears Moran cursing loudly, and in French.
Perhaps he will find out why his pet is so late in arriving in London. He and the others had left while she stayed behind to sort out the idiot Porter.
Her excellent work on the personal assistant of that big businessman in Berlin made the news yesterday. A bit more bigger splash than he wanted, with the woman's home burning down.
Porter's body had been found there to. So two birds killed with one stone it appears.
"Where is she?" Moriarty snaps as one of his organizers come into his study.
"The doctor is tending to her."
Moriarty frowns. She's useless to him if wounded. However, he needs her for this task. She's his best sniper. He does not want to pull back on this.
Moriarty pushes out of the chair with annoyance and heads down the hall, people skittering out of the way as quickly as possible.
One unfortunate does not move out of his way as quickly enough as he would like. It delayed him by ten seconds. That one will be dealt with soon enough.
Moriarty stops in the doorway to the doctor's lab, eying the older gentlemen as Moran sits still, as cuts on her right shoulder are being tended to.
Bruises on her right cheek, cuts on her forearm.
"You should have come as soon as these wounds appeared. Lucky for you nothing is serious," the doctor scolds.
"I had work to take care of you idiot," Moran snaps. "Much more important."
"The personal assistant gave you some trouble?" Moriarty asks, as his anger fades. Nothing serious here. She's not useless. Good. He'd hate to have to train a new pet.
"Not her," Moran grumbles. "Porter. I used her car in the end to take him out. Then dragged his useless carcass into the living room to lay next to her."
"How many times?"
"Four."
Moriarty raises an eyebrow. "He angered you that badly?"
"He screwed you over, then he tried to kill me."
Her loyalty towards him is evident here with those simple words. "Well I thank you for your efficiency then. So even though your wounds were not serious, you had to lay low for a bit. Which would explain the delay coming here."
"Apologies for the delay, boss, but yes."
"Nothing serious from the looks of it though."
"Nothing serious. I'm just waitin for the doctor to finish."
"Almost done."
"Good. Once you are finished with him my dear, my study. I have a list for you. We will have to start work quickly, as I am quite sure Sherlock knows we are here now." Moriarty pauses. "If he isn't aware, he will know soon."
The smile that forms on his pets features reminds Moriarty how fortunate he is to come across Sébastienne Moran. Such a delightful find to have such a weapon for his use.
Now, to address another question that persists. Shall he make another delivery to sweet Molly Hooper?
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Date: January 24th, 2011
Location: Angelo's Diner
Time: Mid Day- Almost 4pm
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"That's all I got Sherlock," Angelo says in a hushed whisper. "I'm sorry, I wish I got more."
"It's all right Angelo," Sherlock assures him. "It was a long shot."
"I will let you know if anything else comes back to me," Angelo promises. "Meanwhile, the meal is on the house for you two. As usual."
Sherlock turns and walks through the diner, back to the front at his usual table where John is currently tucking in his meal.
So far, nothing. Cilla said that there whispers but nothing concrete. Angelo's past associates wouldn't confirm or deny anything. Most likely out of fear.
"What's the plan?"
Sherlock looks away from the telly bolted to the wall behind the counter to John.
"No one's admitting if Moriarty is back in London."
"Well no one's been killed yet."
"True," Sherlock nods to that. "Moran could still be hitting my contacts. I haven't been able to get hold of one in particular since yesterday afternoon.
"Maybe Mycroft knows something?"
Sherlock grimaces at the thought of going to his brother.
"I know you don't want to Sherlock, but Mycroft has resources at his disposal, more than you do."
"Sometimes when you are logical, it can be annoying."
John chuckles.
"I suppose you also are going to point out that we need to talk to Lestrade."
"It'd be a good idea. Since Moriarty is targeting people you know," John pauses and then looks past Sherlock, then back to him. "Like Angelo."
Lestrade would be another.
Donovan. Anderson.
Sherlock shrugs off the thought of Anderson being killed. He doesn't quite care about Anderson.
Maybe his replacement would actually have intelligence.
Sherlock wisely does not voice his thoughts. He does not need a lecture now.
"I doubt he knows about Angelo, but I did tell him to be careful."
"I imagine it would be a lot of work to warn everyone you helped."
"It would..." Sherlock trails off as the reporter on the telly gains his attention.
"Now for news across the world. A tragedy has occurred in Berlin, Germany. Ariane Vogt, the personal assistant to Isaak Eisenburg of Eisenburg Electronics And Energy, is dead. She was found shot to death in her living room, after the fire that had been set was finally put out. Another body was found as well, now recently identified as former convict Viktor Porter. Authorities are assuming that Porter killed Ariane, then set fire to the home. As to how he died, the cause has not been made yet."
Hell.
"Sherlock? Was she-"
"Yes," Sherlock confirms.
"But Porter, he was the companion that had travelled to Baskerville with Moran."
Sherlock nods. "I remember."
"Moriarty must have decided he was no longer needed then. Why wasn't Moran behind this one?"
"That is the question... who knows if we will get the answer."
Silence falls between the two men.
"Even if you could warn everyone you know, it's not a matter of how long it would take," John says after a couple of minutes. "It's more of a matter of whether or not it's too late to do so."
"Correct," Sherlock answers. Logically, it's nearly impossible for him to track down everyone he knows and warn them to protect themselves. He could try of course, but Sherlock knows it would be a wasted effort.
All he can do now is wait for Moriarty to make an appearance.
History says he will.
However, the question that currently persists is that how many more will die before he does?
NEXT CHAPTER