Reichenbach Falls- A Different Take- Epilogue
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, Threats
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: 1,117
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Chapter 11-Epilogue-
Reichenbach Falls
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Date: February 10th, 2011
Location: Scotland Yard
Time: 9pm
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Lestrade comes out of his office, exhausted and a bit worried. The past few days have been hell. Dealing with the deaths of some of their own, the media, the higher ups. It's been on going.
He doesn't know when it'll stop, or if it will.
Plus add on the fact that he hasn't been able to get Sherlock to answer his mobile, nor John Watson's.
He shrugs his long coat on and then notices other Yarders around a large telly screen.
"What's going on?" He asks Donovan when he notices her there and comes over. She still has her arms bandaged, as her cut on her face. Why she refuses to stay home is something he can't answer.
"Not sure.. Something big happened in Swtizerland. Been reports about it on the telly the last couple hours," Donovan answers as she glances over at him. "Reports been a bit hazy on the details, but there's been word that things have been cleared up." She looks past him and frowns.
"What is it?"
"The Freak's landlady."
Lestrade turns around to see Mrs Hudson, Sherlock's landlady talking briefly to Sgt Caswell. When he notices her, so does she, and she smiles.
"It's all right," he tells the Sgt and older woman heads toward with an envelope.
"I'm sorry to come all the way down here, but I didn't know if you'd be stopping by the flat anytime soon," she says in a friendly tone. "Sherlock asked me to deliver this to you before he and John left."
"Left?"
"Oh yes, they said they had some last minute business to take care of. But apparently he had some information on an old case."
This was different. Sherlock usually called him or texted him. This was out of character for him...
"I know, seems a bit odd," Mrs Hudson says, her smile still in place, but he can see that this unnerves her. "Here you go." She looks over at the telly. "What's the crowd about?"
"Something happened in Switzerland. Not much ever does, so whatever it is, became news.
"Oh."
Lestrade opens the envelope, to see a piece of paper. He unfolds it and recognizes the scrawled handwriting of Sherlock Holmes.
I did not have time to do this any other way, Detective Inspector Lestrade. Other matters were in need of being taken care of. Forgive the unusual delivery. I could trust Mrs Hudson to deliver this.
Iris Davies. You remember her case don't you? A murder that happened a month or so after that pool explosion John and I were involved in. Well I didn't say anything at the time, you know why, but you might want to check the bank records of her sister. Your path will become clearer there.
Make sure that Mrs Hudson has some tea will you? She'll need it.
"She'll need it?" Lestrade repeats then frowns.
"Shh! Hey, everyone it's coming up!" Donovan calls out. "Whatever happened in Swtizerland, they're about to break then news!"
While there is still some noise and chatter, it's low enough to hear the blonde news reporter showing up on the screen. In the background are all sorts of emergency vehicles and in the distance...
"Reichenbach Falls!"
"Shut up Caswell!"
"Sorry."
Someone turns up the volume then, and the reporter's voice is heard.
"We now have official confirmation on the incident. Local authorities have now explained and confirmed what has happened. At ten minutes past six, an explosion occurred at Reichenbach Falls. A large one that caused the complete destruction of a bridge and pathway that many people have cross over times before. Now authorities are not saying what caused the explosion, only that it was clearly massive and destructive. More details on the manner of the explosion will emerge. As for casualties, four people were found on that pathway. One was seriously injured, a woman, and she is currently in the hospital getting treatment. As for the other three, they were killed. Their identities have been confirmed. One of deceased has been properly identified as Jim Moriarty, a criminal mastermind who headed a large crime organization that has recently come to light and has been responsible for many crimes over the past few years."
Moriarty. The bastard's finally dead.
"Oh!" Mrs Hudson exclaims, one hand grabbing Lestrade's arm.
Lestrade grins, happy as hell with that. After all the shite that happened here in London due to that madman, prior and recently, it's good to know. This time it feels like it's going to stick too. Lestrade would like to shake the hand or hands of whoever may have helped the demise along.
The buzz around the Yard starts to spread, but people are hushed quickly as the reporter continues.
"The other two men have also been properly identified. One is Englishman and Afghanistan war veteran, Doctor John Watson--" A picture shows up on the screen.
Lestrade's grin fades quickly and the look of glee that was on Donovan's face quickly disappears. He hears Mrs Hudson next to him gasp.
"And the other is Englishman and self proclaimed Consulting Detective, Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock Holmes's picture also shows on screen.
The bottom has dropped out. There's an unexpected silence coming from everyone.
"I repeat, the three men that were killed in the blast are Jim Moriarty, Doctor John Watson and Sherlock Holmes."
"My boys!"
Lestrade hears the anguish in Mrs Hudson's voice. He turns to grab the woman, before she sinks to the floor. Another grabs a chair and Lestrade makes sure she's sitting while the older woman cries.
A part of him wants to be able to do just that.
Make sure that Mrs Hudson has some tea will you? She'll need it.
Lestrade swallows as he now understands what that meant.
That bloody wanker...
"Get her some tea," Lestrade orders to Donovan, who looks as shocked as he feels. But she nods and heads off. Lestrade notices a chair next to him and sits. A minute later Donovan returns to Mrs Hudson and hears the Sgt attempt to comfort her. The weariness and exhaustion in him increases tenfold.
Damn him.
Bloody Moriarty.
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson...
Two men.. one that was a brilliant, great man that was verging on good, (He hoped and if they were all very, very lucky) and the other helping that man verge to greatness... Both of them are gone.
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson...dead.
The End
Or is it.....?
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, Threats
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: 1,117
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Chapter 11-Epilogue-
Reichenbach Falls
**************************
**************************
Date: February 10th, 2011
Location: Scotland Yard
Time: 9pm
**************************
Lestrade comes out of his office, exhausted and a bit worried. The past few days have been hell. Dealing with the deaths of some of their own, the media, the higher ups. It's been on going.
He doesn't know when it'll stop, or if it will.
Plus add on the fact that he hasn't been able to get Sherlock to answer his mobile, nor John Watson's.
He shrugs his long coat on and then notices other Yarders around a large telly screen.
"What's going on?" He asks Donovan when he notices her there and comes over. She still has her arms bandaged, as her cut on her face. Why she refuses to stay home is something he can't answer.
"Not sure.. Something big happened in Swtizerland. Been reports about it on the telly the last couple hours," Donovan answers as she glances over at him. "Reports been a bit hazy on the details, but there's been word that things have been cleared up." She looks past him and frowns.
"What is it?"
"The Freak's landlady."
Lestrade turns around to see Mrs Hudson, Sherlock's landlady talking briefly to Sgt Caswell. When he notices her, so does she, and she smiles.
"It's all right," he tells the Sgt and older woman heads toward with an envelope.
"I'm sorry to come all the way down here, but I didn't know if you'd be stopping by the flat anytime soon," she says in a friendly tone. "Sherlock asked me to deliver this to you before he and John left."
"Left?"
"Oh yes, they said they had some last minute business to take care of. But apparently he had some information on an old case."
This was different. Sherlock usually called him or texted him. This was out of character for him...
"I know, seems a bit odd," Mrs Hudson says, her smile still in place, but he can see that this unnerves her. "Here you go." She looks over at the telly. "What's the crowd about?"
"Something happened in Switzerland. Not much ever does, so whatever it is, became news.
"Oh."
Lestrade opens the envelope, to see a piece of paper. He unfolds it and recognizes the scrawled handwriting of Sherlock Holmes.
I did not have time to do this any other way, Detective Inspector Lestrade. Other matters were in need of being taken care of. Forgive the unusual delivery. I could trust Mrs Hudson to deliver this.
Iris Davies. You remember her case don't you? A murder that happened a month or so after that pool explosion John and I were involved in. Well I didn't say anything at the time, you know why, but you might want to check the bank records of her sister. Your path will become clearer there.
Make sure that Mrs Hudson has some tea will you? She'll need it.
"She'll need it?" Lestrade repeats then frowns.
"Shh! Hey, everyone it's coming up!" Donovan calls out. "Whatever happened in Swtizerland, they're about to break then news!"
While there is still some noise and chatter, it's low enough to hear the blonde news reporter showing up on the screen. In the background are all sorts of emergency vehicles and in the distance...
"Reichenbach Falls!"
"Shut up Caswell!"
"Sorry."
Someone turns up the volume then, and the reporter's voice is heard.
"We now have official confirmation on the incident. Local authorities have now explained and confirmed what has happened. At ten minutes past six, an explosion occurred at Reichenbach Falls. A large one that caused the complete destruction of a bridge and pathway that many people have cross over times before. Now authorities are not saying what caused the explosion, only that it was clearly massive and destructive. More details on the manner of the explosion will emerge. As for casualties, four people were found on that pathway. One was seriously injured, a woman, and she is currently in the hospital getting treatment. As for the other three, they were killed. Their identities have been confirmed. One of deceased has been properly identified as Jim Moriarty, a criminal mastermind who headed a large crime organization that has recently come to light and has been responsible for many crimes over the past few years."
Moriarty. The bastard's finally dead.
"Oh!" Mrs Hudson exclaims, one hand grabbing Lestrade's arm.
Lestrade grins, happy as hell with that. After all the shite that happened here in London due to that madman, prior and recently, it's good to know. This time it feels like it's going to stick too. Lestrade would like to shake the hand or hands of whoever may have helped the demise along.
The buzz around the Yard starts to spread, but people are hushed quickly as the reporter continues.
"The other two men have also been properly identified. One is Englishman and Afghanistan war veteran, Doctor John Watson--" A picture shows up on the screen.
Lestrade's grin fades quickly and the look of glee that was on Donovan's face quickly disappears. He hears Mrs Hudson next to him gasp.
"And the other is Englishman and self proclaimed Consulting Detective, Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock Holmes's picture also shows on screen.
The bottom has dropped out. There's an unexpected silence coming from everyone.
"I repeat, the three men that were killed in the blast are Jim Moriarty, Doctor John Watson and Sherlock Holmes."
"My boys!"
Lestrade hears the anguish in Mrs Hudson's voice. He turns to grab the woman, before she sinks to the floor. Another grabs a chair and Lestrade makes sure she's sitting while the older woman cries.
A part of him wants to be able to do just that.
Make sure that Mrs Hudson has some tea will you? She'll need it.
Lestrade swallows as he now understands what that meant.
That bloody wanker...
"Get her some tea," Lestrade orders to Donovan, who looks as shocked as he feels. But she nods and heads off. Lestrade notices a chair next to him and sits. A minute later Donovan returns to Mrs Hudson and hears the Sgt attempt to comfort her. The weariness and exhaustion in him increases tenfold.
Damn him.
Bloody Moriarty.
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson...
Two men.. one that was a brilliant, great man that was verging on good, (He hoped and if they were all very, very lucky) and the other helping that man verge to greatness... Both of them are gone.
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson...dead.
The End
Or is it.....?