Red (Sherlock BBC)

Case One: Part Two

"Did you get anywhere with the Chinese?" Watson questioned me, and I shook my head. Sherlock raised his eyebrow. So he didn't tell him.

"Not anywhere the World Escape. I've never come across it. It's not modern Chinese numerals, or any asian character for that matter." My mouth moved before I could stop it, and by Sherlock's questioning glance I knew I had messed up somehow. Lestrade was the only one who knew about World Escape- speaking of. I should get him to feed Jack.

"World Escape?" Sherlock inquired, the words falling slowly out of his mouth in an almost frightening manner. I nodded, biting my lip. "What is that?"

"It's where my mind stores things. It's like... a vault, I guess. A vault of information combined with a fantasy. The place tends to change from time to time, but i can gather information I consciously forget about from there," the explanation seemed almost dull to me, as it felt as I had titled- an escape from the world. Recognition sparked in his eyes, but he said nothing about it, as did I. So... does he have one too? What does it look like? The thought was lost quickly as I grabbed my phone. If I didn't message Lestrade, I was bound to forget and Jack would not get fed until I returned- whenever that be.

Can you stop by my place to feed Jack? Im out with Sherlock and Watson and Im not sure when Ill be back

Upon receiving confirmation he would do so, I let out a relieved sigh. A glance out the window told me we were already at Scotland Yard, the building standing tall before us. We collectively climbed out of the taxi, ending up leaving Watson to pay again (regretfully.) Inside, we somehow found our way to DI Dick's desk- I hadn't bothered to remember the way as I didn't care. "Brian Lukis, freelance journalist, murdered in his flat," Sherlock stated bluntly upon arrival, reading from his laptop of which he brought with him- the electronic just now noticed by me. He turned it around, showing Dick to prove a point. "Doors locked from the inside."

"You've got to admit, it's similar," Watson commented with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Both men killed by someone who can walk through solid walls." Not one word fell from my mouth, knowing if I spoke it would more than likely set him off and derail the boys' case. I was likely more hated by this guy than Sherlock at this point, and that said volumes in itself. As much as I didn't want to, I let Sherlock do the sassing.

"Inspector, do you seriously believe that Eddie van Coon was just another city suicide?" Sherlock added, and I folded my arms, unsure of how he was going to respond. Dick was eyeing the three of us with hatred in it eyes, nostrils flared slightly, yet still I was unsure whether he would act on it or not. My hands clutched my biceps, anxiety coursing through me. The man said nothing, and Sherlock let out a huff, looking above Dick. "You have seen the ballistics' reports, I suppose?" He let out a noise of confirmation. This is such a dangerous game, I noted to myself. "And the shot that killed him, was it fired from his own gun?" He continued, voice laced with irritation.

"No." Dick spoke, a tone unreadable, the word sending chills down my spine. The fact I didn't know what was going on in this man's mind terrified me, especially with a man such as DI Dick, who could potentially ruin our careers.

"No," Sherlock repeated shortly after Dick spoke. "So this investigation might move a bit quicker if you were to take my word as gospel." Cringing a bit at his choice of words, I hid behind Watson's body (which as unfortunate as it be, was slightly shorter than I.) Dick looked at the three of us with an expression I could read well. Anger... Irritation... Disbelief? Sherlock, visibly fed up from the lack of response, leaned onto his desk and go up in his face. "I've just handed you a murder inquiry." Inquiry- no, now is not the time to laugh about how English people say words. No response still. "Five minutes in his flat," Sherlock requested, annoyed. Dick gave in, and Sherlock pulled Watson and I away. We returned to the road, where an officer waved for us to enter in a cop car. My body and mind returned to the same page, and I could feel myself trembling. I pulled my arms closer to my torso, climbing into the car.