❝In a world full of locked rooms the man with the key is king and honey you should see me in a crown.❞
Silence. It was all there is. Besides all the beeping of machines and the little chatter outside in the hallways, the silence was more powerful.
Sherlock was sat on a chair facing the sleeping Claire while he was on his natural praying position.
Codes. This has been occupying his mind for the past 3 hours since their final conversation. Claire decided to end it before it gets worse and just went to sleep. As for Sherlock, His mind ran rapidly as different thoughts piled up while he tried to debunk his newly obtained clue. As this occupied him, thoughts of his past nemesis bothered him.
Jim Moriarty. One of the most dangerous criminals he had ever faced. He's dead now but it seemed like he never really died due to all the things he left behind. Despite Sherlock shutting Moriarty's system, he was certain that he left something out but he didn't mind because Moriarty was dead anyway. He couldn't do anything, but he was proven wrong.
Finally, the silence was broken as the loud creak of the door echoed through the room.
'Found anything?' Sherlock questioned not even bothering to look at Lestrade who walked in holding a folder.
'No, these are just some photos and details about the crash, I would say there is not much of importance but there was one that begged to differ.' Lestrade announced capturing Sherlock's attention. Sherlock stood up and faced Lestrade as he paid his attention to him.
'Well?' Sherlock questioned anxiously.
'We found a very strong box inside the vehicle. We x-rayed it and it showed that it was safe so we opened it and found a letter.
Inside, and I think it's for you.' Greg explained as he took out a small envelope from the folder before handing it to Sherlock.
Sherlock looked at Greg for a moment his face scrunched up in curiosity before swiftly taking the envelope from his hands. He then scanned the paper immediately noticing his name written on it. He then carefully opened the envelope using the flap. Inside he finds a small yellow paper folded up. He took it out and scanned it too soon as he finds nothing of interest within the outside of the paper he opens it.
A sentence was all that was written. As he read the letter written in a fancy matter, he was stood like a statue. Not knowing how to react.
'What is it?' Greg asked as he sees a slight fear that he has never seen within Sherlock's face.
Sherlock slowly looked up at Greg before quickly crunching the paper up and throwing it across the floor.
'Protect her at all costs. Something else is about to happen and she needs- just keep her safe. Do you understand?' Sherlock explained quickly as he ran across the room to grab his coat and scarf. Greg stood there, confused.
Sherlock notices Greg's stupidity.
'Do you understand?' He repeated.
'Y-yes of course.' Greg finally responded and just right after he answered Sherlock darted out of the room immediately leaving Greg standing there not knowing what had happened.
A few seconds was all it took for him to compose himself once he did he made sure to pick up the crumpled paper on the floor. He slowly unfolded the paper and read what was written on it.
𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴?
It said. The look on Greg's face said it all. Because of Sherlock's reaction, he knew what it was about. Soon after he has read this he ran out of the room shocked and rushing to his car with Donovan in the call.
• • •
Meanwhile, Sherlock now arrives at 221B Baker Street in which he made a good effort to ravage Claire's flat trying to find something, something that he knows is wrong.
'Where is it? The only way they could have executed all those plans was if–' Sherlock paused as the idea popped into his head.
'Oh!' He pipped up.
'Oh Sherlock, the mess-' Mrs Hudson walks in only to be greeted by an anxious Sherlock.
'Cameras.' Sherlock said.
'They've been watching her through cameras! I should've known.' Sherlock said as he took a chair from the kitchen, standing up on it and grabbing a very tiny camera up Claire's bookshelf. 'They know everything.' Sherlock says whispering to himself, soon after he got down from the chair he noticed a man outside on the streets smiling at Sherlock. The man then pointed at Sherlock, or if anything pointed behind him. Curious, he turned around swiftly only to find Claire's tally turned on to static. 'Oh dear lord.' Mrs Hudson said unable to take in what was happening and was obliges to think it was paranormal, she walked out.
As Mrs Hudson left Sherlock alone the tells flashed with a message reading:
Once upon a time, Queen Claire ruled a kingdom where all her subjects respected her and loved her but it was not enough. Then came a friend to help, his name was Rumpelstiltskin. They made a deal and from then on it's been written in the stars that the Queen will pay eventually. The End.
After reading the message, the telly turned off and the man outside was now gone.
With the new insight, it was easy to say that Sherlock was now in full alert as he called John telling him everything.
• • •
Meanwhile, back at St. Bart's Sherlock was unaware that the threat was closer than he thought.
'Greg,' Detective Donovan calls out to Greg who just came from Claire's ward.
'Yes?' He answered noticing Sally who clearly looked shocked and uneasy.
'We have classified intel about Claire and you need to arrest her now,' Sally explained her voice laced with fear.
'What do you mean?' Lestrade asked confused. 'We received footage and some files from an anonymous sender, and everything that was in there was bad. Just for a bit of a look at how bad it was, she murdered her own father. She's an agent.' She explained thoroughly as Lestrade's eyes widened not able to believe what he heard, but knowing that it was unsafe for a person like Claire to be in a public facility like this, Greg quickly made some calls to arrest her.
Little did they know, a fearful John who was on a call with Sherlock was listening. He knew he had to do something.