'I get it! I understand!' I shouted out happily. Sherlock had just talked his way too fast monologue and for the first time in forever it all was totally clear to me. John still stared at me and Sherlock as if we were magicians but to me it all was extremely logical. 'So that's why he-' Sherlock finished my sentence with a 'wasn't been seen for over a week! He's- oh wait, I'll let you finish it: I see you're proud of yourself.' Sherlock said and made a gesture with his hand and a sweet smile on his lips. 'Thank you. So that's why he wasn't been seen for over a week: he's still in there!' I shouted out. 'Very good.' Sherlock said proudly, 'You're a fast learner.'
' That might be true but I'm still human.' John said annoyed and rose out of his armchair. 'Could you both just speak English?' He complained. 'We talked in English.' I protested. 'Normal English.' John corrected himself. 'You mean simplified English.' Sherlock said sassily. 'Let me explain it to you.' Sherlock sat down on the chair that was on the opposite of John's chair and John said down again too. 'Isn't it better that (y/n) explains it to me? You always explains it as if I'm a toddler when you're sassy.' John said. 'That's because you need the explanation I would give to a toddler.' Sherlock said back, both getting more annoyed.
'So, there's this family with a young child. The kid has his birthday party and a lot of sibblings come to celebrate. So many, that one person less or one person more would not be noticed by any average person. And there is a person who had not been invited. It's the man who loved the mother of the young child, the child she got with another man; the man she actually loves and has married. This rejected man comes to the party and is planning to kill the kid. He sneaks in and isn't noticed by anyone. The kid is alone with his presents, playing with a new toy he just got, escaping from the noisy crowd that is partying in the garden. So the man goes to the room and wants to kill the kid but then he realises that, when the kid is alive and with him, he has the kid's mother in his power. The party is over and everyone leaves. They don't say 'goodnight' to the child because they assume he was too tired and is already sleeping. The crowds leaves and the parents go to check on their child. He isn't there. They search everywhere but he is nowhere to be found. The mother recognised a footprint in the garden and knows that the man who loved her was attending her son's birthday party. She doesn't tell her husband, she doesn't tell the police during her interrogation that the man was there that day.'
'So, how do we know for sure he was there?' John asked. 'I saw it.' Sherlock said mysteriously. John sat up straight. 'You were on the party?' He asked amazed. 'Oh boy, no. I saw it because I observed her! Believe me; that man was there. No one has seen the man for a week now. The mother arrives sleepily at Scotland Yard and talks to Gale,' 'Greg.' I corrected. 'Greg? Is that really his name?' Both John and I nodded.
'Oh... well, she talks to Greg with a sleepy face and she tells she couldn't sleep. Everyone thinks she couldn't sleep because of the nerves, but that's not it. She couldn't sleep because of the sounds of the door opening and closing again.' Sherlock said and stared at John. 'How are you sure?' John asked, this time I answered. 'We were there when she was interrogated. Didn't you see her getting scared every time the door opened or closed? She thinks her kid is killed and that she hears her son's ghost. But she also thinks everyone would think of her being crazy when she would tell them.' I said and looked at Sherlock.
'Excellent. 'The mother's husband is travelling abroad within some days because of work. So, John, where's the kid?' Sherlock asked him. 'How should I know!? Well... he's not dead, right?' John asked and Sherlock and I shook our heard. 'So, he kidnapped him?' John guessed. We both shook our head again. 'Stop playing this game! Just tell me the answer! I'm no use to this team anyway.' John said. 'No use? But John, of course you're useful!' I said immediately, shocked by his words. 'Really, for what?' John asked sadly. 'A lot of things.' I answered. 'But don't you see it? That man is a stalker! He knows every kind of room in that house. He's still in their house! He's waiting until the husband leaves the building so the woman is alone! Then he has her in his power with the kid! He knows that, when he leaves the house, he will be caught and that's why no one has spotted him: he's still in there! He needs to eat so you can hear him walking to the kitchen to steal some food. Enough for him and the kid to survive, but too few to be noticed by these people. That's why she heard the door opening and closing again: they have an unwanted visitor!' I shouted and John seemed to understand now. 'That's insane! They're living with their stalker/killer-to-be!' John shouted out. 'Exactly!' Sherlock shouted out happily. 'Look at you two, you're both learning so quickly.' Sherlock said with a warm smile, as if he was a father seeing his son and daughter grow up.
'Then we have to go there quickly!' John said. 'No rush, the husband is leaving in two days. As long as he's with his wife, they're all fine.' Sherlock said. 'When will the husband leave for the Czech Republic? Two days, are you sure?' I asked. 'The fourth of June.' Sherlock said. 'Are you sure, Sherlock?' John asked again. 'Of course I'm sure! I can remember a stupid date!' Sherlock said annoyed. 'I know you can remember a date,' I said, 'but John, Sherlock, the fourth of June... that's today!'
John, Sherlock and I ran out of the house as fast as we could. We were looking for a cab, but, even when we held our hands up in the air, they drove straight past us. 'Damn those stupid cabs!' Sherlock swore when another cabbie drove past us. 'Leave it to me.' John said annoyed. The first cabbie that drove by got the fright of his life when John jumped on the car's hood and stayed there. The cab stobbed immediatelly and the cabbie got out of his car. 'Are you mad?! Why would a sane person jump on a driving cab?!' The man shouted angrily. 'Are you hurt, boy?' He asked afterwards, not angry antmore, more worried. The cabbie was worried while Sherlock and I laughed. 'It seems John is useful after all.' Sherlock laughed. 'I'm fine.' John said and stood again. He stroke the creases out of his clothers, neatened his hair, cleared his throat as if nothing had just happened and payed the cabdriver some money. 'To Paddington street 27, as fast as possible.'
We arrived not many minutes after John's amazing way to stop a car. We got out of it and ran towards the house that was inhabited by the young family. I wanted to knock on the door but John stopped me. 'The stalker will hear it.' So we found an open window and forced it so we could climb in. Nobody seemed to be at home. 'They're already at the airport. The mother could come home anytime soon, alone, in need of our protection.' I said and looked around. 'Yes,' John said, 'and don't forget that there's a creep in this house too, maybe even watching us right now...'
John had just spoken his words when a man wrapped his arms around me and held me in a tight grip. I wanted to move a lot so I could escape out of this horrible man's arms but a soft whisper sounded next to my ear. 'I wouldn't move if I were you, missy.' The man said and I felt his hot breath on my skin. 'Leave me alone, creep!' I said but stayed still. 'Let her go!' John schouted. I noticed Sherlock was nowhere to be found. He probably was searching for the kid while John and I were in the living room. I must admit I was a bit afraid but John stood in front of me and a smile was on his face. 'Tell me, who are you and what are you doing here?' The man asked. John's smile became brighter and, whithout a words being said, he ran towards the man and me and tackled us to the ground. He hit the stalker in his face until he laid unconsciously. He then hold out his hand for me and I took it and rose again. '"No use", you said?' I smiled at him. 'Yeah, sorry about that. I just wanted to do that.' He said and smiled at the sight of the motionless man. We walked through the house, searching for Sherlock and the kid.
We found them in one of the many chambers upstairs. Sherlock was talking to the kid. 'Just come with me! What do I have to do to take you with me?' Sherlock said in despair. 'How do I know you're not the same like that other man?' The kid asked stubbornly. 'I'm not! I'm here to help! I'm your friend!' Sherlock said. 'You don't look really friendly.' The kid said. 'Believe me, he isn't.' I said and chuckled. 'But luckilly I am.' I added. 'Come kid, your mother will soon be home and she would like to see you again.'
The mother came back home, crying because she though she would be alone now. But she wasn't. She found three strangers and her known-to-be-dead child in the living room. It was a beautiful sight to see how she cried even louder, how she fell on her knees and stretched out her arms. How she called out her son's name and how he ran into her embrace, both crying. She rose again, her kid still in her arms, his feet dangling. It was heartwarming to hear her thank us after she recognised us. She listened to our explaination and our apology for the window. She smiled and called her husband, both crying when she told him.
Oh, the happiness of a mother when she meets her child again is wonderful! The creepy man was taken to Scotland Yard and all seemed to be okay again. Not much later, we were back in 221B. 'So, that ended well.' John said satisfied. 'Yeah, I always love happy endings.' I added. 'And I love the look on Geoff's face when I solved a case.' Sherlock admitted. 'Greg! It's Greg! If you're really as smart as you think you are, why don't you remember that name?' I said. 'My head is only for important things. Plus, Geoff suits him better.' He chuckled.
'How would you feel if we went out on a date today?' John asked me. 'That'd be great. Let's go.' I sad happily. And, after some time getting ready, we stood on the street. We needed a cab. So the first cabbie that drove by got the fright of his life when John jumped on the hood of the car. The same cabdriver got out. 'Again? Why? I was about to stop for you!' We climbed into the car, both chuckling while we did.
A/N
So that was it for today! Sherlock should try that way to stop a cab too: imagine how cutely his curls will move when he lands on the car! Face flat of course!
In the picture above, you can see how John would hit that creep. I wanted to place a picture of someone jumping on the hood of a car but I couldn't find any so...sorry...
But an angry hedgehog is always cute to see, right? ;-)
I need to study, what am I doing right now? Anyways, I hope you like this one! And I hope you have had an amazing Pentecost! Thank you so much for reading! Please comment and vote, and request if you want to! And (this might seem a little too random but I've baked one today, so yeah...) tell me what your favourite pie is! Maybe you've got something I should try too! Thanks once again and have a lovely day! ;-)
Catch you later! (and I really will catch you... later.)
-MS