Distant Minds {{Sherlock Rp with Circledude5}}

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera, on a whim, put her battery back in her phone and turned it on. There had to have been some reason that she had gotten into the cab. Relief washed over her as it turned on and she checked her recent messages. A few had been erased, she could tell, but there was one that jumped out.


15 Seconds. You're cutting it awfully close.


~M

 

[Circledude5]

As Ciera put her phone back together, Sherlock approached quietly from behind, hopefully unnoticeably. He read the first text that he was able to focus on.


15 Seconds. You're cutting it awfully close.


~M


This was so Moriarty. With the use of snipers no doubt, most likely allegedly on her sister, considering her parents were out of the picture.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera had noticed Sherlock come up behind her as she read the message and then scrolled to see if there were anymore. She half expected to be bugged by his looking over her shoulder, but found that she didn't really mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an incoming text.


I see you found your way back. This is going to be more fun than I realized. But for now...well, I would run if I were you.


~M

 

[Circledude5]

It took a moment for Sherlock to register what the text message had said. When he did, however, he grabbed Ciera's upper arm and started tugging her towards the doorway.


"When he gives you warning before something is going to happen, you better follow that warning. Moriarty doesn't bluff." Sherlock said.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera was looking at the message with a raised eyebrow when she felt Sherlock tug her over to the stairs and they both started down quickly. On her way down the steps, she stopped as she heard something. "Do you hear that?" There was a high pitched, incessant beeping coming from somewhere in the building. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. "He wouldn't." She said as she looked at Sherlock, her eyes wide.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock had heard the beeping from the moment it had begun. It was part of his curse. Or his gift, depending on how you looked at it.


"Oh yes he would," Sherlock contradicted. He knew he'd already fully let slip he knew about Moriarty, so there was no going back now. Sherlock pulled more urgently. "We need to get out. Now."

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera followed quickly after Sherlock, allowing him to pull her down the stairs and out the door. And then, once they were outside, she let him pull her across the street and onto a vacant lot.


The explosion rang out, the force of it knocking both of them off their feet.


(Wow, 200 posts already)

 

[Circledude5]

[208, actually ]


Just as the explosion at the beginning of Moriarty's Great Game had, this one blasted him off his feet and into the ground. His ears were throbbing and buzzing from the explosion, but luckily the wind was blowing away from him, carrying the majority of the dust away.


Sherlock, dispite being a bit disoriented, stood up quickly, brushing himself off and surveying the damage. The building and the two on either side of it had been blown apart. Large chunks of cement had fallen off and into the street. Somewhere in the distance, a siren started. And then another, all moving closer. "Ciera, are you alright?"

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera was thrown off her feet by the force of the blast. The noise rang in her ears as grit and debris showered down. She quickly checked herself for injuries. There was a small cut on her head where she had hit the ground and her right arm seemed to be pretty scraped up, but not much other than that. "Yeah, I think so." She answered as she sat up on her knees.

 

[Circledude5]

The first on the scene were the police, who, to Sherlock's displeasure decided to hold them as witnesses. He and Ciera were separated in the process, but he managed to hurry the interview. Unfortunately, by the time he'd satisfied the officer, the paramedics had arrived and he was ushered over to an ambulance.


When they'd done all they'd deemed necessary, he had gauze wrapped around his upper left arm, where a shard of glass had lodged itself. It hadn't been visible to to constable due to his large coat, and the paramedics had thrown a fit and told the officer off. God, he hated the fussing. He'd known as soon as he'd felt the stab what had happened, but it wasn't as if he'd never had an injury before. He'd fully intended to have John patch it up when they got back later that evening. Now, it was a matter of if they were going to get back that evening. They wouldn't let him out down the ice from the side of his head either and they kept throwing on the orange shock blanket. And the worst part was, they'd put his coat who knew where.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera answered all of the questions quickly and simply so as to hurry the process along. She was later ushered over to the paramedics where her arm and head were bandaged. She kept asking the paramedics when she could leave, and, upon finding that they wouldn't give her a straight answer, got up and walked away while ignoring their protest. She found Sherlock a moment later wearing an orange shock blanket. It took everything not to laugh. "Orange isn't really your color." She commented.

 

[Circledude5]

"Hmm. I'm well aware." Sherlock said sulkily. He was happy that the only person he actually knew had found him, but only wearing the shock blanket and sitting there still because they'd told him they wouldn't give back his coat if he didn't. It was rather irritating too; he have to get his coat sleeve repaired where the glass had cut through. His arm he could deal with, however.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera walked up and sat on the back of the ambulance with him. She shrugged off an orange shock blanket as they tried to drape yet another one over her shoulders. "John is going to kill us."

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock shrugged. "Probably..."


He knew John well, and he was likely to explode as soon as they got back. Or as soon as he found them. Whichever came first.


And then he'd re-do the paramedics work.


Sherlock kept calling out to the emergency medics, asking to have his coat back, but they never responded. Likely whoever had taken care of him had spread the word not to talk to him until he shut up for more than a minute.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera sighed, shaking her head. "I just want to go back to the flat. Honestly, this is ridiculous." Her eyes flitted around the area, looking at the debris strewn everywhere. Leaning over a bit so that only Sherlock could hear her, she said, "You obviously know more about Moriarty than you've told me. I expect you to tell me about it when we get back to the flat."

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock leaned over so only Ciera could hear him. "You may expect, but that's not necessarily what you'll get." It wasn't safe for anyone else to know everything that he knew about that man. Even John had been left out on some of the details. As for Mycroft...well, there was no telling just how much Big Brother knew. More than Sherlock, likely. That reminded him... he leaned in again.


"If a black car starts following you this evening, just get in. And accept the offer."

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera raised an eyebrow but nodded. She then said, "How do you expect me to help if I don't have all the details? I mean judging by this-" she gestured at the destruction left by the explosion, "-it doesn't matter to him how much I know. So why won't you tell me what you know?" It was a valid question.

 

[Circledude5]

"Information is by far the most dangerous and influential material," Sherlock said. "As exhibited here." Just as another paramedic walked briskly past, Sherlock stood up and put on his 'I am a fairly pleasant person' mask. "'Scuse me, do you know where my coat is?"


"Isn't that it over there?" The young woman pointed to a police car behind the ambulance he'd been sitting on, quite out of view from his previous position. He looked over and saw that the Belstaff was draped across the top of it.


"Ah yes, thank you." He flashed her a fake smile, shrugged off the blanket, and, tossing the orange fleece back into the ambulance, went to go retrieve his coat.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera sighed in defeat. She would get him to tell her about Moriarty eventually, but she supposed now was not the time. Standing, she began walking over to the road where she planned to hail a cab. A black car pulled up as she reached the sidewalk and rolled down a window to reveal a woman in the back seat. "Some with me." She said simply, not taking her attention away from the phone.


Slapping a hand to her forehead and shaking her head, she said, "Oh wonderful. Just what I need. Better to get whatever this is over with, I suppose." She said as she opened the door and stepped in. She was more annoyed now than anything, after all if Sherlock had told her to do something, it obviously wasn't going to end with her death. As...odd as he was, she didn't think he would send her to her death. She watched out the window as the car pulled away from the curb and they began driving.

 

[Circledude5]

As he pulled on his coat and checked the damage on the sleeve, he noticed Ciera slip into one of Mycroft's Minion Cars. He was positive his brother would approve of her, and so had few concerns.


When he'd been searching for a flatmate about two years ago, every single canditate had been quietly picked from the street and offered money to spy on him. John Watson had been the first of many to decline, and therefore the only one to pass Mycroft's test. However, if Sherlock this time told the person to accept the offer...


Yeah, okay. He was messing with both their heads on purpose.


But, he had to admit...what would happen would be entertaining. He'd text Mycroft later to let her through.


Chuckling slightly to himself, he set off. He would walk back to the flat, as it would delay his meeting John. News stations had already appeared along the caution tape, as well as curious passerbys. John liked watching the morning show sometimes, so when he turned on the television in the evening for crap telly, it'd be on the news station.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera sat quietly with her arms crossed, annoyance evident in her eyes. After today, she just wanted to take a nap. And yet here she was, in an unfamiliar car with no idea where she was going for the second time today.


The car soon pulled up outside of a warehouse and she stepped out, walking inside as she was directed. She walked into the nearly empty building to see a man standing in the center of the room.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock was just several blocks away now. He supposed John's reaction wouldn't really be too bad as long as he don't find out that he was basically one of the triggers for the bomb. Or he might not even know, sherlock reasoned. He only watched crap telly maybe once or twice per week, so there was always the chance he hadn't seen the news yet.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera listened as the man explained the current situation. "So...you want me to spy on him?"


"That is correct."


"Why? You must have better things to do than spy on rookie detectives."


The man who had introduced himself as Mycroft smiled, though just slightly. "I can see why he likes you."

 

[Circledude5]

Turns out, John had seen the news. The report was on when he walked back into the flat and John was watching with a steaming mug of tea, standing in the middle of the lounge.


" Oh, and they finally return." John said sarcastically, seeing Sherlock. He looked round for Ciera, but obviously didn't see her. "Where's my cousin?"


"Mycroft. Security check." Sherlock said.


"Did you have anything to do with that?" He gestured towards the television with his mug.


"Are you alright from the kettle?" Sherlock countered.


"You did!"


"Never said that."


John gave him one of "the look"s.


"What?"

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera looked around as Mycroft spoke before finally shifting her gaze back to him. "Who are you to him?" She asked out of the blue. He responded with the typical arch nemesis answer.


"No, I don't think you are." Ciera countered. "If you were, you wouldn't be asking me to spy on him. You would hire a professional, or one of Sherlock's other...friends who are a lot more guaranteed to stay around."