The curious case of Sherlocks Heart (closed)

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock bit down the acerbic comment he had about Lestrade's estimate of his worth at the previous crime scenes. Having seen Iara in action, it was no wonder that he couldn't figure out what had happened to the previous victims. Nevertheless, he fell in with the two of them and went along to the crime scene again. All the while, he pieced together how he was going to keep them from discovering he had been there and saw what Iara did.

 

[Asa]

John spoke with the coroner and then walked with Sherlock for a bit.

Do we need to talk about anything with the case Sherlock? You seem a little deeper in thought than normal?

A soldiers hand gesture from John had Lestrade keeping everyone away from the two of them so they could speak privately.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock looks over at Lestrade then turns to put his back to the inspector so he can talk privately with John. "She was here. I followed her when she ran out earlier today. It might be my knee mark," he whispered. Sherlock trusted John; it was only fair to bring him up to speed on the scene they were about to visit.

"I also saw what the victims can become and it's all too real. She has to hunt these deplorable villains because Lestrade can't catch them," Sherlock added.

 

[Asa]

Unless you knelt over the body Sherlock its hers which tells me she is still healing. How many more of these things are left do you know? Did she tell you? One or two she might be able to handle more than that it could kill her too.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock glanced over his shoulder, making sure Lestrade was giving them room. He sighed. "I'm not sure the exact number. She does feel like she is near the end. Once she is done, I worry she's going to have to disappear again. These demons have friends and I'm sure they will want to get back at the person that cut off their benefits." He explained.

 

[Asa]

John simply nodded and spotting some footprints. Sherlock's footprints from earlier clearly and moved to stand on them.

Lestrade we are going to follow some footprints over here. It may be nothing they look old but its something.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Thank you, Watson..." Sherlock whispered to him. He moved to follow along with John as he pulled out a small flashlight and clicked it on. He wanted to perpetuate the ruse John had started and look as though they were really interested in the footprints.

 

[Asa]

You need to excuse yourself and get answers from her if she k ow how many she has left to deal with. You can even warn her if you like that as her Dr. I feel certain any more than one or two and she may not survive.

Watson knelt down to study them every now and then as their rise played out.

Nope just as I thought far to old probably a homeless looking for shelter.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock nodded at John's suggestion. He turned away as John reported the footprints were old. "And so goes our only difference here," Sherlock said, sounding annoyed. "Let me guess. Same wound through the chest, same neck snap, same lingering odor. Come find me at Baker Street when something new is found, Lestrade. You've wasted enough of my time tonight already."

Sherlock spoke as he walked off back down the street the way they came. He was heading back to the flat to find Iara and talk with her. Hopefully this was going to be over soon, but he had to learn when. Things weren't going to be easy from the sound of things and he had to make sure she realized that.

Walking back into the flat, he knocked on the basement door. "Iara? May I come down?" He asked softly.

 

[Asa]

Iara opened the door and nodded to him. Stepping back for him to walk in.

Sure how goes the investigation? They won't be finding too many more bodies. I suspect the human I saw talking to the latest target is the last one. Now just to make sure that the police are told this last target did it.

She looked to him with a smile and soft feline shine glow to her eyes.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Are you sure that will be the last one? And are you sure they will be alone? I... I mean, John is worried that you may not be fully recovered from your wounds and that may put you at a disadvantage in this final scenario. That is, if it is your final scenario." Sherlock said, pacing the room and trying to get some idea of how well Iara was doing physically.

 

[Asa]

She moved back to the couch and sat down a little hard.

Yes the other person talking who fled was the mortal servitor. He will be easy for me to make it appear to be his doing for all the previous deaths. After all the servitor does just as you did and keeps picture records and such.

She looked over with a wink.

Soinds.like trophies to me what about you Sherlock

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Not sure that would be as effective as you think. The files I have upstairs came from the police; they will be able to trace those back to me. Unless you have some other way of fabricating something similar, I don't think it be so simple." Sherlock explains, walking over where Iara has sat down.

 

[Asa]

No... the servitor has photos... mortal documentation to let the others know who died. Would his having images like that be enough to lead them to believe he did it?

She closed her eyes leaning back

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock paced. "Possibly. As you say, he could have had those photos to let the others know who died. It would be hard to explain that he has those as some sort of trophy. Plus, if was taking pictures of the deceased, they should be pictures of the crime scene. And they couldn't match the detective's pictures. It would have to look like a picture only the killer could have taken."

This was strange for Sherlock. He had to put himself in the mind of a killer and consider their actions. Of course, there were many times he and Mycroft had discussed performing the perfect murder. It was always a thought experiment. Then again, given Mycroft's work, he may have more practical experience with it lately.

 

[Asa]

There is always the one human who "documents" all of them host bodies to demise. That has to be the human that took off when I ended that last demon. We just have to find him. I make his death look like guilt ridden termination or robbery gone bad and case complete for me and the cops. I do my royal visit then time to relax and heal.

She watched him closely for a moment.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock frowned. "I don't think it will be as easy as all that. Lestrade may not be the best Inspector, but he's no fool. I think a suicide might be too convenient. Perhaps... if he were in a car accident and the evidence was tucked in a satchel or protective case, that might work. Perhaps if we could indicate that the person was en route to perform another murder, with a murder weapon in the vehicle, that would be enough for the Yard..."

Sherlock winced. While the person is deplorable, there was something abhorrent in staging a crime scene. It felt all wrong in his mind.

 

[Asa]

Sherlock... I know what I have to do. You have seen what I am and what I do. I think that alone is enough for you now. I will end this case solo. Got it?

She smiled and walked over to him.

Now... Where we're we the other day before John so conveniently interrupted?

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock turned to face her as she stepped closer. He was surprised that she was approaching him like this given what they were just talking about, but something in her eyes made him stop worrying about that. He swallowed nervously as she drew in close like they were when they were dancing. He let out a slow sigh as his arm slid around her waist and he took her hand in his.

"I... think we were dancing, but... there's no music." He observed, but didn't move to let her go. He kept looking at her face, entranced by her in that moment as she overwhelmed his sense.

 

[Asa]

I... could get... the little remote... there to start... more music?

She seemed in no hurry to move from his arm as her arms wrapped around him to dance as well. He was comfortable in a way she had never known before. Her eyes shimmering with feline glow as she started into his eyes.

John helped Mrs Hudson and kept her away from the door to Iara's room for now as well.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock looked deep into her eyes. "It's alright. I can hear it in my head," he murmured as he started to step a slow dance with her in his arms. His arms wrapped around her, but didn't crush her close. He slowly slid a hand up to bring her head to rest against his chest as they moved together.

Holding her like this, a peace came over Sherlock that surprised him. It was a feeling telling him that this was alright. He swayed slowly and rhythmically with her as his eyes drifted closed at the intimacy of the moment. He let himself feel it and not shut it out. He'd done that enough since Ms. Adler.

 

[Asa]

An unconscious purr softly fell from her as her head rested against his chest hearing his heartbeat feeling the calm that permeated his being and the sense of intimacy of it all. Her eyes closed as well as she danced with him slowly.

They needed nothing in this moment but the feel and presence of each other. Her world of death was far from her mind as they danced and held each other close.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock's eyes drifted closed as he gently rubbed his hands up and down her back. He stepped slowly, shifting from side to side to the inaudible beat they had both found. He doesn't know why, but he spoke quietly. "Will you get to stay here when it's all over?"

He bit his lips. He didn't want to fall so fast, but the danger in her life and the trust she had for him were intoxicating. Maybe he'd been too safe lately. He didn't pull away; he kept her close as he listened for an answer.

 

[Asa]

I could stay here.

She whispered.

It would be nice to take a break from traveling unless someone calls me for help.

She hugged him gently closer as they danced

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock swallowed a sigh as he felt Iara drawing in closer. "I'm sure our landlady would welcome another boarder, especially one she knows. No one really uses this space down here so it wouldn't inconvenience myself or Watson. I'm sure we could stay out of each other's way as needed." He said, trying not to admit to his personal feelings on the matter. If he said something, that would mean it was real and he wasn't ready to admit that yet.