História The last case - Capítulo 17

Escrita por: ~ e ~Holmes15

Categorias Sherlock
Personagens D.I. Greg Lestrade, Dr. John Watson, Jim Moriarty, Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft Holmes, Rosamund Mary Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Tags John, Shurlock
Visualizações 2
Palavras 292
Terminada Sim
Gêneros: Mistério
Avisos: Mutilação
Aviso legal
Alguns dos personagens encontrados nesta história e/ou universo não me pertencem, mas são de propriedade intelectual de seus respectivos autores. Os eventuais personagens originais desta história são de minha propriedade intelectual. História sem fins lucrativos criada de fã e para fã sem comprometer a obra original.

Capítulo 17 - On the plane:

One by one we board Mycroft's plane. First it was Sherlock, then Anthea, next was Mycroft and Then last on the plane was me. I was having second thoughts of getting on the plane because I didn't fully trust Mycroft and Sherlock. For all I know they are going to slip something into my drink and make me sleep the whole flight. As you can tell I don't really trust any of them.

     I sat across from Sherlock, who was already looking out the window. Is he scared of planes? The more and more I looked at it he seemed uncomfortable in his seat. Mycroft sat across from Anthea and they were already discussing something. "Sherlock, where are we going?"

"To go see Cathrine."

"Yeah...I know, but isn't she in jail in London?"

"John, if she was in London jail we will be taking a car. That probably means she is in jail somewhere else." Stated Sherlock.

"Oh..." Was all I could say at the moment.

    An attendant came down asking if everyone was buckled in and wanted anything to drink. Mycroft and the others said no. Me on the other was terrified of flying so I wanted water if they had anything. Few minutes later she came back and gave me a bottle of water.

     When I took a swallow...Mycroft and everybody was looking at me. Suddenly I felt dizziness and weak. I looked in the water and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I muttered under my breath "you bloody..." Before I went down.

     All I could see was black...Nothing else. No Sherlock, Mycroft and Anthea. There was no sounds of talking, jet plane engines, and no sound of footsteps. I was in a lone isolated darkness that I didn't want to be anymore.


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