Sherlock: Poison.

Mrs Hudson: What you going on about?

(Sherlock slams his hands on the table making me jump a little by surprise as I was concentrating a little too much on some of the articles on Carl Powers on his laptop)

Sherlock: Clostridium botulinum!

(I give Mrs. Hudson and apologetic shrug of "This is how he is". She nods and flees the kitchen)

Sherlock: It's one of the deadliest poisons on the planet!

(John comes inside the living room wearing his suit and Sherlock looks at the both of us)

Sherlock: Carl Powers!

(John looks at him blankly)

John: Oh, wait, are you saying he was murdered?

(Y/N): What...? How is that even possible?

Holmes: Remember the shoelaces?

(Y/N): Yeah...?

Sherlock: The boy suffered from eczema. It'd be the easiest thing in the world to introduce the poison into his medication. Two hours later he comes up to London, the poison takes effect, paralyses the muscles and he drowns.

John: What - how-how come the autopsy didn't pick that up?

Holmes: It's virtually undetectable. Nobody would have been looking for it.

(He walks around the table towards my direction and hovers over my right shoulder to type on his laptop)

(His cheek was inches away from mine)

(Okay... could've just asked me to get up)

(He opens the forum of his own website "The Science of Deduction")

(Huh...I've got to check that out)

(He begins to type:

FOUND
Pair of trainers belonging to Carl Powers. (1978-1989)

(He straightens up and looks at the laces again)

Sherlock: But there were still tiny traces of it left inside the trainers from where he put the cream on his feet. That's why they had to go.

(He bends down again and continues to type)

(Botulinum toxin still present. Apply 221B Baker Street)

John: So how do we let the bomber know...

Sherlock: Get his attention...

(Y/N): Sherlock's website is public so he's posting the message there. The killer is likely to see it

Sherlock: Exactly

Watson: Mmm-hmm.

Sherlock: ..stop the clock. (He looks at his watch)

John: The killer kept the shoes all these years.

Holmes: Yes. Meaning...

(Y/N): He's our bomber.

(He looks at me with his hands on his waist and nods and suddenly the pink phone rings)

(Sherlock rushes over to the other side of the table and puts the phone on speaker)

( Sobs ) Woman: Well done, you. Come and get me.

Sherlock: Where are you? Tell us where you are

(Y/N): We gotta go now

_________________________________________

MORNING. SCOTLAND YARD.

(We were in Lestrade's office. John and I were sitting opposite to Lestrade's desk as Sherlock stood in front the window which looked out to the main office area, he had his hands raised in front of his mouth as he lightly tapped his fingers)

Lestrade: She lives in Cornwall. Two men broke in wearing masks, forced her to drive to the car park and decked her out in enough explosives to take down a house.

(He looks up at Sherlock)

Lestrade: Told her to phone you. She had to read out from this pager.

(Lestrade puts the pager on the desk as I pick it up and observe it a bit)

Sherlock: And if she deviated by one word, the sniper would set her off.

John: Or if you hadn't solved the case.

Sherlock: *sighs*Oh... Elegant!

John: "Elegant"?

(John raises his head and sighs in exasperation)

(But seriously..."elegant"? Does he not have a heart?)

Lestrade: But what was the point? Why would anyone do this?

Sherlock: Oh... I can't be the only person in the world that gets bored.

(Suddenly the phone beeps again)

Voice Alert: You have one new message.

(Sherlock comes around to Lestrade's desk as we all listened intently to three pips and one long one)

John: Four pips.

Sherlock: First test passed, it would seem. Here's the second.

(Sherlock shows us the new photograph the killer sent. It was the picture of a car with the driver's door open and the plate number clearly visible)

Sherlock: It's abandoned, wouldn't you say?

(Y/N): But where's the driver?

Lestrade: I'll see if it's been reported.

(As Lestrade picks up his desk phone, Sergeant Donovan walks in with another phone in her hand)

Donovan: Freak, it's for you.

(Sherlock doesn't even react to the comment "Freak". I guess he's pretty used to it by now. Then again, I've called him worse things and he just smiles. What a weirdo)

(Sherlock goes to her and takes the phone and then proceeds to step out of the office and talks to whoever called him. Maybe it's Mycroft? He has been trying desperately to get his brother's attention)

John: Elegant...*sighs*

(Y/N): What?

John: You heard him...

(Y/N): Yeah...I guess we'll never understand what goes on in his brain

John: I don't think I even want to

(Y/N): Well we're here to keep him sane right?

John: No...you are

(I look at John)

(Y/N): What do you mean?

John: You're here to keep us both sane

(Y/N): *Laughs* You're not crazy John

John: *Smiles* You think Sherlock's crazy

(Y/N): Well...I suppose not...

(I look out of the office window and see Sherlock's back, still talking on the phone)

(Y/N): He needs people..friends..us.. even though he won't admit it

(John stares at me with a surprised expression)

(Y/N): Haha...was that weird?

John: No it's just...I think you're the only person other than Mrs. Hudson who talks about Sherlock like that

(Y/N): Like what?

John: Like he's actually...human

(Y/N): We all are John...

(I look down at my fingers)

(Y/N): *whispers* But we're still fighting the demons within us...

(My mind goes back to the moment I pulled the trigger and Maggie just...)

(I shake my head a bit to get the thought out of my head)

John: (Y/N)?

(Y/N): Sorry...um we gotta go look for the car. I'll call Sherlock

(I stand up and make my way out of the office towards Sherlock who has a very intense expression on his face)

(Y/N): Sherlock?

(He turns around to look at me but puts his finger on his lips, telling me to be quiet. I walk closer to him as he puts the phone on speaker)

Sherlock: Who are you? What's that noise?

Young Man: The sounds of life, Sherlock. But don't worry...I can soon fix that.

(The sounds coming from the phone seemed like he was someplace busy...like the side of a road or somewhere. Oh my God...the hostage is probably in a public place...with bombs on him...)

Young Man: You solved my last puzzle in nine hours. This time you have eight.

(Sherlock looks at me and I look back, concerned. Eight hours...will that enough?)

(Sherlock hangs up the phone as Lestrade calls us from his office)

Lestrade: Okay... Great. We've found it!

(We both head inside)

________________________________________

(We arrived at the scene close to a river. The police already arrived at an open space where the car was found, abandoned. Forensics officers were working on the car as Lestrade led Sherlock towards it. John, Donovan and I were walking along with them)

Lestrade: The car was hired yesterday morning by an Ian Monkford. Banker of some kind; City boy. Paid in cash.

(Lestrade continued while consulting some notes on his hands)

(Y/N): Wait a minute...Ian Monkford?

Sherlock: Do you know him?

(Y/N): Uh no not really. I met him just once at this party at Sebastian's house. We only said "Hi" and nothing more than that. I don't know anything about him. But he did seem smart and quite mysterious too...

Sherlock: I see

Lestrade: Told his wife he was going away on a business trip, but he never arrived.

(Beside me I could Donovan and John's conversation)

Donovan: You're still hanging round him.

John: Yeah, well...

Donovan: Opposites attract, I suppose.

John: No, we're not...

(Haha I love how people assume that they're gay. Even I assumed they were gay when I met them for the first time)

Donovan: You should get yourself a hobby - stamps, maybe. Model trains. Safer.

(She turns to look at me)

Donovan: What's your story?

(Y/N): Well I'm just...going along with it all.

Donovan: Are you like the female version of Sherlock Holmes. Getting high off solving murders?

(What the fuck?)

(Y/N): Trust me. No one can be like Sherlock Holmes

Donovan: I suppose you're right. Not as psychopathic as him

(Y/N): Why do you hate him?

Donovan: And you don't?

(Y/N): No...well I did when we first met but not anymore

Donovan: Yeah well I still do

Sherlock: The feeling is mutual Sergeant

(Sherlock comes up from behind me and walks away again towards the car after making that comment. Donovan glares at him as I smile and continue to follow him)

(We reach the car as Sherlock begins to observe it closely at all the blood on the seat)

Lestrade: Before you ask, yes, it's Monkford's blood. The DNA checks out.

John: Hey will you be okay?

(Y/N): Hm? Oh yeah...I'm used to the blood now a bit..thanks

(Sherlock bends a bit and observes the bloody seat)

Sherlock: No body.

Donovan: Not yet.

(He straightens up again and looks at Lestrade)

Holmes: Get a sample sent to the lab.

(Lestrade nods and calls two officers. Sherlock comes to me and while removing the glove from his right hand)

Sherlock: So how do you think I'd be as an actor?

(Y/N): You'll get an Oscar probably

(He smiles at that comment)

Sherlock: Well let's find out

(Find out...what?)

(Sherlock walks up to a woman, in her late 40s who was just done talking to an officer while she was crying)

Sherlock: Mrs Monkford?

Mrs Monkford: Yes. Sorry, but I've already spoken with two policemen.

John: No, we're not from the police, we're...

Sherlock: ( Tearfully ) Sherlock Holmes. Very old friend of your husband's. We, um....we grew up together.

(Oh my God.... I'll have to admit he is good at acting. Getting those years on the spot. Wow...is he trained for that or something?)

Mrs Monkford: I'm sorry, who? I don't think he ever mentioned you.

Sherlock: Oh, he must have done. This is... this is horrible, isn't it?

(He keeps looking around with tears in his eyes making his cheeks red)

Sherlock: I mean, I just can't believe it. I only saw him the other day. Same old Ian - not a care in the world.

(She looks at Sherlock with a confused and irritated look while John looks away, failing to keep a neutral face)

Mrs Monkford: Sorry, but my husband has been depressed for months. Who are you?

Sherlock: Really strange that he hired a car. Why would he do that? It's a bit suspicious, isn't it?

Mrs Monkford: No, it isn't. He forgot to renew the tax on the car, that's all.

Holmes: Oh, well, that was Ian! That was Ian all over!

(A tear runs down his face)

Mrs Monkford: No it wasn't.

(Suddenly his fake persona just drops and he looks at her seriously)

Holmes: ( Normal voice ) Wasn't it? Interesting.

(He walks away almost immediately as we try to follow him from behind)

(I turned around to see Mrs. Monkford, looking annoyed)

John: Why did you lie to her?

(Sherlock runs the tears from his eyes and begins to explain)

Sherlock: People don't like telling you things, but they love to contradict you. Past tense, did you notice?

John: Sorry, what?

Sherlock: I referred to her husband in the past tense. She joined in. Bit premature - they've only just found the car.

(Y/N): You think she murdered her husband?

Sherlock: Definitely not. That's not a mistake a murderer would make.

John: I see. No, I don't. What am I seeing?

Donovan: Fishing! Try fishing!

(John turns around and gives Donovan an exasperated nod and follows us again)

(Y/N): Where now? I'm freezing

(I put my hands in front of my mouth and blow some hot air to make it warm again. Sherlock takes out the glove from his pocket, the one he took off to shake Mrs. Monkford's hand, and gave it to me)

Sherlock: You can wear one of mine for now

(Y/N): Oh...thank you...

(I wear his black glove, even though it was a bit bigger than my hand, it was still warm and it felt good)

(John looks at us with a confused face. Honestly John, even I don't know why he started making these gestures. But it's nice to see that he at least cares. Even about my body temperature)

(Sherlock hands John a business card)

Sherlock: Janus Cars. Just found this in the glove compartment.

_________________________________________

SIX HOURS TO GO

(We were at the car hire company. John and I as usual, were sitting at the desk opposite to Mr. Ewert the manager, as Sherlock looks out into the forecourt. I was taking down notes on my small notepad, might as well do something)

Ewert: Can't see how I can help you gentlemen and...... Miss.

(He smiles at me and I return a forced smile)

John: Mr. Monkford hired the car from you yesterday.

Ewert: Yeah. Lovely motor. Mazda RX-8. Wouldn't mind one of them myself!

Sherlock: Is that one?

(Sherlock points to the poster behind Mr. Ewert's desk. But I notice him looking down at his shirt)

Ewert: No, they're all Jags. Yeah, I can see you're not a car man, eh?

(As soon as he looks front again, Sherlock starts to pace around like he clearly didn't just make a deduction)

Sherlock: But, er, surely you can afford one - a Mazda, I mean?

Ewert: Yeah, it's a fair point. But you know how it is: it's like working in a sweetshop. Once you start picking at the liquorice all sorts, when does it all stop, eh?

(Y/N): But you didn't know Mr. Monkford?

Ewert: No, he was just a client. Came in here and hired one of my cars. No idea what happened to him. Poor sod!

Sherlock: Nice holiday, Mr. Ewert?

Ewert: Eh?

Holmes: You've been away, haven't you?

Ewert: Oh, the-the...

(He scratches his arm)

Ewert: No, it's, er, sunbeds, I'm afraid, yeah. Too busy to get away. My wife would love it, though - bit of sun.

(He's clearly lying. Now that I look at where Sherlock was looking at. The tan line on his neck just a little above the collar was visible)

(I look at Sherlock and he does as well and I know we were both thinking the same thing. "Yep he's lying, he was away")

Sherlock: Have you got any change for the cigarette machine?

(Sherlock goes near Mr. Ewert again and reaches out his palm)

Ewert: What?

Sherlock: Well, I noticed one on the way in and I haven't got any change.
I'm gasping.

Ewert: Um, well...

(He takes out his wallet and looks inside)

Ewert: Hmm. No, sorry.

Sherlock: Oh well. Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Ewert.

(Sherlock begins to open the door)

Sherlock: *whispers* You've been very helpful. Come on, John

(We quickly get up from our seats and follow the detective who was walking at quite a fast pace)

John: I-I've got change if you still want to, uh...

Sherlock: Nicotine patches, remember? I'm doing well.

John: So what was that all about?

(Y/N): *Giggles* He wanted to look inside his wallet

John: Why?

Sherlock: Mr. Ewert's a liar.