(A/N: I know this is rubbish, I'm no good at writing, I just though it would be nice to upload some of my stuff. I write for fun, that is it. Most of the stuff I write is based on dreams I have. Also, I know some are out of character!)
"Listen, John, we need to get back now!" Sherlock yelled in John's direction while rushing through the busy streets of London.
They were about a street away from 221b and for some reason Sherlock looked excited.
"What is it? Why are we running?!" John yelled back at the tall dark haired man
"I know how to solve this case! I just need my skull!" Sherlock started to almost sprint down the pavement, pushing throw the thick crowds
"W-What? Why do you need that thing!?" John couldn't quite keep up with his pace, and within a few seconds he had lost sight Sherlock
"Oh, for gods sake... Taxi!" John hailed a Taxi just as he caught glimpse of a strange kid, around the age of 14 in all white, even his hair was white.
(v-.-v)
John had just arrived at 221b Baker's street. He was curious how Sherlock was going to solve this one. It was a string of murders, all caused by the same, somehow unbelievable, weapon. They were caused by hypothermia, but they were all found within miles of any cold weather, or anything that could have caused this.
John ran into the flat, passing Mrs Hudson on the way in. He opened the door, but there was no Sherlock in sight. Only... That child he had saw earlier. How had he beaten him here?!
"Who the hell are you?" John said nervously "And how did you get in to our flat?"
The boy looked up, expressionless. He was building a castle out of dice.
"I said who are you?" John insisted.
The boy just carried on building his castle. Carefully placing dice after dice "I'm waiting for someone."
"How did you get in while we were out?" John asked, now reaching for his back pocket.
"I didn't." The boy didn't even look up "But I am no threat, no need for a gun. Gun's are dull."
"How- Never mind, who are you?" John relaxed slightly as he could see the boy reacted to the question quite quickly. Obviously something was off.
"You can call me Naomi"
"Wait, isn't that a girls name?" John asked, quite confused.
"Of course, I am a girl." The girl seemed offended by John's lack of knowledge.
"Wait? What?!" John looked even more confused than when he met Sherlock for the first time. It couldn't have been that unbelievable. "Wait, why are you here? You put off the question earlier. How did you get in?!"
"As I said, I didn't get in while you were out. I have been here for 3 days now. I am your new flatmate. Mrs Hudson said she informed you." Naomi said, still no expressions had left the girl.
"Where have you been? How come we haven't noticed you? And who on earth are you waiting for?!" John was slightly more aggravated by her lack of answers.
"I have been in someone's bedroom-"
"What for 3 days?!" John interrupted
"Yes, you were busy with the case so I let myself in. I am currently waiting for someone called Near." Naomi explained
"Who's Near?"
"He's-" She was cut off by an angry Sherlock with ripped clothing bursting through the door.
"Sherlock? What happened?!" John exclaimed
"N-Nothing... I am dropping this case." Sherlock was shaking at the thought, but he had to.
"Why?!" John screeched at the top of his lungs. The noise even made Naomi look up
"It doesn't concern us. It originated in Japan, we have no way to go in further... Just drop it." Sherlock said, unsure of himself.
"He beat you didn't he?" A voice came from the centre of the room, Sherlock hadn't noticed her before then. He was too worked up to notice.
"Wha-What do you me-mean?" Sherlock was stuttering now.
"L" was her only response.
"I'm going to bed!" Sherlock yelled to John's surprise, he had only ever seen him sleep when he was drugged. "Wait, who are you?" He slowly turned to Naomi.
"I'm Naomi." She said bluntly.
"That name doesn't fit. Who are you?" Sherlock seemed intrigued.
"Naomi." She wasn't about to blow her cover for this guy.
"Okay then, 'Naomi'" He said, obviously mocking her. "Who is L? You know, so he must be someone you're close with. Who is he?" He got into Naomi's face, he was angry that he had been beaten. And even more that this kid knew about it.
"N" She said bluntly, she wasn't going to give his identity away.
"Stop talking in code, give me a name, a location. Anything!" Sherlock grabbed her by the collar. But Naomi wasn't alarmed. She knew that if he did anything he wouldn't get the information he wanted so badly.
"Sherlock, stop! She is just a kid!" John ran up to Sherlock and tried to stop him from doing anything rash. This was the first time he had ever been beaten. He was on edge to say the least.
"I will be the one to beat L, to destroy L." She said with so much emotion, it was like she had two personalities.
"Why would you want to destroy him? If you know who he is, why not go shoot him?" Sherlock asked, now a bit more calm.
"Because that's no fun. I want to prove I am better than L." She was back to her calm exterior. She reminded John of Moriarty, but a little less... On the insane side of things.