Sherlock Series 3 Episode 0: The Prologue

You all know that I am known for writing fanfics for Glee, right? Well not this time. I have recently become acquainted with the amazingness that is Sherlock.

(To be completely honest, I blame it all on Tumblr) (Shut up)

So I have been thinking about a different take, an early take actually, on what I want to happen (she knows that it isn't going to happen) on series three of Sherlock.

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Page Line (Esmeralda Thompson)

Friday, November 13, 2013

9 AM

It had just let up raining in London, England. The cold was going to take some getting used to after the warmth and sunniness that was Melbourne. I was looking outside of the cab's window and practically shaking in anticipation of what was going to come soon.

I got to meet the amazing Sherlock Holmes. Of course I had read about him and heard his name, some things good, other not so much, but I didn't let them phase me. I was way too excited.

At the young age of twenty-six, I had already had a promising career and a bright future ahead of me. I just wanted to know more about this illustrious Mr. Holmes. I couldn't have used one of our many Private Detectives to look him up, maybe have him even ask some questions, but this was something that I had to do myself.

I had to uncover a mystery that was bigger than anything that I've had to do before.

I was basically the controller of a very important organization. We can both help and hurt people at the same time. I, of course, cannot tell you the name of this organization because it doesn't have one. We do everything and anything that we can get our hands on.

We're very territorial and don't appreciate people taking things that belong to us.

Like Sherlock Holmes.

If only he knew what I was coming here for, he would be shocked.

Mr. Holmes has to get ready for a very bumpy ride.

Page Line (John Watson)

That Same Day

9:30 AM

It was cloudy outside today but I decided to come to Baker Street anyways to make sure that Mrs. Hudson was doing ok. She seemed very lost without Sherlock around to fuss over.

As I was contemplating moving back into Baker Street, I heard a cab pull next to the pavement. I didn't think anything of it, so I continued to unlock the door and shouting Mrs. Hudson's name.

"Excuse me?" I heard a voice behind me ask. It was a girl, no more than 5'2" with long black hair that had think streaks of blonde in it. "Is this," she pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket, "221b Baker Street?" I stared at her for a second puzzled and then nodded in response.

"Oh." She stuck out her hand. "Esmeralda Thompson." She sounded like she was from Austrailia.

"Dr. John Watson." I reached out my hand and shook it. I took note that she had a tattoo of a heart on her wrist. I wonder what that meant.

"I know." The last time I heard that I was basically kidnapped by Mycroft. It had begun to rain, and fearing for the state of her luggage, I invited her inside.

Page Line (John)

It was no different than when I left.

"Here, take a seat." I pointed to the couch and she sat down gingerly placing her bags right next to her feet. "Do you want some tea? Water?"

"No thank you. I had something on the plane." Esmeralda was taking a look around the flat.

"So…what brings you to London? It can't be the weather." I cracked a small smile at my attempt at humor. Luckily she smiled.

"I was sent here by my father to study under Sherlock Holmes. Do you know where he is?" She sounded so innocent, but I still felt as if I had been sucker punched. Of course she wouldn't know, she lived on a different continent.

"Sherlock's-" I felt my throat close up and the familiar sting of tears behind my eyes as I brought his name up. "Dead. He committed suicide a while back."

"Oh." She nodded her head. "I'm not going to say anything superficial like, 'I'm sorry for your loss' considering I haven't known him myself."

"That's fine." I responded. "That's really fine."

Page Line (Esmeralda)

The Same Day

So Elden didn't do his job. Either that or he was dead. I'm going to have to look at my records to check.

"Then there's no reason why a good internship should go to waste. How about I study under you?" I saw Dr. Watson's eyes widen comically. "You know, show me what you do?" I phrased it as a question although I knew the answer was already going to be yes. I knew from experience how to tell a person was going to answer a certain question.

"Why?"

"I can't exactly learn anything from a dead man can I? So why not just learn what you do." I saw the beginnings of a smile on his lips.

"I think that can be arranged."

Page Line (Esmeralda)

The Same Day

10:30 PM

I was scrolling through the records from my laptop before I even glanced at the time. 10:31 pm. It blinked at me ominously in the otherwise dark and quiet hotel room.

I've been at the hotel since I left the flat that was once the residence of Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson and was searching for Elden Jacobs, one of my many field operatives. I heard a grumble in my stomach and thought that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to get something to eat form a restaurant.

I closed my laptop and placed it on the charger. I stood up and stretched out my muscles because I had been cramped up in the same position on the bed since I had arrived. I went to the bathroom to refresh my makeup and fix up my hair when I heard a knock on the door.

I walked over and stood on a stool so I could be able to see into the peephole. I saw no one in the hallway and my defenses were immediately on high alert. I unbolted the door and opened it looking both ways when I heard something fall and a gust of air rush past my foot. I looked down and saw a pretty large box, not uncommon for me to get. I grabbed it and went back into my room deciding that food was more important than whatever Sebastian wanted from me was could wait.

I grabbed my bubble coat and my wallet and walked out of my room and subsequently the hotel to go and find something to eat. Deciding that Chinese wasn't such a bad idea, I heard footsteps right behind me. I stopped, the person's stopped. I could tell that it was a man's tread because it was heavier and the person sounded a lot taller than six feet.

I automatically knew who it was.

"Mr. Holmes, you couldn't have just called me." I turned around and came face to face with icy blue green eyes and quirked my brow at him.

"Couldn't take the risk." He was a lot skinnier than my first meeting with him shortly before his "fall".

"I can tell that you haven't been eating lately."

"Too busy." I hummed and gave him another look. Seriously, you'd think that he was the twenty-six year old instead of me. "Fine, I'm worried. What happens if he hates me?"

"I understand when I was trying to teach you more about human emotion, but you are behaving like a teenaged girl with a crush. Dr. Watson won't hate you. Trust me. I only spent an half of an hour with him, and I could tell how much he misses you."

Mr. Holmes seemed content with that information. "Why are you in London?"

"I'm supposed to be studying under you, but you're dead and it can't exactly work out now can it."

I felt his eyes on me and continued to walk down the street.

"I can tell that isn't the real reason!" He shouted at me. I continued my walk knowing that he wouldn't follow me for the sake of being noticed and heard him walk back into the direction of the Safe House.

Of course, he was right. He always is.

I wasn't here to study under him. I was here to fix things up.

Because Moriarty screwed up.

And I have to clear Sherlock Holmes's name.

Page Line

All done with the prologue!

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