The doctor, the detective and the hacker.
Chapter 1 - Of doctor's and tea
John Watson woke up at 6am, as he did everyday to do the same reptertive things over and over again sometimes he didn't even notice the day changing. Everyday he got up put the kettle on, got dressed, brusshed his teeth, made tea, drunk the tea and then left for work at nine. then at Five pm he would come home order take-out and go to bed. It had been the same ever since his best-friends death. But today was to be different because John Watson was to meet the woman who would un-break his heart, a woman who was sat on a sofa, A sofa that happened to be in his lounge in his mid-london flat, with two cups of hot fresh tea infront of her.
"Hello, Doctor Watson" the young woman held up one of the mug's for him to take whilest sipping the other "Tea?"
"H-how did you get in here?" John stutterd taking the mug - no matter how insane the situation he wouldn't let it be seen that John Watson was inpolite,
"Wee-el the woman who lives above you is new here and all it took was a 'tiny' lie that I was her new neighbor and three minuitets of lock picking - it's pretty easy really" She explained in a tone to close to a certain dead man's
John watched her as she stood up and moved into the early morning sun-light john could see that she had thick curly dark brown hair that fell loosely around her sholder's, pale gray eye's that serched him from behind her red rimmed glasses and despite the obvious age difference (of about ten years) she was still a little taller than him (every one was), "Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my flat?"
"Why?, well Doctor Watson I'm here because of Mr Holmes, Mr "Sherlock" Holmes I'm here because there have been to many lies and not enough truths."
"Lies? what LIES?, he's Dead SHERLOCK-HOLMES-IS-DEAD he jumped off the hospital I saw HIM DIE!" John spat the words as he was about to loose his temper at this clearly insane woman. She walked up to the small window that faced out to the dingy mid-london street barely lit by a few run down street lamps and the odd bay-window, she was still compleatly carm despite John's shouting that was directed souly a her "And as for my name, I could tell you- but then you would never listen to me again, not that your listning now anyway." a small laugh escaped her lips
"WHAT. IS. YOUR. NAME!" John had lost it, he was full-blown screming at her Who the hell was this woman why was he so relaxed about her breaking in to his flat and being so bloody cryptic?,sherlock thats why sherlock jumping-of-a-fucking-roof-top holmes, he thourght he'd left this behind him. In anger he through the mug at the dark-haired woman she elegantly and with little effort dodged it, making it smash against the plain white walls splattering still steaming tea that trickled down it in to a murky gray-brown puddle on the perfectly beige carpet,
she turned towards John "Moriarty." It was whispered so John moved closer "Analiese Moriarty" a little louder this time John looked like he had just been slapped round the face - Hard "My name Doctor Watson is Analiese Moriarty, And you Need to come with me because you know deep down you know that even 6ft won't stop Sherlock Holmes, his ego is just too damn big" another small laugh escaped into the tence air
"Ok then, where exactly are you taking me to because i'm pretty sure that even if sherlock survived that fall that the infaumous moriarty can't survive a bullet to the head and i'm not going to walk into any trap?" as a now sarcasticly calm John asked picking up the broken pieces of mug from the floor,
The woman who John now knew as Analiese Moriarty turned her head back too the window "Look. even if you don't trust me at least that-" she nodded towards the road John looked past her onto the street as a sleek black car, that praticly screamed Mycroft Holmes rolled up to the door of his flat "-will prove that you can", at almost the same time Anliese's phone beeped. and she took it out clicking the buttons
MESSAGE-
Time to go
- MH
"and there's my cue, Come on Doctor Watson, time to meet a dead man." She almost seemed exsited, she wallked back to the sofa and picked up her gloves and scarf pulling them on and taking long, sweeping stride's towards the door "Well come on then the car won't wait forever.", John picked up his coat and ran after Analiese, loving the renewed adventure, only spareing a second to say a last goodbye to his flat.
AN- Hello there :D,