a/n: first off: working title, it may change.
second, this is my first AU, first Mormor oh and my first Sherlock fic all in one go. It's also my first fic based entirely around a ship. Basically this fic is a lot of firsts for me and I really hope you all like it.
He came in every Saturday morning at opening time, 9am. A few times I caught him waiting for me, watching me from a safe distance while I unlocked. He ordered a black coffee and a plain muffin. He sat at a table right at the back and stayed there until 1. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, fascinated. He was well dressed, Italian suit and gorgeous black leather gloves that glided off his hands while he ordered. He tipped well.
One morning he was late. 10am had passed and there was no sign of him. I turned to my co-worker, a short, wide elderly woman by the name of Janet.
"Do you think he's ill?" I asked. She looked at me.
"Who, the suit? You worry too much Jimmy."
I turned back to the present customers, mentally wishing Janet to scald herself. I detested being called that.
After a mundane day of serving the public, we closed. Janet claimed her arthritis was acting up and I was made to clean up on my own. It was 10pm before I left.
I took alleys home; I enjoyed the depraved feeling they had, the lingering aura of murder and crime. I was almost home when I heard a noise coming from a nearby pile of bin bags. I moved closer to it, intrigued by the prospect of a corpse or, even better, someone dying. I moved a bag with my foot, revealing the leg of the body. Excited I began to move more of the bags until the body was completely uncovered.
It was him.
Italian suit ripped, gloves missing, his face marred with blood and dirt. I filled with rage at the thought of him being dumped, discarded like the used condom that lay over his shoe. He deserved better. I reached towards him, wondering how long he had been here.
"You need help." I said as I supported him. He was groggy, but not unconscious.
"No hospital." He resisted my movements, blood spitting as he spoke.
"I said help." I replied as I began to walk. He allowed me to guide him the short distance to my home.