That's right, me and Gina Frodo H are back. This is the sequel to Of Newspapers and Doughnuts, carrying on from the randomness, madness and this time a hint of evilness from some characters, joint written once again by me and Gina Frodo H.
The story continues when Gina gets a Christmas card from her uncle Jim (Moriarty), which included a lot of glitter and a death threat (as they do.) You may like to re-read the teaser chapter to remind yourself of it, if you haven't read Of Newspapers and Doughnuts at all, this will confuse you all the more!
As before, me and Gina write alternate chapters, the first one is written by me (Naisa) I hope you enjoy! Reviews are awesome! :D
Just a quick thing before we get started – this fic, just like the first one, is a comedy. It was written by two people having some laughs and wanting to share the laughs. It contains no incentive to offend or make fun of sensitive subjects (if we do look at sensitive subjects.) I am sure that no one will get offended, but you never know, so this is just a warning, small print if you will, to make sure that we have made ourselves perfectly clear. We intend to amuse, nothing more.
Well with that rant out the way, I hope you enjoy the chapter, and again, reviews are awsome! :)
Chapter 1 How to Keep a SecretWhen Gina made sure that Sherlock was out of sight and out of earshot, she leapt out of the chair and ran into his bedroom, the calmness of Boxing Day vanishing in a flash.
"Can't let him see this, can't let him see this," Gina murmured to herself over and over again as she searched desperately for a suitable place to hide Moriarty's Christmas card.
She quickly unlocked the safe that was squeezed under Sherlock's bed (she had finally managed to persuade him to put one under there) and just managed to slip the Christmas card inside when she heard Sherlock's footsteps, coming towards the bedroom. Gina tried to remain calm as panic rose up inside her when she heard Sherlock's footsteps; she didn't even have time to wriggle out from under the bed before he entered.
"Gina?"
"Sherlock! Ouch!" Gina tried to get out from under the bed a little too quickly, and ended up whacking her head on it. She finally emerged, rubbing her forehead and smiling painfully up at Sherlock.
"Are you all right?" Sherlock asked quickly.
"Fine!" Sherlock didn't like the way Gina's voice seemed to have gone up a semi-tone; he raised a dark eyebrow.
"What were doing under there?"
"Just you know…" hiding Christmas cards, "looking for something, I need a pen, and it's amazing the odd places where stationary turns up!" Gina told Sherlock brightly.
"You're not hiding anything from me are you?" Sherlock asked, raising his eyebrow again.
"Me? Hiding something? Nooooo." Gina's voice was getting even more high pitched and her 'o's a little too extended. The grin on her face seemed to be stuck there and she couldn't get it off.
Sherlock knew that Gina was lying, it didn't take a consulting detective to work it out, but he had been reading his How To guide on relationships that Watson had given him. One of the first things it said was to never pester a woman and to always obey what a woman said (it was then that Sherlock had a feeling the book was slightly biased.) But Sherlock believed that in most situations, including this one, that it was probably true, so he decided not to pester Gina any more.
"Well I'm just going out," Sherlock told her after an awkward silence, "we're out milk."
"Milk, yes, right we're probably going to need milk for cereal and for drinking and stuff…" Gina stopped talking when she realised she was waffling. Sherlock now felt even more confused, but once again he decided not to ask Gina while she was acting so strangely. Instead he just gave her a confused look and left the room.
As soon as Sherlock had left the room, Gina made sure the safe was locked and waited for as long as possible until she was certain that Sherlock was out of the house, then left the bedroom and went into the living room.
When Gina entered the living room she found that Naisa had disappeared from her sleeping position on the sofa, but Watson was awake, and currently making a sculpture out of the diet coke bottles Bella had left behind.
"Wow," Watson said, peering up from his sculpture, "He's gone to get some milk, you must have trained him well."
Gina gave a small smile "And you're making a sculpture out of empty diet coke bottles, you must be bored!"
Watson laughed at this, but then the two of them fell in to silence. Watson went back to his sculpture while Gina stood around feeling awkward. After a few moments, she spoke again.
"Joooohn,"
"Gina," Watson said slowly, not liking the way she had elongated his name, it probably meant she wanted something.
"Have you ever kept a secret?"
Watson leaned back in his chair, thinking. "I think everyone's at least kept one secret from someone once in their lives."
"Have you ever kept a secret from Sherlock?"
"Sherlock?" Watson couldn't help but laugh, "no, no one can keep a secret from Sherlock, it's not possible."
"I thought as much," Gina murmured, more to herself that to Watson. Watson looked up at her, she definitely didn't seem like herself.
"Is there anything wrong Gina?"
As soon as he said this, the bright smile was back. "Something wrong with me? No! There's never anything wrong with me," she told him brightly.
Watson nodded, but said nothing, if she was going to try and hide something from a consulting detective, she was going to have to try harder than that.
There was another awkward silence.
"Are you sure you're all right Gina?" Watson said eventually.
"Why does everyone keep on asking me that?" Gina thought aloud, "I said I'm fine. Perhaps I just need a bit of fresh air. I'll be back in minute, good luck with the sculpture….it's a dog, right?"
"For the final time, it's a horse!" Watson said with an exasperated look on his face, but Gina had already left the house.
Finally outside in the fresh air, Gina didn't feel any better. She didn't like keeping secrets and she had to admit that she was worried about Moriarty's message. There was a surprisingly big difference between over protective parents and a crazy Uncle Jim. Gina breathed in the cold air, and tried to think clearly.
That sculpture looked nothing like a horse.
No! She had to think clearly about what she was going to do about Moriarty's message. Sherlock couldn't find out about it, she wouldn't allow it. But she was hiding the letter in his room and it wouldn't be long before he finally worked out the code on the safe. What if he read it? Of course he would read it, Sherlock didn't understand what the word 'privacy' meant, so she needed something to keep him away from the safe.
Perhaps there was someone…or something, that could help her.
Smiling to herself with new reassurance, Gina wandered down the street, Sherlock was trying to buy milk (bless him) so she had plenty of time to find what she wanted.