A story written when two fangirls see a movie together! By Faith Robin and BrowneyedShammer!
Hey it's Shammer! Yeah I had so00o much fun writing this, Faith is a bit more experienced with Sherlock stories but as this is my first so please be kind! If you don't like, don't read I have no problems deleting idiotic comments. GTFO if you feel that way! I'm generally nice except to morons! Expect to get eaten! Muahahahahhahahahahhah XD All hail ur new Dictator!
Hi I'm Faith Robin, Shamer and I coauthored this after seeing the 2nd SH movie, and we LOVED IT SO MUCH we had to write this. I have some other novel SH stuff if there are some people that are interested, look me up in the search engine provided by fanfiction.
Ps... for those of you that don't know this is reposted under a new name!Hope that's too terribly inconveintent!
Cloak and Dagger
Chapter One
"Cheer up old boy, we're in Brighton!" Sherlock Holmes excitedly exclaimed as the train left the station leaving the two men on an empty station with their bags at their feet.
Doctor Watson smoothed over his mustache as he deeply breathed in his nose, trying to calm his nerves. "Why are we here?"
Sherlock Holmes looked distresses for a moment, twirling on spot as if he was looking for an audience. "I promised you a peaceful trip to Brighton and here we are."
Watson shoved his left hand in his pocket and slowly shook his head. "The idea was that I was supposed to go to Brighton with my wifefor our honeymoon." He said between clenched teeth.
"Am I not good enough for you?" Holmes gasped in mock horror.
John Watson growled in frustration gripping his cane tightly. "Are you trying to make me attack you?"
"If it relieves you of you self-pity." Holmes said with a cheeky grin, turning to his friend with his arms open wide.
"Relieves me of my self-pity. Holmes!" John cried out, stabbing his cane at the others chest.
Sherlock looked unimpressed as he pushed the cane down and tightened his coat around his body as a chilly September breeze flew past the two men. "I only mean the best Watson." Sherlock replied his voice low.
"The best would be if Mary-."
"But she's not." Sherlock interrupted, his voice rising higher than his friends.
John's shoulders deflated as he took in his friends words, the shorter man walked up to him and clasped his shoulder. "We're here to relax and sightsee like every other citizen of England, blending in with the normal and boringness of everyday people."
John cracked a brief smile. "And this isn't for some case?"
Sherlock clutched his heart, his eyes innocently wide. "I swear my full intent was to enjoy a holiday with you. Lestrade begged me to say but I had to turn him down, you my friend are far more important that some case."
John chuckled and nodded. "Alright then, lead the way." He said as he took the handle of one of his suitcases. Holmes beamed at his friend before dashing off into the station to secure them a trolley.
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Giovanni looked over at her friend as they languidly walked down the busy main street of Brighton, walking with her arm linked with her best friend, Beth-Anne, who stopped in front of a store to admire the jewelry on display through the glass window, before continuing on their stroll. A slight wind blew past the two girls, ruffling their dresses and tilting their hats. Giovanni dropped Beth-Anne's arm and reached up to tuck a stray coal black curl back in place. Beth-Anne's own brown hair was barely ruffled and looked just as perfect as when she had styled it.
"I'd kill for your hair." Giovanni moaned in envy.
Beth-Anne chuckled and with a gloved hand patted her hair. "Hopefully not me."
Giovanni nodded as she once again linked arms with the other girl. "No, I need you around."
Beth-Anne nodded seriously. "You wouldn't last a single day."
"Have more confidence in me." Giovanni cried.
"You are absolutely right, I should be more realistic. You'd last until tea time and then get lost and kidnapped."
Giovanni's cheeks puffed as she looked away from her friend, who led her into a quaint bakery at the end of the street. Beth-Anne's eyes darted around the near empty shop as she pulled her friend to the counter, tugging on the other girls arm when the Italian started to wonder towards the pastries. In the corner by the window two men sat in silence, each reading from the newspaper, empty plates and cups in front of them. At the counter a boy in an apron covered with flour smiled at the girls.
"What can I get ya?"
Giovanni's eyes raked over the baked goods, her brown eyes hungry. "Oh lets have-."
"One cinnamon scone and a glazed sweet bread." Beth-Anne said.
"I can order for myself." Giovanni pointed out, as the boy turned away from the girl and retrieve their order.
"Yes I am fully aware but you would have taken too long and I already knew what you wanted." Beth-Anne replied as she took the scone, leaving two shillings on the counter and walked off to the other table by the window.
Giovanni bit back her reply as she took her sweet bread and sat across from her friend. The shop boy disappeared into the back of the bakery, leaving the four occupants in the quiet room. The sound of the noise street faintly permeating through the glass windows. Giovanni thoughtfully chewed on her sweet bread humming lightly under her breath. Across from her Beth-Anne had taken a letter from inside of her pocket and was carefully reading over the contents. At the other table the taller of the two men lay down his paper to look over at the other.
"You didn't do anything to Gladstone before we left did you?"
Giovanni's eyes widened at the name and she lightly kicked her friend under the table. Beth-Anne didn't look up from her letter, still pretending to read it but her head tilted ever so slightly.
"Watson I promise you, he is safe at home with Ms. Hudson." The other man replied. His answer seemed to satisfy the other because he picked his newspaper back up and started reading. The shorter man chewed on his pipe as he read.
Giovanni couldn't suppress the happy grin on her face and luckily had her sweet bread to cover her smile, across from her Beth-Anne beamed down at her letter before delicately breaking off a part of her scone and popping it into her mouth. The four occupants sat in silence, occasionally broken by friendly pleasantries. Finally the two men stood up and walked out of the bakery, watched carefully by two sets of female eyes. Once the men had walk a little distance the girls sprang up and rushed out into the streets, linking arms once more and following behind the men at a safe distance. Beth-Anne tugged her companion along. They followed the two men for a couple of blocks before they disappeared. Giovanni bit her lip as Beth-Anne dashed into an alley way looking around frantically for the two men. It was empty except for grime on the street and stacked crates.
"We lost them." Beth-Anne cursed.
"Why where you following us?" A deep voice said as the sorter of the two appeared next to Beth-Anne, the taller one with the mustache walking from behind a stack of crates. Sherlock circled the girls, eyes ranking over each girl, assessing them critically.
"You have Gladstone, we want him." Beth-Anne spoke up as Giovanni tried to shush her friend.
The shorter one paused before his face lit up. "Ah Gladstone, the infamous jewel thief."
Beth-Anne pouted as she stomped her foot. "You're obviously are hiding him. Turn him over to us and we won't call the bobby."
Sherlock swooped in to Beth-Anne getting closer then was necessary. "What does a pretty little girl want with a hardened criminal?"
Giovanni snorted, getting a bemused look from John. "He's hardly a hardened criminal, just a street urchin with sticky fingers."
Beth-Anne didn't lean away from Sherlock as he had predicted but instead jerked her finger into his face, waving it around with an air of superiority. "If your hiding him, you'd best turn him in. it's for his own good."
Sherlock sighed dramatically and let his shoulders slump as he held up his hands. "Oh you win. We were just trying to help him. Poor lad."
Giovanni and John looked confused as Beth-Anne smiled widely. "Good man, take us to him."
Sherlock spun on his heel and briskly walked back to the main street, Beth-Anne tugging Giovanni along with Watson bringing up the rear. The four walked in silence, nodding at other pedestrians as they journeyed along. The girls following Sherlock up and into their rented apartment, John wearily watching his friend. In the apartment Beth-Anne's eyes quickly scanned the rented room. Her sharp gray eyes picking up on the suitcases, shoes by the door and the barely used kitchenette. She tensed up and gripped her Italian friends arm in warning as John came around the two to face them, standing next to his friend.
"You don't have Gladstone." She stated, Giovanni gasped and clutched at her chest, her hand gripping the feathered pin on her breast.
"We have a Gladstone just not the man you're looking for. Which brings me to my point why are two pretty young girls looking for a criminal?" Sherlock asked as he started to pace. "You even followed tow strange men into their apartment. Is he a lover, does he own you two something?"
"I hope you're prepared for disappointment." Beth-Anne said as she jerked her head in John's direction.
Giovanni nodded and whipped her hand out throwing her feathered pin at the doctor's neck. The man slumped forward, as Sherlock turned to look at his friend with worry. . Beth-Anne threw a smoke bomb in the room. Then she ripped the door open as the pinkish smoke engulfed them in the room and pulled her friend down the stairs. The two were out the front door and dashing away into the dusk before Sherlock could even consider following them. He turned back to his friend, quickly checking for a pulse. He let out a relived breath when he felt the steady thumping of the taller man's heartbeat as the smoke began to settle.
Sherlock pulled the tiny dark out of Watson's neck and carefully licked the tip. His face scrunched at the taste. "It's a concentrated mixture of chamomile and lavender, a mild sedative only meant for a quick distraction."
"They drugged me?" John tried to say angrily but it came out as more of a yawn.
"The bomb… a simple trick with baking soda and colored vinegar," Sherlock muttered to himself.
John looked up at Sherlock his eyes dull. "I didn't ask you."
"Just thought you should know old boy, you should always continue learning." Sherlock said seriously as John snorted.
Sherlock looked out the door his eyes narrowing in on the last step, spying a small leather bound book laying in the corner half covered in the shadows. He cried out triumphantly and dashed to snatch the book from the ground, hurriedly flipping through the pages. With each turned page his face lit up. He turned on his heels to stare up at John who was tiredly leaning against the doorway; Sherlock held the book up and dashed up the stairs.
"We have them old boy."
"Have who?" John asked wearily.
"Giovanni."
"How did you-, it was in the book." He stopped himself short.
Sherlock nodded proudly. "She wrote her name in the back, but the intriguing mystery is her notes." Sherlock showed John a page before flipping to the next. "Taking midwifing classes the same day she attends medical classes. She either copies another student's notes or is a master of disguise or she shares a notebook with her brother."
John sighed tiredly, rubbing his face languidly. "Why do I have a feeling that you're going to drag us back to London?"
Sherlock beamed up at his taller friend, his eyes slightly manic. "The game is afoot!" He exclaimed as he rushed past his friend and into their rented apartment. He stopped and turned sharply on his heels, dramatically twirling his pointer finger in the air. "I promised you a distraction and By George It found us."
