Hello! And welcome to my first Sherlock story on this site. I've had this idea rattling inside my head for some time and I just had to write it! Nw this is my first Fanfic, so creative criticism is welcomed.
So onwards to the story!
DISCLAIMER: Sherlock(The character and the show) belongs to BBC
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"Any fool can know. The point is to understand."
Albert Einstein
Fifteen minutes with thirty eight seconds. That's the amount of time I have been waiting for in this bloody line to get some hot chocolate. Doesn't help that the only people surrounding me are businessmen talking in their phones, with the occasional intern running around and getting coffee for their bosses. So noisy. So annoying. So boring.
"What can I get for you ma'am?" About time.
The blonde cashier smiled brightly at me, shifting her attention on me after finishing with the secretary with too much jewelry on. Her composure was upright and confident, obviously a new employee, a college student considering the purple under her eyes and the callous in her left hand on the middle finger. Besides the cash register laid a biology book which she was eyeing every now and then, she has a test. Tsk, tsk, shouldn't have been meddling at that party last night.
"White Chocolate Mocha, and while you are at it, you misspelled Cappuccino in the sign at the front and its putting me off, correct it." I replied tightly while looking at my phone and going through my email. The cashiers smile fell from her face she just stood there befuddled. An exasperated sigh escaped my lips, when in twenty seconds she was still standing there, gaping like a fish out of water. "Chop, chop; Unlike you I have important things to do" at this she nodded and scurried off to make my beverage.
I went through my pockets and took out the exact change the mocha costed. In the corner of my eye I noticed the secretary eyeing me in disbelieve, bloody people always sticking their nose in other people's business. "If I throw a stick would you leave?" I snapped at her, she gaped and rapidly made her way out of the shop while the man behind me shifted his weight on his left leg nervously,I eyed him warily and turned back at the cashier who was standing there stunned at my rudeness. She seemed to snapped out of her trance and rapidly put on a big fake smile.
"Here's your order ma'am, that'll be-" I slapped the money on the countertop and headed to a secluded table ignoring the seething glare the ignorant college student sent me after I had turned away.I passed various tables with a variety of people chatting about until I reached the perfect table. It a dainty table shoved unto a corner with a big window which shows cars driving and people walking by. It's absolutely perfect.I sat down and took out my laptop turning it on. I sipped on my mocha and quickly typed in my password.
Finally some peace.
'Leading up to the rebellion, there were significant economic problems, particularly acute in the period from 1827 to 1832; the years were marked by harvest failures, food shortages, and increases in the cost of living, creating discontent throughout the , the spring of 1832 saw Paris ravaged by a Europe-wide outbreak-'
I quickly typed the events of the June Rebellion for the new World History book that needed correction due to the mistakes of various authors that don't check their writing. Some people, right?
I stopped for a minute taking in my almost finished book. It was satisfying to know that people who actually care about history would be getting the right information. Because I would obviously get all the facts right, unlike other people.I was about to continue with my work until something caught my peripheral vision.
Two men, one shorter than the other, ran out of a building as fast as their legs could carry them. The shorter one calling before the other one obviously in distressed while the other man ignored him completely and kept running taking long strides. I blinked, that was not something you see everyday. My eyes unglued themselves from the window and my fingers hit the keyword ready to get back to work.
"Excuse me miss?" A voice rang above me, I unglued my eyes from my laptop to see one of the workers at the coffee shop, standing there with a broom.
"Yes?"
"The shop is about to close, so uh-" I quickly sprang from my seat,startling the bloke. How much time did I stay here? I shook my head. Doesn't matter, better get out of here before it gets too late. As fast as I could, I packed my bags and headed to the London streets.
The air was chilly which made me tight my cream colored coat and red scarf. I hastily tried to hail a cab, but they seem to ignore me. Fine I'll just walk then.
The walk from the Coffee Shop was a peaceful one. It was when I got to my flat that everything went downhill.
Police cars littered around the whole building, coppers going in and out. What in the world? Why is the Yard doing here?
My feet stopped behind the yellow tape. What do I do know? I looked around until I saw my landlord, a relieved sigh escaped my lips. At least he's okay.
"Mr. Lerwick!" I yelled for him while waving my arms trying to get his attention.
"Gwendolyn, there you are! " The seventy-four year old veteran from the war turned towards me,a horrified expression on his face.
"Mr. Lerwick, what the bloody hell has happened here?" My voice went a pitch higher as I stared at whatever was going around here.
"Gwen, the police are looking for you-" My head jerked back. What?
"What-"
"Miss Harper-"A voice sounded on my right. A man with snowy hair and smartly dressed came up to us a badge in hand.
"DI Lestrade I-"
"What the hell happened?" I sharply cut him. Whatever happened here must have scared Mr. Lerwick seeing as he looked ready to faint. And if something scared Mr. Lerwick, it means shit hit the fan.
"There's a body Gwen-" My muscles tensed, my eyes widened. A body..? The frightened look on his face remained as he nervously wrung his hands.
"The body was found in your flat Miss-" My mouth opened, closed and opened several times before the intensity of the situation hit me. There's a body, a dead body, in my flat. My face went slack, my body stopped moving and color drained from my face as I stare wide-eyed at the DI.
After a minute of me trying to comprehend what I have just been informed of, I sighed and nodded towards them. As I pinched the bridge of my nose I asked: "How did that happen?"
"We aren't sure," I scoffed, of course they weren't"But we are getting to that. In the mean time..we will have to arrest you"
Well this day went to hell.
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