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Yes… yes she did. Not too short but longer than the last. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Reviews are quite welcome… we don't bite. (shoves apple into Shamer's mouth.)
Cloak and Dagger
Chapter Two
Sherlock pulled at the stiff collar on his dark robe as he trotted through the stone hallways of Oxford University, keeping his head down to avoid any wondering eyes of the students grouped in the hallways. His normally unruly black hair was tamed and slicked back. With the help of makeup he looked a few years junior his age. His eyes and ears picked up on everything. At the whispered name of 'Giovanni' in a group of four students his interests perked. One glance told him, they were all scholarship students, in their last year at the university, two where English majors the taller and pudgy youths in Mathematics. Sherlock shot towards the small group and swiftly integrated himself into their fold.
"Have you seen the test results yet?" A pudgy youth asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"I heard Professor Moriarty wasn't coming back, so what's the point." A tall boy cheered.
"Hasn't stopped the Golden Duo." Another boy sneered.
"At least Giovanni is in the medical program. I couldn't handle the competition." The last boy sighed.
"Giovanni?" Sherlock asked causing all four boys to turn towards him with confused glances. "Italian, long black hair, milky pale complexion, and Female?"
The four boys burst into laughter, Sherlock looked peeved and was ready to leave the buffoons before the pudgy one gasped out at him. "That's Giovanna."
"And Giovanni?' Sherlock questioned.
"Her twin brother, they look exactly alike too. They're famous on the campus; she takes midwifing classes and is the top of her class as her brother is for his medical ones." The tall boy said with a dreamy sigh.
"Except when Chandler is involved." The last one solemnly pointed out, the other three nodded.
"If you're interested in her, I'd find another. Giovanni duels anyone who tries to court his sister and he's never lost." The pudgy one said rubbing his arm.
Sherlock smirked, knowing he must have been one of the potential suitors. He nodded the group off and continued walking down the hall to his destination, now with another piece of information. His theory was beginning to form. The girl they had seen had taken her brother's notebook, now to track him down to get her. Then to find out what Giovanna and the mysterious girl had wanted with a criminal. He stealthily slipped into the Secretary's office, eyes locked on the woman primly sitting at the desk. Her hair was pinned up and dress impeccable, a few stray hairs on her collar confirmed she owned a Himalayan cat. Sherlock sauntered up to the desk and coughed politely into his hand. The woman looked up at him with a slight frown.
"Can I help you?" She asked in a voice that clearly stated she wanted him gone.
Putting on his best eyes of innocence and perfect smile, Sherlock clasped his hands in front of him as he shifted from foot-to-foot. Taking on the appearance of a shy, nervous student intimidated by the older women. "I-I-I was wondering, I-If you could give me Giovanni's address."
She ceased all movement and gave him her full attention; Sherlock's eyes darted around the office, looking nervous but in reality soaking in all the information around him. "Student information is confidential."
Sherlock nodded, still not meeting her eyes but as he pleaded with her he looked at her, his eyes watery. "He was assigned as my partner and he's been gone for a week. I can't fail my classes. I need to know he's completed his half. Please."
The woman's shoulders slumped at his begging as she quickly looked around before getting up and turning to the shelf behind her. Running her finger along the shelf she pulled out a folder and jotted down an address before handing it across to Sherlock who beamed at her as if she was a fallen deity. "Giovanni's a good boy, I'm sure he's taking care of his sister."
Sherlock bowed and rushed out of the office and raced out of the depressing place of study. It felt more like a prison than any cell he'd even been in. Thank god he was out of that establishment. Rules aside, Sherlock burst into his office, making a beeline for Watson's. He was pleased to find the man, unpacking one of the last of his boxes. The good doctor turned as his friend erupted into his area. He turned and raised an eyebrow at Sherlock's appearance but chose not to comment, instead awaited the man in question to tell him.
"Come with me Watson."
"I don't think so." John said monotonely, he just wasn't in the mood for a grand adventure. Although he appreciated his friend's effort to distract him, he would also like the time to lick his wounds.
"John I can't allow you to waste away in a dark room-."
"That's you Holmes."
"As your best friend I must implore you." Sherlock stated passionately.
John rubbed a hand over his face with a deep sigh; it wasn't like he'd even been able to say not to the other man. Hence why he was in this mess. He briefly thought about denying his friend but at the excited look on the shorter man's face his resolve crumbled. He might as well accept his fate and stop resisting. Watson sighed again and reached for his coat, Sherlock had already slipped from his office, leaving a trail of clothing. John followed the trail to a small closet of clothes Sherlock used for his disguise and flopped down onto the nearest chair, noticing leather bound book on the table next to him.
"That book will be our ticket in."
"In where?"
"Giovanni's house." Sherlock exclaimed happily, "You return it and I'll investigate."
"You mean break in." John drawled.
"I won't be taking anything just looking." Sherlock defended as he reappeared clothed in an all black outfit. "Let us be off." He called dramatically.
John followed behind with a loud sigh, pocketing the notebook and wondering once again why he followed this madman.