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These chapters will be in Valkyrie and John's point of view. It's too hard to write Skulduggery and Sherlock :D
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John shifted painfully in his chair. At first it'd been awkwardly like always when Sherlock and Mycroft started arguing but now he was just bored. They'd started arguing about normal things but now were grumbling about childhood problem. He didn't actually care anymore. He was wondering about the two detectives that would be accompanying them on the case.
He was worrying about Sherlock being himself and annoying the two. It would be a long case for them but for John it'd just be a normal day.
The door opened and two people walked in.
One was a tall man in an impeccably tailored suit. He had green eyes, dirty brown hair and high cheekbones. His skin was slightly waxy though. Maybe he wore sunscreen. The man was really thin as well.
The other detective was a woman. She had dark black hair and dark brown eyes. She wore tight black leather pants and an amazing jacket. She was incredibly good looking, incredibly. He could easily see the muscles beneath her pants.
But other than that he couldn't really tell much about them. John was looking forward to asking Sherlock about the two. He wouldn't mind hearing him work out everything about them.
"Detectives this is my younger brother Sherlock Holmes." Mycroft introduced Sherlock. He stood up and shook the two's hands.
"Consulting detective." Sherlock told them.
"And that means?" Detective Cain asked.
"It means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me." Sherlock told them slightly coldly.
"Interesting, since they then had to call us." Detective Pleasant answered.
"And this is Doctor John Watson." Mycroft quickly moved the conversation on.
"Hello." John smiled brightly and shook the Irish detectives' hands firmly. They didn't say anything insulting to him which was a relief. They all then sat down.
The tension in the air was thick but everyone tried to act as if it was normal. John however was squirming in his seat. They all looked at Mycroft expectantly.
"I don't think I need to explain how secret this matter is." He began.
"Mr Holmes you do understand that me and Detective Cain have pressing cases back in Ireland." Skulduggery interrupted. "We would like to look at the crime scene or dead body before we decide whether or not this is worth our time."
"This is a very secret matter. If you hear the facts now you must stay." Mycroft frowned.
"You asked us here because you know we're the best. We have other matters that need our attention too." Detective Cain added. "We're very flattered of course but we do have other things on our plate."
"And what could those possibly be?" Sherlock asked.
She paused for a minute and then smiled. "My friend has just got engaged."
"So you're willing to leave the world to be destroyed for a wedding?" Mycroft demanded angrily.
"How is this case going to destroy the world?" Detective Pleasant asked. John realized that the two had strange names. He wondered what their first names were.
Mycroft took a deep breath to calm the anger that John knew was raging inside him. "Okay, there has been a murder and a theft."
"Of what and where?" Sherlock asked.
"Who died?" Pleasant asked. The two turned to each other and glared.
"A man named Alexandar Tumiman. He was working in the tower of London when there was a break in. An artifact was stolen." Mycroft explained. "He was just a janitor."
"What artifact was stolen?" Pleasant asked before Sherlock could.
"It was called the clock of the ancients." Mycroft told them. "Have we managed to capture your attention enough for you to stay?" He asked sarcastically.
"Actually you have." Cain smiled brightly. "Can we see photos now?"
He laughed bitterly and got out two pictures. They showed the clock of the ancients. It was a small blue sphere with a circular circlet connected to the outside of it. It looked like some sort of metallic rock. He couldn't tell how big it was because the background was white. But he could still see some sort of beauty in it.
"What was its significance?" John asked.
"I was an artifact that was priceless. America gave it to us to settle their debts but now it's missing. Without it we'll go to war with them. Another war will wipe out the entire world." Mycroft explain the enormity of the situation.
"How did the Americans get the clock?" Pleasant frowned.
"I don't know but we need to get it back and you should be able to do it. If not we go to war." Mycroft then left them after that speech.
"Do you know where your hotel is?" Leon smiled and asked the Irish detectives.
"Umm, yes I believe Skul's got the details." Cain smiled flirtatiously.
"Yes I've got everything. Thank you Leon we'll contact you if we need any information. Do you have a car ready?" Pleasant interrupted.
"Yes it's back out the door you came in. I guess I'll take my leave now." Leon smiled tightly and left the room.
They all fell into an uncomfortable silence.
"So? Where to now?" John asked.
"We should go to," Sherlock began.
"Can we get a coffee, or maybe a hot chocolate?" Cain interrupted.
"Yes, we should. I need to make a few phone calls anyway." Pleasant stood. "Mr Holmes, do you know any good coffee shops?"
"Yes I do. It's called Speedy's Sandwich Bar and Cafe." Sherlock smiled tightly and led the way outside. John walked in step with him and the Irish detectives walked behind them. No one spoke as they got in the car and no one said anything as they took a seat at a table.
Mrs Hudson smiled and went to walk up to the table but John shook his head discretely. She got the message and kept her distance.
"I'll get you your coffee." Pleasant walked to the counter and Sherlock followed him. John was left at the table with Cain.
"So, you got a first name?" He asked awkwardly. She had really pretty dark eyes and a cute hesitant smile.
"Valkyrie and he's Skulduggery Pleasant."
"Valkyrie?" she nodded, "and Skulduggery?"
"I know they're strange names but we're strange people." She told him.
"What kind of cases do you normally work on?" He asked.
"Umm, we have a pretty wide range but I'll summarize it with one word. Psychopaths, people who are crazy and want crazy things." She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and twisted the black ring on her finger.
"How long have you and Skulduggery been partners?" He looked over at Sherlock and Skulduggery. They were discretely looking the other up and down. Both were trying to get the upper hand but Sherlock would definitely shock everyone like always.
"Umm, since I was twelve." She said absently, watching the other detectives too.
"How old are you?" He tried to act casual.
"You do know that it's rude to ask a lady her age." She smirked.
"Of course, sorry." He apologized.
"How old do you think I am?"
"Umm," he had to be really careful now. He might insult her if he chose too high but he wanted to be right. "Twenty five?"
"If that's what you think then I am twenty five." She laughed.
Sherlock and Skulduggery came back to the table. Sherlock passed John his coffee and then sat down drinking his tea. Skulduggery only had one coffee that he gave to Valkyrie and then sat down.
"Are you not thirsty Skulduggery?" John asked.
"I had one on the plane and have phone calls to make." He smiled and took out his phone. He waited for someone to pick up.
"Yes we are in England." He paused. "I do think it's worth our while." Another pause. "Alexandar Tumiman, no, are you sure? He worked in the tower of London."
"You're not allowed to talk about the case." Sherlock muttered, not very worried.
"The clock of the ancients. Okay, call us if you hear anything. Ask China for us." Skulduggery summed up his conversation.
"Send Tanith our love." Valkyrie interrupted.
"We have more pressing matters." Skulduggery hissed. "Valkyrie says we send Tanith our love." He paused. "Of course I'm not sending my love." And he hung up.
"Who was that?" John asked.
"Ghastly." He answered and looked around the café.
Who the hell was Ghastly?
"So how long have you been detectives?" Sherlock asked. Was he making conversation?
"We've been detectives for many many years. We're the best out there." Valkyrie answered.
"Oh really?" John asked, they were about to get such a surprise. "Go on Sherlock."
"You two have known each other for a long time. You either live with each other or spend nights at the other's house on a regular basis. You are not going out but have an incredibly close relationship. You travel around a lot and are used to working for days without sleep. You're not used to working with others and don't appreciate the change in schedule. You Valkyrie have a best friend which is more like a sister than friend and you Skulduggery hate China. For whatever reason I don't know." Sherlock commented. He hardly paused, just rattled on.
John was slightly disappointed though. He'd heard him say much more interesting things but now he was slightly boring.
"Your ring Valkyrie is very interesting piece of your attire." John noticed Valkyrie stiffen as Sherlock continued. "You've had it for many years. It had been yours and when your boyfriend died you kept it. Skulduggery doesn't like the ring, either because he didn't like the man who'd given it to you or he thinks you should move on. Skulduggery is protective towards you but will allow you to fight your own battles and run into whatever dangerous situation he thinks you could get out of. Long story short you have a strong relationship but both have sad or dark backgrounds."
The table fell into silence. Sherlock had shocked yet another person but not like normal. This time he'd looked into someone's relationship. John was almost proud of him.
"He wasn't my boyfriend, just a good friend." Valkyrie muttered. "How did you know all that?"
"Observation Valkyrie, and hearing." Skulduggery answer. "Do you mind explaining?"
"The way you're both so easy around each other means you're around each other a lot. You're not going out because if you were he would have told you that you had a smudge of mascara on your eyelid. If you weren't incredibly close he would have pointed it out as well. You Valkyrie have spoken about Tanith twice already and it was important enough for you to ask about her and such. You Skulduggery hate China, why?" Sherlock began explaining.
"The China I'm talking about is China Sorrows. She is a person I don't like." He stated and flicked an invisible piece of lint off his arm. "Explain how you know about the ring."
"The ring is very comfortable on Valkyrie's finger and even with Ireland's bad weather you have a tan line, indicating that you've worn it for a long time. If he was your boyfriend and you'd left him you'd have gotten rid of it and not have worn it so often. If he had left you you'd have never kept it but to have kept it so long would have indicated some sort of tragic event. Example, him dying. Your relationship with Skulduggery is obvious to anyone with ears or brains or eyes."
Silence.
John smiled and looked at the two detectives. They just stared at Sherlock. No one saying anything. Valkyrie took a sip from her coffee.
"Why did you pick up on my ring and not one of Skulduggery's possessions?" She eventually asked.
"So far it's the only obvious thing I could find. You both are really good at hiding secrets." Sherlock replied.
Skulduggery chuckled. "You don't know the half of it."
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