Chapter 2 – I know.
John and Sophie both arrived to 221b Baker Street. They walked inside and up the stairs; they went into Sherlock's room.
"Did you have to bring her along?" Sherlock said startling the two from behind. Sophie glanced round to see him towering over her.
"Yes, nice to see you again too." She said sarcastically. Sherlock grinned at her also sarcastically; John clicked his tongue in frustration, as he watched the pair in turmoil.
"You two, please will you just get along?" John said, trying to change the atmosphere between the two. Sherlock grabbed a newspaper from the table and wandered further into the room.
"Why does he hate me so much?" Sophie whispered towards John. Before John could answer, Sherlock did.
"Hate is a strong word, I prefer dislike." he mentioned. Sophie looked away and walked over to the window; she glanced outside.
"Okay, so why did you call us back?" John changed the subject. Sherlock pulled out another picture out from his pocket; John took it from his hand and looked at it.
"Bank Statements?" John questioned, he handed the picture back to Sherlock who threw it onto the table.
"Did you bring the transactions?" Sherlock asked John. Sophie then stepped forward with the statements in her hands; Sherlock snatched them from her and started to look through them.
"What are we looking for?" John asked. Sherlock shrugged his shoulders.
"I was thinking maybe the latest transaction she made, which I know. A pram, so I'm guessing she," Sophie mentioned, but they were interrupted.
Suddenly, Mrs Hudson walks in with a tray of tea and coffee. Sherlock watched her as she walked inside placing the tray down; she turned her gaze at Sophie, their new guest.
"I hope he's not giving you too much trouble, he can be a bit stubborn sometimes." Mrs Hudson started talking, Sophie smiled politely and nodded.
"I know." Sophie said.
"He is such an emotionless guy, a girl like you would do him some good." Mrs Hudson mentioned. John let out a little snigger.
"Mrs Hudson, please leave." Sherlock said pointing towards the door, she gave a quick grin to Sophie and trotted out of the door.
John carried on sniggering and Sherlock shot him a look, he then glanced over to Sophie whose cheeks were a little rosy.
"Sophie may be your type." John mentioned. Sherlock frowned.
"She's too thin for me." Sherlock as he turned his attention back to the statements, Sophie stepped forward towards Sherlock.
"Have you looked at yourself? You look like you don't even eat." Sophie fought.
Sherlock stood up onto his feet and puffed out his chest facing Sophie.
"Is that an insult?" Sherlock defended.
"And what if it was?"
"Then you can leave."
"Fine, I will." Sophie said as she turned towards the door. John started to panic as both faced opposite directions.
"No, you can't leave." John said trying to convince her to stay.
"I can do this by myself." Sophie stated.
"No, you can't," Sherlock called out to her.
"Yes, I can."
Sophie then left slamming the door behind her.
"Why did you do that for? She knows where to go." John reminded.
Sherlock looked at John remembering what Sophie was saying before they were interrupted. John and Sherlock both rushed out of the door after Sophie; but she was already gone. The pair both dragged their feet back into the room and slouched onto the leather brown sofa next to each other; John turned his face to Sherlock.
"What do we do now?" John asked.
Sherlock sat there in silence as he was in deep thought; he then gave John a reassuring look.
"I know where to go." Sherlock finally said.
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John and Sherlock found themselves standing outside a store. John glanced up to see it was Argos; he turned his head towards Sherlock.
"Argos?" John asked confused.
"She mentioned a pram; Argos was the first thing that came to mind." Sherlock mentioned.
John rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
Sophie suddenly strolled out of the store, she saw the two guys standing there and walked in the opposite direction; John nodded to Sherlock who then raced after her.
"Sophie, wait." he called. Sophie carried on walking but he finally managed to stop her, she then looked up to him and he took a deep breathe.
"Look, I wanted to say, I know how immature you have been," Sherlock started. Sophie's eyes widened and then walked away; Sherlock chased her again, he grabbed her arm.
"I'm on to you." Sherlock suddenly warned her. She then looked him in the eye and saw he was serious; she pulled her arm away from his tight grip.
"Is that supposed to be a threat?"
"No. it's a warning."
Sophie let out a small giggle.
"Oh, the amazing Sherlock Holmes; knows something." Sophie started.
"So there is something to know?" Sherlock glanced at her in the eyes; she tried to avoid eye contact.
"I didn't say that." She tried to convince him.
"Technically you did, you said it clearly - telling me I know something, which there is something to know; is it Moriarty?" Sherlock said, turning the tables on her. He watched her face scanning her expressions.
She took a slow step backwards, not saying a word; he then stepped forward pinning her to the wall - giving her nowhere else to go.
"What is your real name?" Sherlock whispered, his breath brushed across her face.
"S-Sophie Andrews." She stuttered slightly, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, startling her.
"What's going on?" John called as he rushed over to the two. Sherlock moved away from Sophie quickly and she sighed with relief.
Sherlock suddenly flashed a picture that was originally hidden in Sophie's pocket, she saw the photo and quickly checked her pockets; she then frowned realising that he took it.
"She is staying beside me from now on." Sherlock said glancing down at the picture.
"So?" John waited.
"It's a caravan." Sherlock mentioned.
John and Sherlock then both looked over at Sophie, waiting for her to say something; she let out a heavy sigh.
"Seasick, Clacton holiday resort," She said, closing her eyes.
"Brilliant, a nice long trip so we can get to know each other a bit more," Sherlock grinned, he glanced down at Sophie who stood beside him.
"Are you sure you don't fancy her, Sherlock?" John chuckled at his own joke. He then looked up to see Sherlock wasn't very amused; so he stopped chuckling.