It was morning as Sherlock sat at the desk, looking through his E-mails. John was rushing around the flat in a panic as he'd slept in.
"Sherlock, have you seen my wallet, it has my ID badge inside, shit, and my shoes!" yelled John. "Calm down, shoes are by the door, and your wallet is in your jacket pocket, the left one." said Sherlock, not looking up.
John stared to go to the door,seeing his shoes to put them on. He checked his jacket to smile as he pulls out his wallet. "Thanks, what would I do without you?" asked John. "Be a wreck when your late, other than that I'm sure you'd be fine." said Sherlock.
John walks over to wrap his arms around the detective's neck, kissing his neck. "Nope, I'd be lost without you, just as you'd be lost without your blogger." said John. Sherlock looks at him to smile, kissing him gently.
"John, you now have twenty-three minutes to get to work on time." said Sherlock. "Shit, damn you for distracting me." laughed John. Sherlock grabs him one more time for a kiss before watching him run off.
With him gone, Sherlock checks his watch, it was seven forty, he should leave now to get to his meeting with Harry on time. He grabs his coat and scarf and is out the door. He decides to walk there as he has time, besides, he deduces that Harry will be there early.
By the time Sherlock reaches the cafe, it's eight fifteen. He goes in and looks around in the small cafe to have his eyes land on a girl with short dirty blonde hair and the same eyes as John's.
She was in a clean white blouse and jeans. Sherlock walks over to smile at her. "Are you Harriet Watson?" he asked. "Yes I am, now please leave, I'm waiting for my brother." said Harry. Sherlock nods to sit down.
"Actual, I'm the one who sent that text, I'm Sherlock Holmes, John's boyfriend." said Sherlock. Harry looked shocked to then get angry. "You texted me, ugh, why would you do that for, I know you are his boyfriend, but still, why?!" demanded Harry in anger.
"Our first year anniversary is coming up and I need your help." said Sherlock. At that, Harry calms down to sigh. "Alright, but next time, don't pretend to be my brother, okay?" asked Harry. "Promise, and I do apologize for the trick." said Sherlock. Harry accepts the apology and they order.
"So, what do you need my help with?" asked Harry. "Your Grandfather's pocket watch, I want to find it and give it to John for our anniversary, but I need to talk to your Grandmother." said Sherlock. "Oh I see, John was really crushed when it was sold, I now see why you need my help, not only to see our Grandmum but to also keep it a secret." said Harry.
"Exactly, I hope you can help me." said Sherlock. "For John, anything, especially since what you're doing is by far the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for my brother, you must really love him." said Harry. "I do, he's very special to me, which is why I need something that expresses how much he is." said Sherlock. Harry laughed lightly at that as their food soon arrives.
"So, why do you need our Grandmum anyway, how can she help?" asked Harry. "I'm hoping she remembers who she sold the watch to, seeing as none of the shops nearby had it, it's only simple that she sold it to a person, not a shop." said Sherlock.
The woman nodded as he bit into a piece of toast. "I see, makes sense, and our Grandmum has always had an excellent memory, even in her old age, she'll definitely remember who it was." said Harry. Sherlock nodded to sip his tea as his boyfriend's sister finished her meal.
He paid the bill and the two left the cafe. "Wow, you don't really eat, do you?" asked Harry. "Not when I'm working, slows down the thinking process...don't tell John." said Sherlock. Harry laughed as he hailed a cab.
"My brother is forcing you to eat?" asked Harry. "Yes, he's taking his doctor duties too seriously, especially when that doctor happens to live with you and share the same bed." said Sherlock. "Hey, he loves you and wants you to be healthy, nothing wrong with that." said Harry.
They got in the cab as the detective sighed. "Yes, annoying but true." said Sherlock. Harry gave an address to the cabbie and they drove off.
"So where exactly is she?" asked Sherlock. "Grandmum lived alone, so she moved into a nursing home to make new friends, it bores her actually, but she says its better than being alone." said Harry. So the two went silent as the cab took them to the nursing home.
It was a short way out of London but the place was huge with a nice looking garden. "This is it, Grandmum should be in her room, if not, then by the pool." said Harry. They walk in and after a short chat with the young man at the desk (who Sherlock deduced was actually a female) went up to the rooms.
"Did you HAVE to say that?!" demanded Harry. "I apologize, I hadn't meant to say all that out loud." said Sherlock. "Jesus, how does John do this?" asked Harry. "He usually lets me know not to deduce people, apparently I get this look when I'm about to do it." said Sherlock.
Harry shook her head as they came to the room and went inside. The room was small and plain white with a large double bed covered by a baby blue comforter and a white couch with a small TV. In a wheelchair was an elderly woman with long light sunny blonde hair in a loose pony tail, she was wearing a pretty green sundress.
"Grandmum." said Harry. The woman looked over to smile. "Harriet, so good to see you." beamed the elderly woman. Harry ran over a bit to hug the old woman.
"Grandmum, what happened?" she asked. "I missed a step and broke my right leg, my left just getting fractured, I'll be fine, just gotta sit in this thing for a few more weeks." said the woman. Harry smiled and patted her hand when the old woman looked up.
"Who is this, your boyfriend, what about Clara?" she asked. "What, oh no, I'm still working things out with Clara, this is Sherlock Holmes, he's John's boyfriend." said Harry. Sherlock nods at her for a sad look to come to the old woman's face.
"John, oh my sweet grandson, I miss him, oh right, Sherlock, you can call me Louise." said the woman. "It's a pleasure Louise, I'm here to ask you about that old pocket watch of your late husbands." said Sherlock. "Oh yes, Jeff's pocket watch, he adored old things, probably why he held onto me so long." chuckled Louise. Harry smiled a bit as Sherlock sat on the couch by her.
"What about it?" asked Louise. "Me and John's one year anniversary is coming up and I want to give him the pocket watch, but I need you to help me find it." said Sherlock. "All he needs is the name of the person you sold it to." said Harry.
Louise nodded as she laid back. "If I recall, it was two weeks after Jeff died, I was so miserable about his passing and a few days before I got the bill for the mortgage, I couldn't afford it." sighed Louise. "So, you decided to sell the pocket watch?" asked Sherlock.
"Oh no, I was in the park and had it out, I couldn't figure out how to open it, while trying to open it, a young man saw me and asked about it, he was very interested in it." said Louise. "Grandmum, we need his name." said Harry.
"Of course, he said his name was Dylan...oh yes, Dylan Southridge, he was from a higher part of London, the richer part, he bought the watch, though it was difficult as it was Jeff's, but in the end, I truly needed the money, oh how I've come to regret it all." sighed Louise.
She started crying, startling Sherlock as Harry comforted her. "What was the point of paying the mortgage if I lost my grandson, I haven't seen John since we read Jeff's will." sobbed Louise. "You were in a difficult spot, you had no idea what would have happened, you were just doing what comes normal, once I find the watch and return it to john, perhaps he'll understand." said Sherlock.
Louise nodded as Harry looked at him, smiling. "Good?" asked Sherlock. "Very good." said Harry softly. The two stayed for a few more hours before leaving the home.
Course the guy at the front desk glared at Sherlock as he passed.
"Wow, he is STILL pissed." said Harry. "Naturally, whenever I anger someone, they tend to stay mad." said Sherlock. "But John still loves you." pointed out Harry. "Yes, and I am very lucky about that, I am very lucky to have John." said Sherlock.
The woman laughed as they got back into the cab to return to London. "So, what's the next move?" asked Harry. "We go look for Dylan Southridge, but we'll stop off by Angelo's, time has passed and I'm sure you desire lunch." said Sherlock.
The woman smiled to nod, it was indeed lunch time, she could really eat.
A/N: They're off to lunch and then t see Southridge about the pocket watch. Where will this lead them? Stay tuned and plz review