Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters. They belong to BBC/ whoever else owns the I also do not own the idea I got from the show Merlin. I only own Krista, the cases (I make them up, if there's something like it out there I'm not copying I swear.)and other OCs.
Changed it do The Great Game didn't happen yet It'll happen after 2 more cases
CASE #1: DOUBLE TROUBLE -PART THREE
"Relax, Sherlock, you look like I'm forcing you on this date." I look up at him as we walk down the side walk. He had on his normal attire, suit with his long coat over it and his gloves.
"You are." He says looking down at me. I had on a nice green dress that went down to right above my knees, I had on black leggings under it and a grey long-sleeve long coat over it. For shoes, even though I don't normally wear them, I had on grey heals.
"But it's not supposed to look like that."
"I'm not used to this."
"Oh don't I know it. Overheard you needed some research. Never been on a date before huh?"
"I'm married to my work."
"Doesn't that mean that you-..Oh my god.. You're a virgin." He remains silent. "Wow. I'm surprised, the Great Sherlock Holmes a virgin." I laugh quietly. "Hold my hand."
"What?"
"Hold my hand." She sighs and grabs his hand. "If you don't relax it won't look realistic. We're supposed to be on a date."
"I don't date."
"Neither do I, you're the one that said I should go with someone who looks my age. I could have gone with John."
"John's too old for you."
"He's only five years older than you."
"He's still a lot older than you."
"Quit whining and act like we're on a date."
"I am, we're walking together and holding hands."
"You need to look like you're having fun, smile."
"Fun? We're not doing anything fun."
"No, we're not doing anything you find fun." I look around and see the small coffee shop Mike works at. "How about this: I'll go get us some coffee and we can sit down and talk. Go wait on that bench over there." I point to a bench a few feet away and start to walk away towards the coffee shop.
3rd Person:
Sherlock sat down on the bench and looked around. There were a few people walking around, every few minutes someone would call a taxi or get out of one. His eyes stop on a young woman looking at him.
Blond, and around the height of the murderers. Let's see what you do.
She notices him looking at her and walks over.
"Hi! I'm Janet. I noticed you sitting here and though you were really handsome." She giggles like a school girl.
boots have some mud on them, shorts are a little too short for this weather, hands not calloused, nails... slight rust color around cuticles of right hand, shirt pulled down slightly to show more cleavage, blond hair green eyes…slight cut on lip.
"Well you're also very pretty." Sherlock puts on a smile and glances in the direction of the coffee shop and sees Krista talking with Mike.
Krista's POV
I walk into the coffee shop and look up at the menu.
"Can I help you?" I look down from the menu and see an employee with the name tag 'Mike'.
Busted lip just like John said.
"Uh yeah, I'm just getting coffee for me and my boyfriend, not sure what I want."
"Well if I could suggest, you look like a nice girl, maybe something sweet? If you like strawberries you could try the strawberry flavored ice-coffee."
"I love strawberries."
"Heh me too. So, how about it?"
"Sure." She orders both the drinks. "That'll be £ 3.12"
"Can I have some napkins?"
"Sure." He grabs some and hands them to me. I look down and see, between napkins, paper with his number. I look up at him. He smiles and I pretend to be shy and 'hold back' a smile.
I walk back out to Sherlock and hand him his coffee.
"Here." I put on a smile.
"Don't say anything." He stands up and takes my hand. We walk back towards Baker Street. "This doesn't mean anything." I look up at him; he suddenly gently grabs my chin and leans down. My eyes widen slightly and my face heats up as Sherlock presses his lips to mine. He pulls away after a few seconds and looks down at me. He looks away and we continue watching.
3rd Person:
Back at Baker Street John was waiting up in the flat.
"I-I'll be right there lemme just change." Krista goes into her flat. Sherlock goes upstairs; John looks up from his computer.
"How did your date go?" He slightly glares at him going into the kitchen putting his coffee down, taking off his coat. A few minutes later Krista comes upstairs with something more casual. She avoids direct eye contact. Sherlock looks at her easily deducting why.
"I told you it didn't mean anything." John raises an eyebrow.
"What didn't mean anything?" Sherlock sighs,
"I kissed her." John tries to hold back a smile.
"So the date was successful?"
"It was not a date."
"You two kissed."
"Simply for show." Krista, face still red, looks away. Sherlock looks at her. He mutters some things then raises an eyebrow. "That was your first kiss." It wasn't a question. Krista turns a darker shade of red.
"O-okay new topic! I got Mike's number." She takes it out of her pocket and puts it on the table.
"You sure it was him? I never asked his hours or anything."
"Considering he had a name tag, which read 'Mike J', yes."
"I got the sister's number, "he holds up his palm. "I had to hold your hand so you wouldn't see it and 'question'."
"Alright, so we call them and see what happens." She gets up taking the number with her.
"Where are you going?"
"To call Mike, can't risk any other noise." Sherlock nods and takes his phone out.
"I much prefer to text." He mutters texting Janet.
Hello
-SH
Hey ;)
-JJ
What's up?
-SH
Nm, hbu?
-JJ
Sherlock looks at the message and sighs.
"What?" John asks.
"She's typing in 'text talk'." John rolls his eyes.
"Well you are TEXTING." Sherlock glares.
Not much. Bored.
-SH
Lets hangout 2nite ik whr we cn go
-JJ
Sherlock groans at her lack of actual words. Krista comes back up stairs.
"Done already?" John asks.
"No, just thought texting would be easier. I see you thought so too." She looks over Sherlock's shoulder and sees him typing 'sure, when and where?'
"Sherlock you can't send that." He looks up at her.
"Why not?" She rolls her eyes.
"Because you're 'in a relationship' you can't be so willing to go with her, I'm texting Mike and he asked if we could hang out too, I said," she shows Sherlock the text. "'Maybe, might have plans with BF, also not sure he'd like if I were to hang out with another guy.' You have to say something like that so it's not suspicious."
"Fine." He deletes the text.
I don't think my girlfriend would like it if I went out with another girl other than her. She'd get suspicious.
-SH
She doesn't have to know ;)
-JJ
"He said the same thing."
"Looks like we're in business."
Krista's POV
Mike had told me he wanted to meet me in the alley between the florist shop and a bookstore, while Janet told Sherlock to meet her 35 minutes away. John was to help me if need be. Sherlock said he could manage on his own.
"You made it." Mike smiles. "Come on." He takes my hand and we go to a shop soon to be remodeled.
"Why are we? Are we allowed to be in here-?"
"Shh." He pushes me against the wall slightly and leans in to kiss me. I blush when I feel him nibble on my lip. In an instant his hands are around my throat.
3rd Person:
Sherlock and Janet had also made their way into an abandoned building. Sherlock noticed the syringe sticking out of her pocket. When she went to kiss him he took the needle and threw it underhand behind him a few feet away. She turned around when she heard it shatter on the ground. She turned around and Sherlock grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her. He pulled hand cuffs he had 'borrowed' from Lestrade earlier and put them around her wrists. He takes out his phone and calls Lestrade, "I got one of them."
John looks around the corner and sees Mike and Krista. He had his hands around her neck and was already strangling her. John raises his gun and aimed for Mike's arm. Mike yells out in pain dropping Krista who crumbles to the ground; her hand flying to her throat, coughing, and trying to get her breath back. John starts to run over when Mike grabs a nearby hammer with his good arm and raises it above his head, about to bring it down on Krista. John raises his gun once more and shoots Mike again. This time he falls to the ground dead. John runs over to Krista.
"Krista?! Are you alright?!"
"J-john," her voice was stained. "I c-can't-"
"shh, don't talk." He puts an arm around her to help her stand.
"John-" before she could finish her sentence she passed out.
"Oh great." He fished his phone of his pocket and called Sherlock, the police already on their way.
"John. The sister's tied up."
"Good, the brothers-"
"Dead, I know. She felt it. Where's Krista?"
"She's alive but passed out from lack of oxygen, I can hear the ambulance coming, and she'll be fine."
"I wasn't worried."
"I never said you were. You're the one who said women were weak."
"I never said she was."
Krista's POV The next day
I woke up to a really annoying beeping sound as I realized what the cause of the beeping it was got faster.
"Hey she's up." I opened my eyes and looked around.
I'm in a hospital?!
"Krista you okay?" I look up at John. "What's wrong?"
"She's gunna hyperventilate. John, calm her down." I look over to see Sherlock.
"Krista what's wrong?" I swallow my throat dry.
"John go get her some water." John goes to get some water and Sherlock moves to sit by the bed.
"You don't like hospitals." He looks down at me. I can feel myself shaking. He puts a hand on my arm and looks down. I look at my arms to see them exposed. The scars. "What did you do?" He looks back at my face. The heart-monitor still beeping fast. He moved his hand to my face. The monitor skipped a beep. He chuckles making my face heat up. I glare up at him.
"I got water. Here, Krista." I sit up and drink. "Thanks John."
"I'll go see how fast we can get you out of here." Sherlock pats my head. John looks at me and notices my arms.
"Krista." He frowns. He sits where Sherlock was. "I'm not gunna ask if you don't wanna talk about it."
"I didn't do what you think I did… But thanks John." He smiles and leans down to kiss my forehead.
"Ehem." Sherlock walks in. "We'll leave in a bit. The doctors just have to look at your neck and down your throat." He notices me tense. "It's fine, John and I are right here."
"T-thanks guys."
After the doctors made sure I was okay the three of us went back to Baker Street.
"Krista, I noticed you didn't have a mattress. Is it supposed to be coming soon?"
"Not for another.. two, three days. Why?"
"You can stay in our flat, I'll take the couch you can take my bed."
"I-I couldn't do that."
"I won't have you sleeping on the couch. You slept there last night and you didn't look very comfortable. I'm used to the couch anyways. It's only for three days."
"If you're sure?"
"Positive."
"Thanks Sherlock."
"Not a problem."
YAY! Finished this about 2-3 hours after the last one, I'm posting this Monday Next one won't be until next week end. I gotta think of a Case, Victims, Evidence, etc. took me two weeks to put this case together for just three chapters. I have an Idea for the next case but they'll be posted around next Friday – Monday
HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT!
(1)I decided to change their ages from whatever they are in the show. In real life Benedict is 36 NOW (2012) and Martin Freeman is 41. I'm changing their ages to 31 and 37. Still 5 years apart but better for Krista who is 19 turning 20.
(2)Not sure if I said this before but I don't know how much a coffee would cost in London I've lived in CT, USA my whole 15 years of existence.
(3)Heads up, not the only reason she doesn't like hospitals.