Disclaimer I DO NOT OWN Sherlock, just my OC(S)!
While Sherlock was in the shower, I walked upstairs and looked at both of the bedrooms, before deciding which one I wanted. When I was finished with that little task, I wrote a note for Sherlock telling him I left to go get my things from my Uncle's and if he needed anything to text my phone.
The ride to my Uncle's was quiet. While in the cab, I had gotten a text from Sherlock.
Come at once
if convenient.
SH
I got out of the cab and walked into the building. Sherlock could wait for a few minutes. I opened the door to see my Aunt wrapped up in a thick blanket watching crap telly.
"Oh, you're back!" She said smiling.
"Yeah, I just need to grab some of my things. I moved into 221B Baker street. I'm sure Uncle Greg will fill you in on the rest" I told her and grabbed one of my suitcases.
I walked into the laundry room and got my clothes that had been cleaned. I then grabbed a plastic bag and filled it with my dirty clothes that hadn't been washed yet. I could wash those once I get back to the flat. I put my clothes into suitcase. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed my things.
"So you took the flat" Aunt Helena said from the living room.
"Yes, it's a great place" I told her, "The landlady is a wonderful sweet old woman"
My phone went off once again.
If inconvenient,
come anyway.
SH
"That sounds good. Have you seen Greg today?" Aunt Helena said.
"Yes, there's been another suicide, so he'll be home late. I'm Sorry, I'm in a rush, but one of my flat mates needs me for something. I'll see you Wednesday night"
"Okay, be careful and congratulation on finding a flat" She said.
I left the flat and got into the cab, after putting my suit case away. I looked out the window as the cab drove away. During the ride my phone went off again with another text from Sherlock. I let out a sigh and read it.
Could be dangerous.
SH
What did he get himself into now? I've only been gone for ten minutes! I let out a sigh and asked if the cabbie could drive faster. The old man nodded and drove a little faster. Once getting to the flat. I got my suitcase and paid the cabbie. I was about to walk away when I noticed a picture of two children.
"Cute kids" I said, "Are they yours?"
"Yes, they are" He said and then drove off.
I turned around and walked inside hoping nothing bad had happened while I've been gone. I climbed the stairs and set my suitcase down in the flat.
"What's going on? What could be dangerous?" I asked seeing John and Sherlock sitting with the pink suitcase in front of them.
"He needed to use a phone" John said.
That was it? That's what was so dangerous? He needed to borrow a phone? Where was his!?
"Really? I was at my Aunt's getting my things in a hurry, because I thought you had destroyed the flat or something!" I said glaring at Sherlock as he stared at the suitcase.
John's phone began to ring. Sherlock shh'd me and we all looked at John's phone. I was confused as to what was going on.
"A few hours after his last victim, and now he receives a text that can only be from her" Sherlock said.
"Did you have John text the killer?" I asked him.
"If somebody had just found that phone, they'd ignore a text like that, but the murderer... would panic" Sherlock said ignoring my question.
Sherlock shut the case and stood up quickly grabbed his coat.
"Have you talked to the police?" John asked Sherlock.
"Four people are dead. There isn't time to talk to the police" Sherlock said.
"So why are you talking to me?" John asked him.
"Mrs. Hudson took my skull" Sherlock said and trench coat from behind the door as both John and I looked at the fire place mantel to see the skull was gone.
"So I'm basically filling in for your skull?" John asked.
"Relax, you're doing fine" Sherlock told him, "Well"
"Well what?" John asked him.
"Well, you could just sit there and watch telly" Sherlock said.
"You want me to come with you?" John asked looking at him.
"I like company when I go out and I think better when I talk aloud. The skull just attracts attention so... problem?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, Sergeant Donovan" John said and I rolled my eyes.
What did she have to do with this?
"What about her?" Sherlock asked him.
"She said you get off on this. You enjoy it" John said and I looked over Sherlock.
"And I said "dangerous," and here you two are" Sherlock said and walked out.
I let out a sigh and followed after him. John soon joined us as we walked down the stairs.
"Where are we going now?" I asked Sherlock as we walked pass some people.
"Northumberland Street. It's a five-minute walk from here" Sherlock told us.
"You think he's stupid enough to go there?" John asked him.
"No, I think he's brilliant enough" Sherlock told him, "I love the brilliant one; they're always so desperate to get caught"
"Why?" John and I asked him.
It wouldn't make sense, unless they want the fame of it.
"Appreciation. Applause. At long last, the spotlight. That's the frailty of genius, John, it needs an audience" Sherlock said.
"Yeah" John said.
"This is his hunting ground. Right here in the heart of the city" Sherlock said turning around as he kept walking, "Now that we know his victims were abducted, that changes everything. Because all of his victims disappeared from busy streets, crowded places, but nobody saw them go. Think! Who do we trust, even though we don't know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?" Sherlock said as we walked.
"Don't know. Who?" John asked.
"Haven't the faintest" Sherlock said, "Hungry?"
Sherlock walked into a little Italian restaurant. John and I followed him inside.
"Thank you, Billy" Sherlock said to a man at the door who showed us to a table by a window.
"22 Northumberland Street. Keep your eyes on it" Sherlock said taking his coat and scarf off from his seat.
John took his seat in front of the window. I sat across from Sherlock looking out the window for anyone acting strange.
"He isn't just going to ring the doorbell, though, is he?" John asked taking his coat off, "He's need to be mad"
"He has killed four people" Sherlock told him as he looking over at John.
"Okay" he said and a man walked over to the table.
"Sherlock!" The man said shaking his hand, "Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free. On the house, for you and for your dates"
"Do you want to eat?" Sherlock asked us as the man held out a menu for us.
"I'm not his date" John told the man.
"Me neither" I told him.
"This man got me off a murder charge" The man said pointing at Sherlock.
"This is Angelo. Three years ago, I successfully proved to Lestrade at a time of a particularly vicious triple murder, that Angelo was in a completely different part of town house-breaking" Sherlock told us as Angelo shook John's hand and kissed mine.
"He cleared my name" Angelo told us.
"I cleared it a bit" Sherlock told us, "Anything happening opposite?"
"Nothing" Angelo said, "But for this man, I'd have gone to prison"
"You did go to prison" Sherlock told him.
"I'll get a candle for the table. It's more romantic" Angelo said and walked off.
"I'm not his date" John told him.
"You two may as well eat. We might have a long wait" Sherlock said.
Angelo returned with a candle and set it on the table.
"Thanks" John said and then began to look at the menu.
I picked mine up and began to look at it also. A waiter came by took our orders and returned shortly with our food.
"People don't have archenemies" John said and I looked up at him from my plate of alfedo.
"Sorry?" Sherlock asked.
"In real life. There are no archenemies in real life, doesn't happen" John said.
"Doesn't it?" Sherlock asked, "Sounds a bit dull"
"So who did I meet?" John asked him.
I was lost. So Sherlock had an archenemy and John has met him already? Was that what was going on?
"What do real people have, then, in their real lives?" Sherlock asked.
"Friends? People they know, people they like, people they don't like. Girlfriends, boyfriends" John said.
"And family" I added.
"Well, as I was saying, dull" Sherlock said.
"You don't have a girlfriend, then?" John asked looking at Sherlock.
"Girlfriend? No, not really my area" Sherlock said and I almost choked on my water.
So he played for the other team. Such a shame, he's very good looking.
"Oh, right" John said looking at Sherlock, "Do you have a boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way"
"I know it's fine" Sherlock told him.
"So you've got a boyfriend, then?" John asked and I looked at the two.
Was John hinting something?
"No" Sherlock told him.
"Right, okay. You're unattached, like me" John told him, "Right. Good"
An awkward silent fell over the table. I ate my food watching the two.
"John. I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work and, while I'm flattered by your interest, I'm really not looking for any" Sherlock began, but John cut him off.
"No, I'm not asking... No. I'm just saying, it's all fine" John said.
"Good. Thank you" Sherlock said and looked at the window.
John then looked at me.
"What about you, Maria? Do you have a boyfriend?" John asked.
"I did have a boyfriend back in Dartmoor, but I broke up with him, because well I moved here" I told him.
"Look across the street" Sherlock said and we looked out the window, "Taxi, stopped. Nobody getting in, nobody getting out. Why a taxi?"
"Because no one would notice?" I said.
"Oh that's clever" John said.
"Is it clever? Why is it clever?" Sherlock asked him.
"That's him" John said
"Don't stare" Sherlock said.
"What? You're staring" John told him.
"Yeah" I said.
"We can't all stare" Sherlock said grabbed his coat and left.
I quickly set my fork down, took a sip of water and followed after him. So much for dinner. I stood next to Sherlock looking at the taxi. A man looked at us and turned around.
"Is that him? The killer?" I asked Sherlock.
"Maybe" He said and ran out into the road.
"Sherlock!" I shouted as he was almost hit by a car.
John jumped over leaving me behind. I quickly ran around the front of the car and after the two.
"I got the cab number" John said as they stopped.
"Good for you" Sherlock said as he stared at the taxi as it drove away.
My eyes went quickly when all of a sudden Sherlock looked down and began to speak quickly about right turns and left turns. Stop lights and everything else. Sherlock then took off running once more.
"Sorry!" John told a man that Sherlock had pushed through.
"Excuse me!" I said chasing after them.
We ran up the stairs of a building. We got to the roof ran down some stairs and jumped onto another building's roof. I followed Sherlock along the roof and jumped over another. I glanced behind to see John freezing up a bit.
"Come on, John!" I shouted at him.
"We're losing him!" Sherlock shouted also seeing John.
John jumped the building and we were off again. I jumped onto a fire escape with Sherlock leading the way and John behind us. We ran down some more stairs and jumped off of a building once more onto solid ground. We ran down an alley that lead to the main road.
"No! This way" Sherlock said as the taxi passed us.
Sherlock took a right, while John went left.
"No, this way!" Sherlock shouted him as we ran.
"Sorry" John said running the right way now.
We ran past many people. Took many rights and lefts, through back streets and alleyways. Until we got to the main road once again. Sherlock jumped out in front of the taxi.
"Police! Open her up!" Sherlock shouted at them and went to the back panting.
He opened the door and looked at the man. I slowly walked over to them along with John.
"No" Sherlock said looking at the man, "Teeth, tan... what, Californian? L.A., Santa Monica. Just arrived"
"How can you possibly know that?" I asked him.
"The luggage. Probably your first trip to London, right?" Sherlock asked the man, "Going by your final destination and the route the cabbie was taking you"
"Sorry, are you guys the police?" The man asked looking at us.
"Yeah" Sherlock said flashing him a badge, "Everything all right?"
I held up a badge that I had nicked off of Sally last week also. So he could see it.
"Yeah" The man said and looking at us.
"Welcome to London" Sherlock said and walked off.
I put away my badge and walked away as John told him something. I took a few breaths to catch my breathing. Running like that made me realized how lazy I have become.
"Can't believe that wasn't him" I said to Sherlock. .
"Basically just a cab that happened to slow down?" John said before he could say anything about that.
"Basically" Sherlock told him.
"Not the murderer?" John said.
"Not the murderer, no" Sherlock told him.
"Wrong country, good alibi" John said.
"As they go" Sherlock said.
"Where did you get this?" John asked Sherlock grabbing the police badge.
"Detective Inspector Lestrade?" John asked seeing the badge.
"Yeah. I pickpocket him when he's annoying. You can keep that one. I got plenty at the flat" Sherlock told him and then turned to me.
"Where did you get that one?" Sherlock asked me.
"Nicked it off of Donovan desk last week" I told him and John began to laugh.
We looked at him.
"What?" We asked him.
"Nothing, just "Welcome to London."" John said and we all began to chuckle at that, until we spotted the American talking to a few police officers and he was pointing at us. Great more running. I let out a sigh.
"Got your breath back?" Sherlock asked us.
"Ready when you are" John said as I nodded.
And we began to run again.