The Actor

A/N: So sorry for the long wait! And this chapter is possibly short and a bit transitional, but I promise the next chapter will be up sooner now that I have a definite plot going on! And a whole lotta love to NoveraDeMedeci for being my muse and my Sherlock. Sweety, this John loves you.

Disclaimer: Don't own any of this. I wish I did.

John looked in awe across the room at the man currently occupying his arm-chair. This was the man whose face graced every poster at the cinema; his movie smashing every box office record.

John had seen him be an army officer, an evil megalomaniac etc. Maybe he was expecting something more than the somewhat nervous man in rather rumpled clothes with the bashful smile, grey eyes and cheekbones that could rival Sherlock's.

"You see Mr. Holmes," Tom Hutchinson said in that famous voice of his, Sherlock looked at him lazily from where he was sprawled on his sofa, "The next movie I'm starring in…I play a private detective, so I was hoping to get a few notes-"

"I'm not a private detective, according to John the police don't go to them. I'm a consulting detective, the only one in the world." Sherlock drawled.

"Yes, I meant that-"

"No you didn't."

"Sherlock." John warned.

"I…uh…"

"Carry on, Mr. Hutchinson, you are being fascinating, how can I be of service?" Sherlock's sarcasm was lost on no one, but Tom ploughed on, determined.

"As I was saying, I'm playing a pri-consulting detective; I would like to get a few notes on how to think like one. The producer wanted me to go to Scotland Yard and ask any old D.I, but since YOU are such a brilliant and famous detective of your own right, I thought it would be best if I got information from one of our generation's iconic crime-solvers."

John did not even attempt to hide his smirk. Sherlock would not refuse now; he was more susceptible to flattery than a teenage girl.

"Tell me, Mr. Hutchinson, why have you come all the way here to tell me a pack of lies?"

John gaped.

Tom Hutchinson bolted upright, both hands clenching the arm-rests.

"What- I'm afraid I don't follow…"

"If you were only here for research as you put it, you would have said so in the e-mail you sent and I would have refused pointblank. However, the time you wrote it, you were reasonably distressed-several typos, you wrote it yourself, not your secretary- and did not specify except express the utmost importance. But something or most probably someone changed your mind by the time you got here. You are still in two minds about it, that's why you are here. You changed your mind the moment you sat down; hence making up that pack of lies in an attempt to cover up the real reason for your visit. Now, tell me the truth and don't be boring-" Sherlock caught John's glare "-please."

The actor looked at him awestruck, but did not ask about Sherlock's deduction trail. He took a shuddering deep breath and launched into a narrative, "My producer thinks it will be for the best if it's kept hush-hush. The police seem to think it is a simple robbery case, but I…" He trailed off, noticing that Sherlock's head was stooped and his eyes half closed.

"Carry on, Mr. Hutchinson, he's listening." John said kindly, more than used to Sherlock's unusual thinking position.

"…Well, anyway, I cannot rest easy knowing someone is dead because he tried defending my property. I mean, I know it's rather valuable, but there were more valuable things in that safe, and none worth killing someone over. Also, the safe has been broken into a couple of times, which was why Alex was employed in the first place. And now he's dead defending those stupid coins, they killed him but didn't manage to steal those."

"What coins are they?" John asked curious.

With a sigh, Tom reached into his nondescript duffel bag and drew out a medium sized drawstring pouch, then poured out twelve of the most beautiful golden coins John had ever seen (well, this was the first time he had ever seen anything like the coins, but anyway). "These are the gold Zodiac coins of the Mughal emperor Jahangir." He handed one to John- the Zodiac Cancer, the sign engraved into both the faces of the coin- "I bought them from an auction a month ago, and now I wish I hadn't. Since that month, there had been two break-ins into my house, and now a murder. All for these coins!"

"How do you know that it's for these coins?" Sherlock asked in a monotonous drawl.

"Like I said, the break-ins started ever since I bought these, their casket has been the one that had been tried to force open, the other valuables next to them totally untouched."

"Hmm…What's the name of your security guard?"

"Alexius Beppo."

"I'll take the case."

Before John or Tom could say anything, Sherlock had bounded up, grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

"Ah, Molly! Do you have an Alexius Beppo on your list?...Yes, that's him. Could you wheel him out for me? I'll be there…Cancel it, have lunch with me…Please Molly, it's very important-"

Though John disapproved of Sherlock's manipulative charms, even he had to give him credit.

"-Smashing…I'll be there in a moment."

"Come on John," Sherlock said after hanging up, bounding across the room for his coat, "No point sitting around is there?"

"Should I drop you off?" Tom asked tentatively, "My car is here-"

"Oh no, Mr. Hutchinson, you're coming with us in a cab. Hide your face using those shades, I get enough attention thanks to John's blog as is. Come on!"

John briefly wondered as they left 221B, how Molly Hooper would react when she saw that Tom Hutchinson was in her morgue.

Judging by the undignified shriek and the near faint when Tom removed his hat and shades in the morgue, John Watson realized that Molly Hooper was in one word…a fangirl.

Well….there you go. It's pretty obvious who I based Tom Hutchinson on, isn't it? I toyed for a while with Molly actually knowing Tom from a long time back, but I figured I could relate to her more as a fangirl. Besides, it's more fun if Sherlock has someone who Molly has a crush on to compete with for a change.

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Adi x