Ok so I'm going to take one of the cases from the great game as just one case because its gunna help me bring a resolution to Mali's dreams sometime soon. And sorry for quoting the show again:(
It had been two weeks since Mali had knocked herself out trying to save Sherlocks life. Now she came to think of it, he never actually said thank you for trying, but then she thought he wasn't really the one for politeness and so she didn't really mind. But things had started to look up for Mali recently. She'd managed to get a part time job at a local Waterstone's book shop, she's started to feel better, started to put on the huge amounts if weight she'd lost after being depressed and she'd even accompanied Sherlock in 3 more of his cases though they were a little more event less than the first. She was happy again, yet she still had the dreams and they always consisted of things or places her and Marcus had seen or been to and each time, Mali noticed new things about the situations, weird things that weren't quite right.
'WAKE UP' Mali eyes shot open as the duvet covering her flew off. Mali would've jumped 10 feet high if possible. Looming above looking 3 metres tall and leaning over her was Sherlock and it was only after she saw him did she realise that he was still holding her duvet and she wasn't actually wearing any pyjama bottoms. Despite all dignity being lost when she knocked herself out in front of him, she wasn't one who liked to strut about in her underwear. 'umm, could you, um can I please have my duvet back' Sherlock was still staring at her making her uncomfortable.
'Oh, yes of course' Sherlock suddenly smiled and realised as if he'd been in some sort of trance.
Mali was pulling the duvet back over her when John walked into her room as well.
'For gods sake Sherlock, you could at least have knocked on the door and let the poor girl get dressed first!' John have a disapproving look toward Sherlock.
'No time for that! Mali, new case, you're coming.' Sherlock told her.
'Ugh' Mali murmured before pulling the duvet over her face but consequently having it pulled back again by Sherlock 'Come on! If you want to keep my brother happy, which i would if i were you, I suggest you come with us.' He was starting to get impatient.
'What time it it?' Mali's voice was slurred as he face was pressed against the pillow.' haven't had my 8 hours yet she thought.
'Time to get up' Sherlock responded unhelpfully.
'Severn thirty..four to be exact.' John said in answer to her question, noticing how un helpful Sherlock was being.
'Jesus, why are you up so early?' she moaned
'It's not early, you're sleeping late' Sherlock corrected.
'Ugh give me 10 minutes and I'll be ready and if you want me in a good mood, you better make me breakfast' Mali started to push her duvet away 'And that means leave my room.' She stared Sherlock in the eyes. John sighed and left followed by Sherlock a few seconds later.
'John, what do people usually eat for breakfast?' Sherlock asked padding into the kitchen after him.
'Um toast, cereal?' John replied.
'Right, toast, ok' Sherlock said spinning around the kitchen looking for bread.
He looks like an idiot. John stifled a laugh.
10 minutes later and Mali's kitchen stank of burnt toast and the fire alarm started to bleep away. She rushed out of her bedroom half dressed pulling on a t shirt over her bra. 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?' she screamed over the wail of the alarm. She looked around and saw Sherlock not bothered by the alarm and burning but rather more interested in her laptop which she'd left on her table last night. John had been seated on Mali's sofa until the alarm went off, he thought it was rather amusing how Sherlock was struggling to make toast but as soon as the alarm sounded, he had rushed up and was now flapping around a t-towel in front of the alarm.
Sherlock was so immersed in trying to figure out Mali's password that he's lost track of time and hadn't heard Mali's rather loud shout.
'Sherlock! You didn't answer my question?!' Mali started impatiently.
'Sorry what?' Sherlock blinked and looked up at her. She stared at him and he looked around 'ooh, the alarm, yes, your toast must have burnt' He shrugged.
'Oh I give up.' Mali turned away and walked over to John as he managed to turn the alarm off. Mali turned back for a second. 'Um how did you even get into my flat in the first place? I locked that door last night, I know I did.' a frown crossed her eyebrows.
'Um well, I may have, possibly um-'
'Basically, what he is trying to say is that he picked the look on your front door' John said bluntly giving Sherlock a rather disapproving look.
Mali wondered how long Sherlock and John had lived together, and how John put up with it. They acted like an old married couple but John had confirmed that they weren't gay so maybe he acted as mother to an annoying little boy. Nevertheless, it can't have been that long because she was pretty sure that after a while, John would give up on Sherlock and his annoying habits would drive him to the limit. Mali couldn't imagine living in the same flat as Sherlock, it was bad enough living downstairs from him. The gun firing in the night, the breaking into her flat, him trying to guess her laptop password. She could even begin to contemplate what John had to put up with.
The cover to Mali's laptop slapped down. 'Right, we're leaving' Sherlock exclaimed abruptly standing up.
'What about my breakfast?' Mali asked
'No time!' he sang
'Well there would have been if you'd bothered to make me some without burning it.
Sherlock ignored that comment and continued to put his coat and scarf on and waltz out the door. Mali grabbed an apple and a Muesli bar before running after him and slamming the door behind John.
'Soo where this time?' Mali asked in the cab biting a chunk out of her apple. She was mad at Sherlock for breaking into her flat and storming into her room but he wouldn't realise so there was no point in showing it.
'Abandoned building site in east London, car's been found with blood splattered all over the front seat but no body has been found and Scotland yard are yet again out of their depth.' Sherlock didn't look up from his phone.
'You really love yourself don't you' Mali tilted her head at him and John let out a laugh.
Sherlocks head spun upwards and he frowned but sensing it was a non repliable statement he returned to whatever he was doing on his phone. Mali and John smiled at each other. Mali actually really enjoyed winding Sherlock up and John liked having her around because she was the only one who could actually get underneath Sherlocks skin and annoy him.
Sherlock glanced up at Mali slyly without her noticing. Why? Why did he get that feeling when Mali insulted him. Why was she the only one that could make him feel anything. He didn't wonder along that thought for very long and was soon back to thinking about the case.
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'The car was hired yesterday morning by an Ian Monkford. Banker of some kind; City boy. Paid in cash.'
Sherlock ignored Leatrade but looked closely as the four passed a short woman with brown hair crying but attempting to talking with a police officer.
'Told his wife he was going away on a business trip, but he never arrived.' Lestrade said to Sherlock as the three walked off to the car.
'You're still hanging round him then Mali?' Sally said in a somewhat judgemental tone as she approached Mali.
'Yes, I am.' Mali really didn't want to talk to her. 'But that's none of your business' Mali challenged, raising her voice a tad. She was fed up of Sally saying bad things about Sherlock because despite how annoying he was, he was behind it all, a brilliant man and she also believed he could be caring as well.
'Well, I warned you' Sally said.
'Yes, you did sally but I don't give two shits what you say' Mali's tone of voice caused everyone to turn and look at the pair of arguing girls. Even sherlock.
'Hey! Watch your language miss' Sally warned
'Oh I will, once to stop attempting to patronise everyone' Mali gave a sarcastic smile before walking over to Sherlock.
Sherlock couldn't help but be proud of Mali and as she walked over he smiled at her and playfully punched her lightly on the arm before bending down and whispering so no one could hear. 'Way to go Mali.' and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. Despite believing he could be caring Mali was astonished he would show any sort of affection in public and she couldn't help but be a bit flattered really.
Lestrade felt a tiny bit uncomfortable standing next to the pair so decided to break the awkwardness.
'Before you ask, yes, it's Monkford's blood. The DNA checks out.'
Sherlock leaned into the car and shuffled around the glove compartment until he found a business card labelled 'Janus Cars'
'Get a sample sent to the lab' He ordered and then continued to walk over to the short woman with brown hair who they had seen earlier.
'Mrs Monkford?' She turned to him tearfully.
'Yes.'
John looked at Sherlock and sighed, obvious to what he was going to do but Mali just watched carefully, unaware.
'Sorry, but I've already spoken with two policemen.' Mrs Monkford said tearfully
'No, we're not from the police; we're ...' Sherlock held out his hand for Mrs Monkford and started to put on a teary voice. 'Sherlock Holmes. Very old friend of your husband's. We, um ...'
Sherlock pretended to try to hold back the tears as he shook her hand 'we grew up together.'
'I'm sorry, who? I don't think he ever mentioned you.' Mrs Monkford said slightly confused. Mali couldn't help but realise the similarities of Sherlocks acting and Mrs Monkfords actual crying.
'He must have done. This is ... this is horrible, isn't it?'
John had to look away, trying somewhat unsuccessfully to keep his face neutral and Mali slipped her hand into Sherlock to pretend to comfort him, after all, she looked a bit out of place. Sherlock was surprised by Mali's action but couldn't look at her and break his act.
'I mean, I just can't believe it. I only saw him the other day. Same old Ian – not a care in the world.' He smiled tearfully at her.
'Sorry, but my husband has been depressed for months. Who are you?' Mrs Monkford questioned.
'Really strange that he hired a car. Why would he do that? It's a bit suspicious, isn't it?' Sherlock had tears running down his cheeks by now. wow how does he do that. Mali thought looking up at Sherlock with wide eyes.
'No, it isn't. He forgot to renew the tax on the car, that's all.' She corrected
'Oh, well, that was Ian! That was Ian all over!' He exclaimed
'No it wasn't!' She corrected once again.
Suddenly Sherlock dropped his fake persona said 'Oh, wasn't it? Interesting.' Sherlock realised that Mali hadn't let go of his hand yet and he didn't mind which was strange. He was so used to pushing people away that they rarely ever showed him any comfort. Sherlock noticed that John was giving him and Mali a questioning stare and so he abruptly dropped her hand and walked off toward the car again. John just looked in disbelief and Mali thought nothing of it.
'Why did you lie to her?' Mali questioned running after him unaware of Sherlock motives.
'People don't like telling you things but they love to contradict you. Past tense, did you notice?'
'Sorry, what? John asked.
Sherlock sighed realising that John and Mali hadn't caught on 'I referred to her husband in the past tense. She joined in. Bit premature – they've only just found the car'
'So you think she murdered her husband?' He raised his eyebrows.
'Definitely not. That's not a mistake a murderer would make.'
'I see.' Mali said attempted to sound intelligent but giving up 'wait no..No, I don't. What am I seeing?' giving totally up on clever.
'Where now?' John asked as Sherlock walked off up the road.
'Janus Cars.' Sherlock said holding out the business card he had acquired from the glove compartment of the abandoned car for John and Mali to see.
