I would like to apologise for how late this is. I would have uploaded it last Wednesday, but I went on Twitter and found out that Setlock was happening at Gower Street. I actually became really sad that I wasn't there. I still am a bit sad, but I'll get over it.

I would also like to apologise for any spelling/punctuation mistakes I have probably made and failed to correct.

And also for how short this is.

I don't own. Only Emily.


She had indeed followed and the pair were now walking towards the Police tape and the Donovan woman.

Emily wasn't very happy. Minutes ago, as they had been walking down the stairs, one particularly rude police officer had bumped into John, causing him to lurch against the bannisters. The ignorant asshole hadn't even turned round to see if John was alright, hadn't spoken a word. The only consolation was that his colleague sent him an apologetic look as he passed. Emily had helped her friend regain his balance, and opened her mouth to shout something to the two men who had passed. But John had placed a hand on her arm. Silently telling her it was ok.

The two were back in their coats, something Emily was grateful for. Those coveralls weren't exactly comfortable. John was busy looking around for any sign of Sherlock and Emily was taking deep breaths of fresh air, the chlorine smell had vanished as soon as they had left the room, but she still appreciated the cool air that had already begun to turn her nose cold.

"He's gone." Sally spoke up now when she saw the 'colleagues' approach.

"Who, Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yeah, he just took off. He does that."

"Do you know if he's coming back?" Emily asked from beside John.

"Didn't look like it." Emily's shoulders slumped. She had the sneaky suspicion that he would not return for them. But she still felt a twinge of disappointment all the same.

"Right." John replied as he continued to look around. He only stopped when he caught Emily's eye. "What's wrong?"

She felt foolish. But it was John, there was no reason for her too feel that way. "Where are we?" She muttered so only he could hear. Often, when she couldn't remember the name of the street she was on, or if it was a rather crowded street she was attempting to walk down, she began to feel a little disorientated. It wasn't that she had a bad memory, it was just that, the dead body they had left behind had taken over her thoughts. The questions of Who, Why and How had swam through her brain, causing her to forget everything else.

John could sense her discomfort, and also the fact that she didn't want this to be noticed by the woman now watching them carefully. He continued to look around in thought.

"Right... yes. Sorry." He turned back to look at Donovan. "Where are we?"

"Brixton."

"Right. Er, d'you know where we could get a cab? It's just, er...well...my leg."

"Er..." Donovan moved over towards the tape and lifted it before continuing. "... try the main road."

"Thanks." John said as he ducked under the tape, hoping Emily was still following. His hopes were confirmed when he heard her voice right behind him.

"Thank you."

"But the two of you aren't his friends." The two paused as they waited for her to continue. "He doesn't have friends. So who are you?" Her gaze was flicking between the two of them.

"I'm ... I'm nobody. I just met him." John answered. Emily swiftly turned her head to look at him. How could he think he was nobody? This man, who she admittedly had only known for not very long, was most definitely not a 'nobody'. But her thoughts were cut off by Donovan.

"And you?" Emily honestly did not know how to answer that question, and she didn't particularly fancy standing around talking to this woman for very long. So, she took a leaf out of John's book.

"Nobody." She replied quietly.

"Okay, bit of advice then: stay away from that guy."

"Why?" John challenged her.

"You know why he's here? He's not paid or anything. He likes it. He gets off on it. The weirder the crime, the more he gets off. And you know what? One day just showing up won't be enough. One day we'll be standing round a body and Sherlock Holmes'll be the one that put it there."

"Why would he do that?" John had taken the words right out of Emily's mouth.

"Because he's a psychopath. Psychopaths get bored."

"Donovan!" The man from the crime scene shouted from the pathway to the house.

"Coming." She shouted in reply and began to walk to the path. "Stay away from Sherlock Holmes." She had turned back to shout at the pair who were now watching her leave.

"What was her problem?" Emily broke the silence as John shook his head slightly.

"Who knows." John replied as he turned and began to limp down the road. Emily quickly caught up to him again just as the phone in the phone box to their right started ringing. They both stopped and looked at it for a moment. Emily believing it to just be coincidence. "Come on." John offered her his arm again, which she gladly took with a smile, and the two continued on their way. Neither of them noticing that the phone stopped ringing as soon as they had passed it.


"Taxi! Taxi..." John once again attempted to hail a passing cab. Once again, he was ignored. Emily heaved a sigh of annoyance. Surely it should not be this difficult to hail a taxi. After all, Sherlock had managed to do it, why couldn't they?

To their left, a fast food restaurant stood, and the two stopped to look in the window. But it was not the food that interested them. It was the fact that the payphone on the wall had started to ring, just as they were walking past. They continued to watch as a member of staff walked over and reached out for it, only for the phone to stop ringing when the man's hand's were mere inches away from it.

"This is getting strange now." John, who did not know what to say back, simply decided to carry on walking. "You're not a nobody you know." Emily spoke up from beside him, as she took his arm again.

"What are you talking about?" John sent her a befuddled look, and listened closely for her answer.

"Back at the crime scene. When that woman asked you who we are. You said 'I'm nobody.' Well, I don't think you're nobody." She shook her head focused on the ground in the hope that John wouldn't see her face turn a slight shade of pink that was not caused by the cold.

"Well, to her I'm a nobody. To Sherlock I'm a nobody, to-"

"But not to me." Emily interrupted him. She chanced a look up at him. She found that he wasn't looking at her, but she could tell he was smiling. Even if it was only a slight smile.

They were now passing another telephone box. Emily kept her eyes trained on it. A part of her just knew that it would ring. And she wasn't disappointed. John shot her a mystified glance.

"Wait there." He told her as he opened the door and answered the phone.

"Hello?" John answered as Emily began to people watch and leaned back against the side. Couples out on dates, arm in arm paid her no mind as they walked past her, a man in a smart suit cast a quick glance up and down her body, sending her a flirty smile that she ignored.

But one man caught her attention more than everyone else. Standing on the other side of the road, leaning against a wall, dark hair, an even smarter suit than the man who had just passed her, and a phone tightly pressed to his ear was a man that caused a spark of recognition to ignite inside her. But to truly put a name to the face, she would have had to moved closer. But she wasn't about to leave John when he had told her to wait.

The man caught her eyes and sent her a dark smile that chilled her to the bone. But before she could look him over again, a black car pulled up to the kerbside and a male driver got out to open the back door.

Emily looked at John who was only just putting the phone down. He looked thoughtful for a moment. Emily thought she could even detect a hit of worry when he flicked his eyes to look at her.

As John left the box, she looked back over to the other side of the road. Standing on her tip toes slightly to look over the top of the car. But the man was no longer there.

"Apparently this is our taxi for the evening." John murmured so only she could hear. She sent him a confused look but nodded anyway. As she moved forwards to step inside, she quickly looked around for the strange man. But she could not see him anywhere.


Emily was once again squished in the middle seat. Although not as squished as she had been back in the real taxi between Sherlock and John. This time, she was seated between John, of course, and a young woman who was seemingly mesmerised by her Blackberry, who also happened to be pretty much ignoring the pair of them. Emily would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't tempted to see what the woman was typing, but she didn't want to be rude.

"Hello." John broke the silence.

"Hi." The woman replied with a bright smile before she returned her gaze back to her phone.

"What's your name then?" Emily smirked to herself. She wasn't sure if John was trying to figure out their situation, or flirt with the pretty woman next to her.

"Er... Anthea." She replied causing John to smirk too.

"That's not your real name is it?" Emily spoke up now.

"No." 'Athea' smiled at her. John nodded. It was a moment before he spoke up again.

"I'm John"

"Yes. I know."

"Then you know my name too?" Emily asked feeling a little like a child who was being left out.

'Anthea' looked at her again and smiled.

"Oh yes Emily. I know yours too."

"Any point in asking where we're going?" 'Anthea' looked at John again.

"None at all..." She almost sounded as if she wanted to tell them. Almost. She returned to her phone. "...John."

"Okay."

Emily let out a bored sigh from between them and attempted to get comfy. This could be one long journey.


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