The BSB's stood paced around a display area in the NAM, interviewing Andy.
"When was the last time you saw her?" Ermergerd-Lock asked.
Andy frowned. "In real life or on the cameras?" he asked.
Both Jawn and Ermergerd-Lock exchanged a disgusting look.
"Exqueeze me?" Jawn asked.
"Well," Andy started, "I'm really into Soo Long and I wanna go on a date with her but she keeps saying no. Anyway, I installed cameras around her flat and about London so that I could keep an eye out and try and ask her out the best way possible."
"That doesn't- I- what?" Ermergerd-Lock stumbled.
"That's so wrong." Jawn shook his head and grimaced. "What a creep."
Ermergerd-Lock sighed. "When was the last time you saw her in real life?"
"Three days ago, um, here at the museum. I didn't see her again on the cameras. Last I saw of her, she was getting changed for work that day. This morning they told me she'd resigned just like that. And she left her work unfinished which is weird."
The detective looked over at the teapots on display. Most of them were dull but one was shiny. "What was the last thing she did on her final afternoon?"
Andy brought the duo down to the basement archive and turned on the light.
"She does this demonstration for the tourists. It's a tea ceremony. She'd have packed up her things and put them away in here," he told them before walking them further away from the exit.
They walked to the large book case thing that we had previously seen Soo Long Lmao. They looked at the shelf covered with Hello Kitty stickers when Ermergerd-Lock looked away from shelves and at a life-sized sculpture of a nude woman. As he went to snicker and point it out to Jawn, he noticed yellow spray paint over her eyes.
"Mother of God," Ermergerd-Lock whispered.
There was a horizontal line over her eyes and that upside down eight that he saw at the bank. Andy and Jawn turned around to look over at Ermergerd-Lock.
"Holy shit," Andy muttered. "One and fifteen."
Ermergerd-Lock turned around. "No. It's like the other ones, fifteen and one."
"No," Jawn argued. "You're an idiot. It's clearly one and fifteen."
The detective walked over to Jawn and put his finger on Jawn's lips. "Shhhh!"
The scene faded to black, everyone forgetting that the threat was rendered mute as it was done wrong. Actually, the bro that was threatening Soo Long figured that out as soon as he finished spraying it.
"Shit," I imagine he would've said.
The BSB's walked out of the museum and sighed.
"We have got to find Soo Long Lmao," Ermergerd-Lock said.
Jawn nodded. "If she's alive."
"Ermergerd-Lock!" someone called and they looked over to see Rad running towards them.
"Oh, look who it is," Jawn muttered.
Ignoring Jawn, Rad looked over at Ermergerd-Lock. "I found somethin' you'll like."
He turned around and pranced off, Ermergerd-Lock following behind and Jawn trailing behind.
The trio walked across a bridge and towards the south side of the river.
"Tuesday morning," Jawn whined. "All you gotta do is show up and say the shit was yours."
Ermergerd-Lock rolled his eyes. "Forget about your goddamn court case, lil bitch!"
They continued to walk for a while, unaware that Chinese lady with them dark glasses was watching them. How ominous…
At South Bank Skate Park, Rad lead the BSB's past a few stoners who were out of their minds. Ermergerd-Lock tried to get some second hand smoking in while Jawn held his breath.
"Shit, dude!" a stoned girl said. "This joint is wicked!"
"If you want to hide a tree, then a forest is the best place to do it, wouldn't you say? People would just walk straight past, not knowing, unable to decipher the message," Ermergerd-Lock said.
Jawn would have thought that Ermergerd-Lock was stoned as well, except for the fact that Jawn saw Ermergerd-Lock unable to get any smoke into his lungs.
"There," Rad said, "I spotted it earlier."
Along with a shit load of other paint, there are shades of yellow forming a Chinese symbol. Some were partially covered by other tags and pictures.
"Gasp!" Ermergerd-Lock exclaimed while looking at all that tags. "They have been in here. And it's legit the same paint?"
Rad nodded. "You betcha!"
"Jawn, if we're going to decipher this code, we're gonna need to look for more evidence," Ermergerd-Lock said.
Jawn couldn't believe that Ermergerd-Lock wasn't high. "Of course we'll need more evidence," he said, shaking his head. "This is part of a murder. Just having tags here doesn't solve the fucking crime, Ermergerd-Lock."
Ermergerd-Lock walked down one end of the railway line and found an abandoned spray can on the tracks. He squatted down and picked it up. After sliding his thumb over the nozzle, he smelt it and frowned. It was empty, to his dismay, meaning that he couldn't have a quick fix.
As that went down, Jawn lived the quiet life, walking through an underpass, making a daisy chain and looking at the graffiti and posters on the wall as he went.
The detective skidded around a corner, running his hands over the walls with posters glued onto it. He tore of the corner of one and put it in his pocket before running off again.
On the railway lines, a flashlight skimmed across the tracks.
"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye. Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you," Jawn sang as he walked.
As he finished the chorus, he lifted his flashlight up onto the brick wall. He stepped back, his jaw dropping as he realised the entire wall was covered in Chinese symbols.
"Fuck. Me. Hard," he whispered.
A bit later, Jawn had managed to find Ermergerd-Lock who was looking into a large container thingo.
"Answer your phone, you twat! I've been calling you! I found it! I found the Golden Ticket!"
Ermergerd-Lock gasped. "Gasp!" he said before grabbing Jawn's hand and pulling him back the way he had come.
As they ran, Jawn started to sing the Batman theme song, a smile on his face.
Back at the wall, Jawn and Ermergerd-Lock stared at the now empty wall.
"It's been painter over! What the fuck?!" Jawn exclaimed.
"I don't understand," Jawn said as Ermergerd-Lock shone his light all over the wall. "Ten minutes ago. I saw it. A whole load of graffiti!"
"Somebody doesn't want me to see it," Ermergerd-Lock muttered to himself.
He put his hands on either side of Jawn's head.
"Er, Ermergerd-Lock? What the fuck?" Jawn asked as his phone started to ring.
The detective looked at Jawn's pocket. "Why is it doing that?"
"Reminder to have a cup of tea before bed," the doctor breathed out.
"Alright, now shut up," Ermergerd-Lock demanded and started to spin Jawn around.
My Heart Will Go On (the song from Titanic that caused the angel, Balthazar, to unsink the Titanic so the song would never be real that one time in a Supernatural episode) was playing but both of them ignored it.
"Shh, Jawn, concentrate. I need you to concentrate. Close your eyes."
"What the hell? No! Why? What are you doing?" Jawn asked. Ermergerd-Lock slid his hands down Jawn's arms and gripped onto his upper arms. As they spun in the spot, staring into each other's eyes with 'My Heart Will Go On' playing, Jawn bit his lip.
"I need you to maximise your visual memory. Try to picture what you saw. Can you picture it?" Ermergerd-Lock asked, getting rather close to Jawn.
"Yeah."
"Can you remember it?"
"O-of course."
"Can you remember the pattern."
"I remember everything."
"How much can you remember?"
Jawn flushed as he realised how close they were getting.
"I took a picture."
Ermergerd-Lock froze. Jawn still spun, though, before realising the detective had stopped. "Really?" he asked, cocking his head and pulling an absurd face. "Oh. K."
The doctor opened the photos in his phone and showed Ermergerd-Lock the picture. The detective took a step back, rubbing his neck.
"Hashtag awkward, hey?" Ermergerd-Lock muttered before taking the phone and looking at it.
"But you know what doesn't make sense?" Jawn asked. "If they painted over it after I saw, wouldn't they have been watching me and known that I took a photo? Why'd they paint over it if they knew I'd photographed the wall?
Ermergerd-Lock ignored him and set off back to Baker Street.
A/N: *shuffles over* H-hey guys!
Now, before you stone me...
Nah, go ahead. Stone me. I legit have no excuse. Can I pin this on my novella? Probs not. My apologies I'm such a shitty person.
I'm planning on writing a lot more nowisy. I've got about five weeks left of school, a week of exams, then Christmas holidays. YAY! This is also when I'll find out if I got into uni or not and then we'll either see a lot of fluff or angst. But, lesbi-honest, I always write angst and humour, so nothing will really change much, will it?
Probably not.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I made it a few extra hundred words longer than I planned because I felt bad. I have another chapter pretty much ready to go but I'll wait a bit until I have a few chapters ready after that. I like to have as much ready as possible so that I can suddenly spam you if I want.
Anyway, I think that's about all I wanna say. There was a looooooooooong authors note at the begining of 'Sherlock Holmes the aweosme librarian or something' so check that out and you'll get all the goss.
I have put 'on hold' for my uncompelted works but I might change that, especially if i write more. 'Fresh Perspective' will be edited and made awesomer, 'Sherlock Holmes is a boss Libraraiin' will end in a few chapters maybe. The last one actually made me think "nuh" but we'll see. As for this, I do plan on parodying the entire show but it'll depend on time and such. I'm just waiting for some Mormonarty.
Okie dokie. I think that's all i wanted to say... if you want a more comprehensive thing, check out 'Sherlock Holmes is Molly's bitch' or whatevz. I actually don't know the title.
Alright. Adios!
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