Hello everyone this is my new fanfiction involving Male Sherlock and female John known as Jean Watson. Here are the flowing warnings please note that these are here to warn you that stuff will happen or have happened.
Warnings. Past rape, mentions of past rape, PTSD because of rape, drugs mention as well as forcibly used, attempt rape, animal abuse (not from Jean or Sherlock or from normal good characters)
Disability nerve damage, spinal damage, tremors, PTSD, use of mobility aids.
Also if anyone wants to be a beta reader for me then just let me know I have dyslexic and would like to warn people that there may be grammar mistakes and misspelling.
Chapter 13 The grate game part 1
Sherlock returned about 3 hours later to find Jean Finished reading the book with a cup of tea on the side table.
"Why do you insist on writing a blog Jean?" Jean of course looked up "I.. was not aware you read it" "Of course I read though it considering you never asked me and it my live as well as yours I fill compelled to read it" Jean was slightly hurt by that "I could stop if you wanted?" "Why bother it bringing in customers even when we get boring day's such as today though I have no interest on who cheated with who and who had their fingers in the till or locker it no interest to me but please do make me more flattering next time."
"I been thinking Sherlock that it seems draft that you are able to remember so much observe so much yet the idea of the earth goes round the sun it just seems odd to me that primary school stuff yet you did not know? Is it something to do with your brain palace thing?" "Listen" Sherlock said sitting down Jean went to make him tea "My brain is like a hard drive it only makes sense to put things in there is they are really useful, important ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish and that makes it harder to get to the stuff that matters there are only a handful of people such as myself who use this skill do you not see?"
Jean smiled "Sure I understand but it the solar system" She could not help but dig in a little "Oh for hell what does it matter? So we go round the sun if we went round the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear to me it would not make any difference all that matters to me is the work without that my brain rots I keep telling you that I am married to my work when are you going to get that into your thick skull"
Jean hesitated she asked for that outburst She was used to Sherlock snapping at her but she hopped this morning… things might have changed clearly she was wrong. Sighing Jean got up with the help form Maya "where you going?" Sherlock turned to ask her "Out I need air" Grabbing Maya jean left the flat she was out of the building and crossed the street she was about to turn down the street she heard a exposition Turning Jean's face paled as Bakers Street went up in smoke she Rushed back hearing sirens and people had gathered around already she went up to Sherlock and her flat and sighed as she saw Sherlock was on the floor awake shocked but… he was alive.
Thankfully it was the building across from them She tapped her leg telling Maya to help Sherlock up the man thankfully did except Maya's help. "What on earth happened?" "a gas leak apparently" "you don't think so do you?" "No." The police knocked on their door Mrs Hudson came over she clearly was knocked over in the shock Jean felt guilty that the only person she was worried about was Sherlock who could have clearly look after himself but Mrs Hudson was already had hip problems herself.
The police checked that everyone was fine before boarding up the windows with strong board Sherlock and Jean went to sleep that night Jean toss and turned in her own bed for hours she knew her chances of getting enough sleep was never going to happen. Coming up to 6:30am she got up to make herself a cup of tea and was surprised when she saw Mycroft sitting in her chair.
"What do you want?" Jean asked as she made the tea once more "Tea" "Oh love some" she got together the items and gave Mycroft a cup of tea. "Sherlock's business seems to have blossom since you moved in your blog was wonderful to read how it like to live with him hellish I'd imagine?" "Well there never a dull moment" Jean said they sat in silence they were interrupted by Sherlock coming in. he took his violin and started tuning it again as the blast knocked the key strings.
"Before you say anything Mycroft I can't" "Can't?" "Stuff I got on are just too important I can't spear the time" Jean frowned 'just yesterday he said he was board' but said nothing she allowed Sherlock to have his seat She went to the sofa.. "Oh no Jean Mycroft out of the chair" Mycroft looked surprised "Jean needs her seat back." Mycroft did not move he still spoke "Never mind your usual trivia this is of national importance"
Jean said nothing sipping her tea "Oh…" Both men turned to her "I made some muffins yesterday did you want one Mycroft?" "an yes how is the diet?" Jean smacked Sherlock in the shoulder "Don't be rude one Muffin hardly going to hurt and Mycroft looks much slimmer then the last time I saw him which by the way was two weeks ago" She smiled at Mycroft handing him the muffin "Chocolate Chip hope you're ok with that" Mycroft hesitated before taking one of the plat tasted it and said "Oh this is good and.. perhaps you could get through to him Jean he seems to listen to you" Jean blushed put the plat on the table covering it up before coming back into the front room "What you mean" "I am afraid my brother can be rather intransigent" Sherlock still playing with his violin did not look up as he replied "if you so keen why don't you do it?" "Oh you know I could not possibly be away from the office for long lengths of time not with the Korean elections happening so…. Well you don't need to know that do you? Besides this case has a lot of leg work"
Mycroft got up walked over to Jean "Andrew west known as Westie to his friends, civil servant found dead on the tracks at Battersea Station this morning with his head smashed in" Jean read the first page "Dose not sound like the injuries of someone who jumped in front of the train dose it?" Mycroft turned smiled at Sherlock "I am surprised you did not think Suicide?" "Well no if it was suicide then you would have come to us…. Sorry I mean Sherlock to do the case this would seem like a low 4 and even you would not insult your brother in that way so clearly you think otherwise"
Sherlock chuckled glanced over to Jean he heard the slight deflation of her announcement that they were a team she felt she was insignificant he once again would have to change her ideas at once. "You are my Partner in the case when they come to me I need to think about you as well now so when you refer us as a team do not hesitate to do so and correct others when they say otherwise you work hard when your able." "Quite" Mycroft smiled at Jean "The MoD is working on a new missile defense system the Bruce-Partington Program it called the for it plans where on a memory stick"
This time it was Jeans turn to giggle "That was not very cleaver now was it that just asking for trouble." " It not the only copy but it is a secrete and missing" "Clearly top secret then yet you allowed this to put onto a memory stick?" "Very top secret and we think that Mr West must have taken it home with him we can't possibly risk it falling into the wrong hands" Mycroft turned back to Sherlock "You must find those plans Sherlock Don't make me order you" "I'd like to see you try" "Please think it over good by Jean see you very soon" Sherlock went on to play the violin in a out of tune manner Jean suspected it was to get Mycroft out of the flat quicker she waited till Mycroft was out of the door before saying "Why did you lie? You have nothing on you where threatened to blow the wall up with my gun just yesterday why did you tell your brother that you were busy?"
"Why shouldn't I?" "Oh" Jean realized it "Oh I think I know what going on you did not want to leap to thank your brother for giving you a case because of this stupid sibling rivalry you two have is that it?" Then Sherlock phone went off.
"Sherlock Holmes… of course how could I refuse?" He got up "It Lestrade I have been summon are you coming?" "Only if you want me to?" "Of course I told you yesterday Jean… I would be lost without my blogger" Smiling inside Jean once more took Maya's hardness placed it on the dog and they were out of the flat.
They were at Scotland yard within 20 min Telling the desk receptions who they were after and showing of their identity blast. Lestrade came down to meet them "You like the funny cases don't you? The surprising ones" "Clearly" Sherlock replied Lestrade nodded "Well you'd love this that explosion?" "The gas leak yes?" "No" Sherlock was surprised "No?" "No made to look like one" Jean stopped "I beg your pardon" "Hardly anything left of the place except a strongbox a very strong box" Sherlock looked at it "You have not opened it yet?" "Well no it address to you we x rayed it the things not been tampered with." Sherlock sighed "How reassuring" He took the letter that was with it took it under a light most likely to examined it for finger marks gust that sort of thing. Jean thought as she watched him "it a nice stationary bohemian" He said at last "From the Czech Republic no finger prints?" Lestrade said "no none at all"
"She used a fountain pen parker Duofold, Meridian nib" Lestrade spoke "She" Jean lent over "That a female handwriting" "Correct Jean" Lestrade said "Obviously" Sherlock pulled out a phone… a Pink phone "That the Pink phone" Lestrade asked "What you mean from the study in Pink?" Sherlock was handling the phone "Well clearly this is not the same phone but made to look like" He stopped turned to look at Lestrade Jean clearly blushing "What the Study in pink you read her blog?" Lestrade smiled "Of course I read Jean's Blog we all do… do you really not know the earth goes round the sun?" Sally started to snigger but one look from Jean's glaring Eyes had her stopping right away "It isn't the same phone this one clearly brand new but someone has gone through a lot of trouble to make it look like the same phone. Which means your blog has a far wider readership?"
Jean said nothing she fell into her self a little Sherlock clicked on the phone "You have one new message." There was the normal 5 beeping sound then nothing "Was that it?" Lestrade asked "No there a picture with it" Sherlock showed Lestrade "Well what the hell are we meant to make of that an estate agents photo and a Greenwich pips?"
Sherlock paled a little "It a warning" "A warning" Lestrade asked once again "Some secret societies used to send dried melon seeds orange pips things like that Five pips there warning us it going to happen again" He stopped then looked to Jean "I have seen this place before" Jean followed Sherlock "You mean another boom?"
They left Scotland Yard with Lestrade following them and headed back for the flat Jean paid the taxi before getting out Maya followed her clutching onto her walking Crutch she followed Sherlock once more into the flat but they did not go upstairs this time no they carried further closer to Mrs Hudson flat.
"Mrs Hudson?" Sherlock called out She came out with the keys after Sherlock explained that they needed to get inside.
"You had a look didn't you Sherlock when you first came to see about a flat" Sherlock was trying to unlock the door "It been opened recently" "No can't be that the only key I make spares when I know someone going to move in."
She glanced over to Jean "I can't get anyone interested in this flat It the damp I expect that the curse of the basement I had a place when I first married black mold all up the wall it was" She finished when Sherlock opened the door all three plus dog entered the room.
Sherlock was the first one in then Jean second Lestrade leading up the rear in one of the rooms was a pair of two trainers in the middle of the floor. Maya whimpered slightly next to Jean she felt the need to remind the two "he a boomer remember" As Sherlock bent down to study the trainers. Then the phone rang "Hello" Sherlock said there was ragged breathing on the other side of the phone a women voice by the sounds of her she was middle age maybe in her forties fifties by Jean's guess "Hello… sexy" "Who is this" The women was sobbing "I've sent you…. A little puzzle Just to say hi.." The women was clearly distort by the sounds of things. "Who talking why are you crying?" Sherlock asked softly almost in calming manner. "I'm….. not crying I am typing and this Stupid Bitch is reading this out loud"
Sherlock glanced back to Jean "The curtain rises" "What you mean" She asked "I've been expecting this for some time now" The women's voice sounded again on the other side "12 hours to solve my puzzle Sherlock or I'm going to be so naughty" The phone was cut of "that poor women" Jean began saying "Come Jean we are going to ST Bart's"
So they did "So who do you think it was" When Sherlock came back from examining the evidence "Oh she does not matter she just a hostage no lead there" Jean was not happening "For good sake I was not talking about leads" She was sat down on her walker seat "You're not going to be much use to her" Sherlock explained Jean hard the deep Beeping from the computer "Are they at least going to try and trace the call?" "No the boomer too smart for that pass me my phone Jean" "Well where is it?" She asked looking around on top of the counter "jacket" "Remember what I said Sherlock I am not a door mat if it that close to you get it yourself you're perfectly capable of that"
Sherlock sighed got the phone out of his pockets sighing he placed the phone on top of the counter Jean read it "Mycroft text you 8 times must be important" "Then why didn't he cancels his dental appointment" "His what?" "Mycroft never text if he can talk look Andrew west stole the missile plans tried to sell them got his head smash in for his pains end of story the only mystery is this why is my brother so determined to bore me when somebody else is being so delightfully interesting."
Jean was getting annoyed with Sherlock "Try to remember there is an innocent woman involved in this that might die" "What for people die all the time the hospital is full of dead people why don't you go cry by their bedsides and see what good that dose them Dr Watson" The last part was sneered at her Jean felt slightly put off by that then there was a loud beeping from the computer "Ah" Jean wanted to ask but she was not sure off her place one minuet Sherlock was supportive of her then he shoot her down.
The doors opened Molly came through "Any luck?" She asked "Oh yes we have alright" Sherlock said but then a man opened the door "Oh sorry I didn't" "Oh hi Jim come in". "Jim this is Sherlock Holmes" "Ah" "And err Jean Watson" Maya started to growl at the man when he got closer to Jean who was about to place his hand out for her to shake "So your Sherlock Holmes? Molly told me all about you are you on one of your cases?" Jean felt like the third wheal here and as Jim came closer to stand behind Sherlock in front of Jean she was surprised when Maya barked at Jim coursing the man to go right around instead of standing behind. "Jim here works in the It department that how we meat office romance" Molly said Jim Chuckled Jean could see even from her angle that Sherlock was not interested who Molly was with.
Sherlock glances at Jim "Gay" Molly next to him asked "Pardon?" "I… Nothing I said Hay"
Jim spoke "Well I better be off" He was about to walk behind Sherlock but once more Maya growled at him coursing him to take the other way round. He kissed Molly as he past "I will see you at the fox about Sixish?" "Yeah that fine"
Jean thought the whole thing looked rather sickly from her point of view "By it was nice meeting you" Other then Maya growling at Jim there was not a word said Jean broke it "Yeah… you to"
The man Jim walked out and it was only until he left that Maya calmed down licked her lips and laid down next to Jean who got a treat out to reward her.
"What did you mean Gay we are together?" Sherlock smirked "Yes and domestic bliss, must suits you Molly you have put on 3 pounds since I last saw you" "No..two and a half" "No defiantly three" Jean could see the agitated look on Molly's face "Sherlock that enough" "He is not Gay why do you have to Spoil he is not!" "With that level of personal grooming?"
Jean had to step in "Because he put in a bit of product in his hair? Don't you?" "I wash my hair there is a difference no.. no tinted eye lashes clear sign of taurine cream around the frown lines those tiered, clubber eyes then there is his underwear" Molly calmed down "His underwear?" "Visible above the wasteland very visible very particular brand plus the extremely suggestive fact that he left his number in this dish" Sherlock showed them " I'd say you better break it off now and save all the heart brakes later" Molly glanced at the number "charming I'd say very well done"
"Just saving her time isn't that kindness?" "There is kindness done gently and there is your Kindness done in a clue way" Sherlock said nothing but pulled out the trainers "Go on then tell me what you think about the trainers?"
"I am not going to stand here so you can humiliate me like you just did with Molly" "An outside eye a second opinion "Really Sherlock you did not care much for my opinion earlier" "Come on it very useful to me for a second look" "Yeah right" Jean wanted nothing of this after his attitude to her "Really I won't humiliate you just want a second opinion" Sighing Jean picked up the trainers.
"Ok so… there in pretty good nick at first glance I'd say they are knew but the sole looks well warn… so either they were used inside only or the owner loved these" She glanced to Sherlock who nodded "Yes your on sparkling form what else?" Jean moved them round in her hands to examine the markings more …. "Er Sport trainers I'd say they look rather large so a male pair in the 80s style very recto design?" Hesitating she sighed "That all I got so how did I do?" "Well Jean really well?" "But?" "There are a few items you missed out but really not bad at all "The owner loved these scrubbed them every time they started to discolour changed the lasses three… no four times there are traces of flaky skin where his fingers come into contact with them so he suffered from eczema the shoes are well worn more so on the inner side which means the owner had weak arches these are also British-made about 20 years old" "Hang on 20 years?" "These are not Recto these are original limited edition two blue strips 1989"
Jean grabbed them "But there still mud on them they look new" Sherlock glanced at them once more "Yes someone kept them that way quite a bit of mud caked on the soles analyses shows it form Sussex with London Mud overlaying it" Jean looked at Sherlock "How on earth did you know that?" "Pollen clear as the map reference to me south of the river to so the kid who owned these trainers come to London from Sussex 20 years ago but left them behind" "But.. that does not make sense if he loved them like you said something must have happened to him" Sherlock agreed "It as you said something bad happened to him for the kid would never have left them here unless he had to he would never have left them filthy for so long." Jean sat on her seat once more Sherlock started to talk again "So a child with big feet gets oh" "What?" "Carl Powers" Jean looked confused "Sorry who Carl Powers" "Carl Powers Jean it where I began"
Silence filled the air.
Ok another chapter done hopped you all enjoyed this one as well. Over and out.