Diving into A Scandal in Belgravia now! There's going to be some jealous Rachel as well as Sherlock! Enjoy :)
I held my breath as Sherlock lowered the gun to the bomb vest. I really didn't expect being blown to bits while holding Sherlock's hand. Oh well, first time for everything.
Moriarty smiled at us and Sherlock cocked the gun-
Ah ah ah ah Stayin' alive, Stayin' alive!
What? Who forgot to turn off their phone!? Moriarty sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket.
"Do you mind if I get that?" He asked politely, as if we weren't about to be killed.
"No no, please. You've got the rest of your life" Sherlock replied nonchalantly, gun still aimed at the vest. I looked at John who mirrored my expression: confusion.
"Hello? ... Yes, of course it is. What do you want?" Moriarty asked into the phone.
"Sorry" He mouthed to us. I was about to facepalm but Sherlock cut me off.
"Oh it's fine" he replied sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes as I watched Moriarty listening with disinterest to whoever was talking to me.
"SAY THAT AGAIN!" I flinched as he bellowed into the phone.
"Say that again, and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you" Moriarty said venomously into the phone. Sherlock glanced at John and I before readjusting his grip on the gun.
"Wait" Moriarty said into the phone. Maybe he's having second thoughts about killing us? He lowered the phone and approached us once more.
"Sorry. Wrong day to die" He said sadly, as if it brought him to tears that he can't kill us.
"Oh. Did you get a better offer?" I asked him, trying to sound more casual then scared.
"You'll be hearing from me Sherlock" Moriarty said, turning around and walking towards the door. He opened the door but turned around and looked me in the eye.
"Goodbye darling" He said with a sickening smile before strolling out. I heard John let out a relieved breath as the red spots on us disappeared, meaning we wouldn't have bullet holes in our hearts at the end of the day.
"What happened there?" I asked Sherlock.
"Someone's change his mind" He explained.
"But the question is: Who?" He added, probably thinking already. Subconsciously, my hand traced the outline of the brand new scar I've gotten from Moriarty at the pool. Next time I see that man, I will strangle him.
"Show me" Sherlock said, his deep voice breaking the silence.
"What?" I asked, clearly confused. Sherlock sighed and took my arm, lifting my shirt sleeve and examining my bruising.
"He did this?" Sherlock asked quietly.
"Yes" I replied with more confidence then I really had. Sherlock let go of my arm and pocketed the gun.
"Right. Shall we go now?" John asked. I nodded and followed Sherlock and John out of the pool. What did Sherlock deduce about the scarring on my arm? I believe he's found out a lot about it, considering it's something important that Moriarty had carved into my skin with a knife.
There on my arm, bloody and barely readable, were 8 letters:
K
I drank my tea as John typed away on his blog. He's been typing for a long time now and I was getting curious.
"What are you typing?" I asked from my seat on the couch.
"Blog" he replied simply.
"About?" Sherlock asked as he began leafing through a newspaper. He was wearing a red dressing gown today over a white button down and his black trousers. What is it with him the those dressing gowns?
"Us" John stated.
"You mean me" Sherlock corrected.
"Shut up Sherlock" I said as John chuckled. I ignored the glare that came from the detective and continued sipping my tea.
"Why?" John asked.
"Your typing a lot" Sherlock said. Well I knew John was tying about something! The doorbell rang and I glanced at the door. Client.
"Right then. What have we got?" Sherlock said as he took off his robe and tossed it into his armchair. I laughed as he ran down the stairs to the front door.
I buried my head in my hands. Sherlock has asked to take notes on his new cases while I didn't have any reports to write. I glanced down everything I've jotted down so far and I knew Sherlock was standing behind me, reading everything I wrote.
-Stolen possessions after the death of a relative
-Paranoia about questions on a death
-Stalking
And the list goes on with all sorts of boring cases. And that is coming from me not Sherlock. I looked up from my notepad at the man who sat in a chair in the middle of the living room. I sat in Sherlock's armchair (after many arguments) and John sat in his own. Sherlock kept pacing back and forth behind me, barely listening to what the man said.
"My wife seems to be spending a lot of time at the office" The man summed up. I bit my lip to stifle my laughter. This man wants us to find out why his wife is at the office? Before I opened my mouth and explained that she's having an affair, Sherlock kicked my chair.
"Boring" Sherlock declared.
I glared at Sherlock after he almost brought the woman before us to tears. She sniffled and looked up at us.
"I think my husband may be having an affair" She said as calmly as she good.
"Yes" Sherlock replied flatly. As he walked past his armchair, which I comfortably sat in, I kicked his shin. He almost tripped and glared at me. I returned him a smile. He can't just go around telling people their partners are having affairs! He's a bloody idiot and I'll tell him off for that.
I hid my smile with my hand as I was about to start laughing. John was biting and lip and staring at the floor, refusing to keep eye contact with the creepy man before us. Sherlock, of course, seemed completely unfazed by the funeral urn in the man's hand.
"She's not my real aunt. She's been replaced – I know she has. I know human ash" The man cried. I can't take this anymore, this man is just crazy (No I'm not talking about Sherlock.
"Get out" I said as I pointed towards the door. After the door closed, the three of us burst into laughter.
I didn't even bother listening to the business man and his 2 bodyguards. I sat in the kitchen, sipping tea as Sherlock declared the case boring. I never did understand how Sherlock could say if a case is boring or not without looking into the details. The doorbell ran once more and John went to get it this time.
"When are you actually going to accept a case?" I asked Sherlock as I came in the living room and sat down in his arm chair.
"When it's not boring" He replied with a smirk as John came into the living room, following by 3 teenage boys. One of the boy sat down in the chair while the other 2 stood at his sides.
"We have this website. It explains the true meaning of comic books, 'cause people miss a lot of the themes" The boy in the chair explained. Sherlock shook his head in disinterest and headed towards the kitchen.
"But then all the comic books started coming true" The boy quickly added. I watched with surprise as Sherlock walked back slowly and narrowed his eyes. This should be fun, he's accepted a case!
I sat on the couch as John typed away on his blog about the new case. Sherlock quickly came up behind him and leaned over shoulder, reading what it said on the screen.
"The Geek Interpreter? What's that?' Sherlock asked as he straightened up.
"It's a title" John explained.
"No John, you should have called it 'Rachel and the Geeks'" I said, remembering the moment the boys came into the room and stared at me like love-struck idiots. John chuckled and shook his head.
"What does it need a title for?" Sherlock asked as he glanced at me for a moment. John smiled but didn't reply.
I sat at my laptop, typing away about the case Lestrade had told me Sherlock figured out. Something about a blond woman with red specks all over her body. I heard shouting above me but I ignored it. If Sherlock broke something John can definitely figure it out without me.
After the report about the blond woman was done, I quickly shut my laptop and headed upstairs for the real details on the cases. Not bothering to knock on the wide open door, I found Sherlock actually eating breakfast in the kitchen and John typing away on his blog, again.
"Sherlock, are you eating?" I asked in disbelief. Sherlock glared at me while John chuckled. Well this is certainly new. I walked over to Sherlock and took a piece of toast from his plate.
"John, if you wanted me to eat, tell her not to steal my food" Sherlock said.
"Sherlock, I only want you to eat so you don't die from starvation" John explained without looking up from his laptop. I took a bite out of the toast as Sherlock stood up and walked over to John. He leaned over his shoulder and looking at the screen.
"Oh, for God's sakes!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"What?" John asked, a bit of alarm in his voice.
"'The Speckled Blond!?" Sherlock asked. I laughed quietly and ignored Sherlock's glare as he walked back to the kitchen. John has a gift for titles. I finished the toast and headed down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
Stopping in front of the door, I cautiously pulled the knob. Two small, fiery haired girls stood at the doorstep.
"Can we see Mr. Holmes?" The smallest asked. I smiled and nodded. Well, they are quite adorable, I hope Sherlock doesn't bring them to tears. They followed me up the stairs and into the living room. John smiled kindly at the 2 little girls while Sherlock sighed annoyingly.
I kept my eye on Sherlock in case he was about to scare the little girls while I listened to their story.
"They wouldn't let us see Granddad when he was dead. Is that 'cause he'd gone to heaven?" The little girl asked.
"People don't really go to heaven when they die. They're taken to a special room and burned" Sherlock explained. John sighed and rubbed his temples from an upcoming headache. I kept calm until the little girls left, almost crying. I stood up and walking over to Sherlock.
"Sherlock" I said, my disappointed swimming in the name.
"What do you want Rachel?" He asked, somewhat annoyed. That's when I noticed something. He's been acting strange since he came back from the case Lestrade had offered him yesterday.
"It's about that case isn't it?" I inquired, crossing my arms.
"What case?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"The case that you weren't able to solve. Yes I know about it, Lestrade had me write a report about it" I explained the a smirk.
"Is there a point to this?" Sherlock asked, moving over to his violin and plucking the strings.
"Yes there is. You can't talk to little children like you do to everyone else" I said sternly.
"And why are children an except to the way I speak with everyone else?" Sherlock asked as he let go of his violin and stepped closer to me. I shifted my weight and avoided looking into his eyes. I knew I would break if I looked into his eyes. He probably knew that too.
"So your saying that when you have children, your going to talk to them like you talk to Anderson?" I said with a smirk. Sherlock's eyes widened and he stepped back.
"Did I really just render Sherlock Holmes speechless by talking about the prospect of family?" I asked teasingly. Sherlock turned on his heel and walked out of the room. I winced as I heard the front door slam. He must be really angry if he didn't take his coat or even his blazer before leaving.
"Yeah I should fix this" I said to John who has been watching us with an amused expression the whole time.
"Yes, you really should" John agreed as he sipped his tea. I sighed and quickly ran down the stairs. I bolted through the door and looked around the busy street for any sign of a freakishly tall man with curly hair. I was about to go right when I bumped into someone.
"I'm really sorry" they said. I looked at who I bumped into quickly. It was a tall man, almost as tall as Sherlock. He was wearing a brown stripped suit with red converse. He had crazy hair that actually looked quite nice.
"It's alright, I wasn't looking where I was going" I said as I gathered my bearings.
"I'm Rachel, by the way" I added as I stretched my hand out. The man smiled and shook my hand.
"Nice to meet you Rachel" He said before running off. I looked back at his disappearing form. Before turning on my heel, I noticed a curly head turn the left corner of the street. Turning left, I ran the same way the man I encountered has. He was quite strange, especially with his red converse and crazy hair.
So just like in the beginning of A Scandal in Belgravia, I added the small cases they had. And can anyone guess who it was that Rachel met before running after Sherlock? I might actually be adding more of that man but he won't look the same... (I also wonder if you noticed my reference to the episode of Doctor Who 'Left', as in if Rachel turned right, she wouldn't have found Sherlock but she turned left!) Review!