Hey, it's me again! Sorry I keep posting these so close together, but I'm on Easter Break from school and have been typing a lot for this story. I hope it's as good as I think it is. Enjoy!
"Hello again," I hear from behind me. I just knocked on the door of the address I received yesterday, 221b Baker Street. Sherlock was just stepping out of a cab.
"Sherlock," I nod politely. "This is a prime spot, must be expensive."
"Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, is giving me a special deal. Owes me a favor. A few years back, her husband got sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out."
"You stopped the man from being killed?" I ask, not believing it.
"Oh, no, I insured it." He smiles as the door opens. "Mrs. Hudson!"
"Hello, Sherlock dear. Who's your friend?" She winks at me, making me blush unconsciously.
"Mrs. Hudson, this is Jane Watson." He avoids Mrs. Hudson's hug and heads inside. Instead of going in as well, she grabs me in a tight embrace.
"It might not look like it, but he could really use a friend these days," she whispers in my ear.
"I'll try my best." She lets me go and leads me upstairs. In the flat sits piles and piles of stuff, papers strewn around the room. Hasn't moved out yet, no, just moved in. Sherlock stands by the fireplace, rearranging a few things. "This could be nice, really nice."
"My thoughts exactly. So, I went ahead and moved in," he tells me, not looking around
"I knew it." I smile as he turns around in confusion. "I thought, since it was messy, someone hasn't moved out or already moved in. And your computer is open to your website."
"You-" he starts.
"I know, I'm good." He steps closer, almost too close for comfort. I'm forced to tilt my head up to see him, straining my neck.
"You. I know you but I don't know you," he whispers, leaning in even closer. "What are you?"
"Claustrophobic. If you could step back a little, thanks." He turns away as if nothing happened, taking his coat off. I take mine off as well, placing it on one of the armchairs
"So, Miss Watson," Mrs, Hudson starts. "There's another bedroom upstairs, if you'll be needing two."
"Of course we'll need two, why would we not need two?" She doesn't pay attention, just walks into the kitchen.
"Sherlock, the mess you've made."
"Just ignore her, she doesn't know anything," he comments. "She's not my housekeeper!" He calls after her.
"How about these suicides then, Sherlock?" She asks, ignoring the statement. "Three all the same-"
"Four," Sherlock interrupts, looking out of the window. "There's been a fourth, but something is different this time." Soon, a man bursts in, panting for breath. "Where?"
"Brixton. Lauriston Gardens."
"What's different? You wouldn't come to get me if there wasn't something different."
"They left a note. Will you come?"
"Who's on Forensics?"
"Anderson."
"Anderson won't work with me."
"He won't be your assistant."
"I need an assistant!" He insists.
"Will you come?" He asks for a final time. Sherlock pauses, in thought.
"Not in a police car, I'll be right behind." The man nods and runs down the stairs again.
"What was that about?" I ask, turning back to Sherlock as he puts his coat back on.
"He needs me to look at a body. I'll be back tonight, don't wait up." He walks out the door without another word.
"Okay, I'll just stay here," I say to myself, sitting down.
"Would you like some tea, dear?" She asks from the kitchen.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson."
"Just this once, I'm not your housekeeper." I smile a little as she says this.
"I know, I know. By the way, I'm a doctor, maybe I should take a look at that hip." I realize what I said as she walks back into the room.
"How did you know about my hip?" She asks, putting her hand on her hip.
"Lucky guess?" I try to convince her, but it doesn't work. Thankfully, the kettle screams, drawing her back into the kitchen.
"You're good," I jump and see Sherlock in the doorway, standing passively.
"Thanks, I try." He smirks a little, stepping into the room a bit more.
"You're an army doctor." He realizes.
"Yep."
"So you've seen a lot of injuries then. Violent deaths."
"Kinda in the job description."
"Bit of trouble too I bet."
"Enough for a lifetime." He stands silent for a moment.
"Want to see some more?" I smile.
"Oh, God yes." He motions with his arm for me to follow him. I grab my coat and run after, slamming the door closed.
I originally had this written how I wanted, but as I was copying it I changed a lot. A bit too much... Oh well! At least now there aren't as many plot holes. Fun fact: Sherlock and Jane were supposed to be romantically involved in the future, but now I have to change it. I forgot for awhile that Sherlock's asexual, and I don't really want to change that for the sake of the story. If you really want them to be romantically involved, tell me somehow so I can write it in before it's too late.
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