After an extremely tedious walk to the bank with John mostly making sure that me and Sherlock behaved, we finally made it to Tower 42, Old Broad Street in other words Shad Sanderson Bank. I walked happily through the revolving glass doors, my spirits instantly rising. I loved revolving doors! They were just so FUN! It was like a merry go round and a mirror all at once! In fact, during the summers when John and I were bored out of our minds we would play games in the revolving doors that were attached to the shop down the street from us. My favorite was always tag when we would run around in circles for hours until I ran out of breath or until John caught me. It was always so fun playing with John. And now seeing these revolving doors it brought back memories of the times I had had with him. Speaking of John, I looked at him, watching as his eyes widened at the interior of the bank, his jaw dropping to the floor as he got a better look at how fancy the bank truly was.
"Yes, when you said we were going to the bank …" He exclaimed in awe, looking around him as if this was the most amazing place in the world.
"Yes John he meant Sanderson Bank. Did you really expect Sherlock Holmes to go to any old bank?" I questioned, smiling at my brother's reaction. He was acting like he was at buckingham palace or something. The Sanderson bank wasn't that amazing. It was just a bank.
"It's just …" John started, not able to even form a full sentence. It was like he was in shock or something. What was the big deal, a bank is a bank. Yes, Sanderson bank is a really famous bank for a lot of rich investors. But that wasn't a reason to totally flip out and go into shock!
"Calm down John. It's a bank like any other bank. It's not like you're meeting the bloody queen or anything." I assured John, biting my lip as to not burst out laughing. It was hilarious watching my brother act like a total loon, it was like he was on drugs or something. Everything was rainbows and cupcakes to him, so new and so exciting. Nothing was ever boring to him, which was perhaps both a good thing and a bad thing.
"Yeah." John sighed in embarrassment, meekly following behind me as Sherlock lead us to our destination. We walked into a huge spacey room that seemed to me to be somewhat of a waiting room, the walls were lined with photos and magazines were scattered every which way. In fact, A secretary was even sitting at a desk in the corner typing away at a keyboard with her perfectly styled red nails. Sherlock rolled his eyes, and walked straight past the secretary and into the office on the opposite side of the room, John and I quickly following him in and shutting the door quietly behind us. Another man walking in not too long after us.
"Sherlock Holmes." The man stated, looking at Sherlock in what only be described as hatred. This guy knew Sherlock, that was evident from how he had recognized him. And it was quite obvious that he hated Sherlock for some reason or another. To be honest who didn't hate Sherlock, all the man seemed to do was make people mad at him! It was no surprise that this man seemed to dislike him as well. The question was who was this man? Just by the look of him he looked like a cocky know-it-all. Shouldn't him and Sherlock be great friends at this point? They were after all a perfect match for each other. What did Sherlock ever do to make this guy hate him so much.
"Sebastian." Sherlock replied back, begrudgingly shaking the man's hand.
"Howdy, buddy. How long's it been? Eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?" Sebastian greeted, giving him one of the fakest smiles I have ever seen in my life. Eight years ago, Sherlock was most likely in his late teens or early twenties … so does that mean that this was one of his friends from Uni? No, it couldn't be. Sebastian very much hated Sherlock, and from the look of Sherlock's scowl, Sherlock disliked Sebastian as well. Which could only mean that they were more enemies than friends. Right?
"This is my friend, John Watson." Sherlock explained, gesturing towards John, his eyes unfocused as if he was distracted for some reason.
"Right." Sebastian stated in disbelievement, glancing over quickly at me. His eyes lit up, staring at me like a killer would stare at his next victim. This guy was a perv no doubt about it. A creepy, disgusting perv that looked at girls like a possession or prize to be won, more so than an actual living breathing human being.
"And who is this?" Sebastian asked flirtily, eyeing me up and down, focusing on my breasts a lot longer than he should've. I wanted to knee him in the nuts so bad at that moment, but I knew I couldn't risk getting Sherlock kicked off this case. Besides, I wanted to participate in this case, not watch from behind bars. So instead of acting on impulse I took a deep breath, composing myself so I didn't do anything too harmful to him.
"Abrielle Watson, hi." I replied coldly, glaring at him with as much hatred as I could muster.
"Pleasure to meet you Ms. Watson. What is a beauty like you doing around two gentlemen like these?" Sebastian questioned, staring at me with a hungry smile, his eyes very much lustful as he stared at my body.
"John is my brother, obviously. If you took the time to actually listen rather than ogling me like I'm a piece of meat maybe you'd have figured that out yourself." I bit out, staring him down with an icy fire burning in my eyes. Sebastian raised his eyebrows staring at me with a gaze of curiosity at my rude comment, whilst Sherlock laughed behind me a tiny smile stretching across his lips.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry for my sister's behavior. Abrielle behave." John scolded, looking at me, appalled at my behavior. Yeah, sure apologize to the pervert that's trying to get it on with your little sister. Because you know, that's the smart thing to do of course.
"So, you're doing well. You've been abroad a lot." Sherlock stated, trying his best to defuse the tension in the room.
"Well, some." Sebastian replied nonchalantly, looking at Sherlock as if he were bored out of his mind.
"Flying all the way round the world twice in a month?" Sherlock deduced, looking towards Sebastian in curiosity.
"Right. You're doing that thing." Sebastian said in laughter, pointing at Sherlock like he had said the funniest joke ever. He glanced at me hungrily, not even fazed by my glare as he began to explain why Sherlock's deduction was so hilarious.
"We were at uni together. This guy here had a trick he used to do." Sebastian stated, confirming my earlier hypothesis. So they went to Uni together and they hated each other, either Sherlock did something to make sebastian loathe him, or Sebastian was simply a jerk that picked on Sherlock because he was jealous. I was betting on the second one, which meant I'd need to give this bully a taste of his own medicine. No one should have to deal with bullying, not in school, or in college, or even at work. Sebastian was the lowest of the low, and he'd soon learn not to mess with her … especially when she was cross. He'd learn alright, he'd learn.
"It's not a trick." Sherlock replied quietly, looking down as if the one comment had rendered him unable to answer. He looked so alone, and it was slowly killing me inside. I was once the child that was constantly bullied by the neighbors and laughed at for being different. I understood how Sherlock felt, and no one, especially not Sherlock deserved to feel that way.
"He could look at you and tell you your whole life story." Sebastian said to me, glancing away from me for the quickest of seconds and looking to my brother instead.
"Yes, I've seen him do it." John replied, looking at Sebastian with a small smile, oblivious to the pain that Sebastian was inflicting on Sherlock. He saw the innocent Sebastian, the man that was a polite business man that used to be an acquaintance of Sherlock's. He was the optimist, someone that only saw the mask instead of the true person underneath. I on the other hand, being the very negative person I was, saw the whole truth. The way he smiled at John with the fakest of smiles, and stared at me in hunger, wanting nothing more than to get in my pants. And of course the malice glares that he sent Sherlock, causing Sherlock to break just the tiniest bit. If you were John you would look at Sherlock, and see something akin to boredness. But if you were me, you'd see just how truly alone he actually felt. Sebastian was hurting him, and was most likely bring back some very unwanted memories. The only difference was unlike when he was at Uni, with no friends and no one to help him, this time someone would have his back. This time I would help.
"Put the wind up everybody. We hated him. You'd come down to breakfast in the Formal Hall and this freak would know you'd been shagging the previous night." Sebastian said with a laugh, reminiscing about the past. I gritted my teeth trying my best not to just kill him right here and right now. Yes, Sherlock was abnormal. But he was unique and special in his own way with his own amazing talents. No one should be judged just because of their differences, in fact no one should be judged at all! It was time that this bully understood what it was like to feel insecure. No one was allowed to hurt Sherlock! Not because of his intelligence, and certainly not because of his personality!
"This coming from a man who can't keep a girlfriend, has no friends whatsoever, and looks at women as if their your next meal instead of people that can think for themselves. From the minute you looked at me you haven't done anything but hungrily glance at me. If anything you're the freak around here. Sherlock is smart and you couldn't ever amount up to him no matter how hard you tried. So I'd stop insulting the one person capable of helping you." I bit out, ending my ramble with small smile. I glanced at Sherlock, all traces of sadness long gone, replaced by a brilliant smile. Sherlock was alright now, and that's all that mattered. He wasn't going to be bothered by Sebastian ever again, and that I was sure of.
"We've had a break-in." Sebastian stated quickly, his cheeks now red from embarrassment. That's right, he should be embarrassed! He got what he deserved, justice was served and my work was done here. I was ready for a case now, I was ready for the thrill of the chase and the fun of the adventure. I was ready to catch a killer, or thief, or anything in between. The game was on, and I was ready to win!
