Sherlock and John had been out for most of the day, which was a blessing. The constant pacing and muttering and shouting and all in all loud, irritating noises, had been grinding on Lizzie's nerves for nigh a day and a half. Early this morning, the door of the flat had slammed and there had been utter, sacred silence.
The first thing Lizzie had done was take a nice relaxing bath. She decided she might stay in and bake, but then realized that, alas, Sherlock had taken her milk. She smirked to herself as she recalled the very satisfying look on Sherlock's face as she told him to 'shoo'.
"Priceless," she snickered at the door jam.
Deciding she might as well go get some more milk, Lizzie grabbed her coat and her purse. Locking the door behind her with her habitual, "If you open, under any circumstances than a key, I will kill you. Kill you dead." Lizzie walked out in to the lovely, London…
Rain.
Lizzie scowled. Rain was not her favorite thing in the world. Not by a long shot. Yanking the hood up over her head, Lizzie stomped down the street, grumbling about several different things, two of which were rain and milk. Then it became three once the milk reminded her of Sherlock.
Entering the shop, Lizzie stomped angrily down the dairy section and yanked a carton of milk off the fridge. Stomping back towards the cash register, she slammed it down in front of the spacey looking clerk, who seemed to draw enough energy up (barely) and five her a price. Lizzie slapped the money down and snatched the carton of milk.
Rain always ruined her good mood…
She walked out of the shop and promptly got plowed over.
"Hey!" She struggled to her feet. "Watch where you're going! Are you st- Sherlock?"
The retreating figure froze and turned around. "Miss Naevee." Sherlock nodded stiffly.
"Wh-"
"Obviously I'm working. Now, if you don't mind, I have many important things to do, other than stand here and talk aimlessly," Sherlock snapped.
"Ouch," Lizzie muttered, turning away.
By then, it had stopped raining, luckily for the pedestrians. Because if it hadn't Lizzie probably would have murdered one of them. It actually turned rather decent, so Lizze decided she might as well make the best of it. Dropping her newly acquired and soon-to-be-coveted-so-Sherlock-dosen't-take-it-again milk off at her flat (as you can see see she finally got the two sorted out), Lizzie stepped out for her very first bout of sightseeing.
Sadly, she didn't get to see any sights…
Fifteen minutes into her walk, there was a small crowd. Lizzie scowled and almost turned around to walk back, but unfortunately, curiosity got the best of her. Moving forward, Lizzie strained to peer over shoulders. While she wasn't short, she wasn't exactly tall either, and most of the onlookers were tall. Finally, she got somewhere near the front, and managed to get a glimpse of what was going on.
Or, more specifically, what wasn't going on.
There on the ground, was a very dead person.
Really, there was no way they could be alive, due to the lack of a head. The head was nowhere in sight. Lizzie wrinkled her nose and felt more than a little sick to her stomach. Her luck seemed to have crawled into a dark hole somewhere in Antarctica and died. But at the same time, she understood why people stopped and stared. Some sights are so horrible that you honestly can't tear yourself away.
Police cars pulled up with wailing sirens and soon her and her fellow gawkers were being shoved unceremoniously away from the horrible sight.
"Come on, come on, move it people," said a very ugly rodent-like man with greasy hair, a squint, and a voice that sounded like he had a cup stuck to his mouth. Even if he was off-putting, Lizzie obediently backed away. She actually went to leave altogether when her luck combusted as it lay dead in the hole in Antarctica.
"Miss Naevee, fancy meeting you here," Sherlock said blandly. Strangely, there was, like earlier, now that she thought of it, no John to be seen.
"Uh, Sherlock… Hi," Lizzie said awkwardly.
Sherlock ignored her and moved by, ducking under the newly taped police tape. Lizzie shrugged and walked away, vainly attempting to erase the bloody headless body from her head.
"Where are you going?" It was Sherlock again. Lizzie rolled her eyes.
"Somewhere that doesn't contain a bloody headless body, thank you very much," she snarked.
"Since John isn't here, you can assist me." Sherlock continued walking away.
"Excuse me?" Lizzie gawked at his back.
No.
No, she wasn't going to help the idiot with anything.
"Have a nice day!" she called after Sherlock's retreating back.
Turning, she walked back to her flat, still replaying the sight of her first dead body.
oOo
"You left."
Lizzie rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I did."
"Why did you leave?" Sherlock asked, looking honestly confused.
"I would have thought, with your dewhatsit skills, that I don't appreciate being ordered around." Lizzie crossed her arms and gave him stern look.
"Deduction," Sherlock corrected.
"Whatever." Lizzie went to shut the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I have ice cream and turtle documentaries to watch. Have a nice night."
"Wait, don't you even care who the killer is?" Sherlock look positively baffled now.
Lizzie pretended to think for a moment. "Mmmm. Not really… I just want them in jail. Or dead… Preferably dead… But I don't want to know who did it. I just want to erase what I saw with ice cream and turtles."
Sherlock stared at her.
Lizzie stared back and slowly shut the door while keeping eye contact with the tall 'consulting' detective. When it was closed, she picked up her ice cream and made her way to the couch.
"He's so weird."
A/N:
Hey guys! So yeah… it's finally moved forward, and I suggest you be excited for the next chapter! BECAUSE SOMETHING ACTUALLY HAPPENS *GASP*
Thank you guys so much for all the reviews! They make me very happy! I might actually have the next chapter out tonight, so keep an eyeball open people… No promised though *facepalm*
Many thanks to-
Nimrodel626- LOL really? BAHAHHAAH that's hilarious… I haven't seen the Imitation Game yet, though I want to… *looks interested* Oh you did! YAY. Don't worry, I shall not give any spoilers *zips lips* Wonderful! You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that Sherlock is in character :3 LOL did you do that, or did you just see that somewhere XD BECAUSE THAT IS AWESOME. THAT IS SOMETHING I WOULD DO… ^_^ Agoreg vae, mellon!
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