"I'm going out with Lily tonight, alright Sherlock?" John called over the loud violin music. Sherlock paused and turned to his flatmate.
"Is that the one with the dog or the school teacher?" he asked. John rolled his eyes, grabbing his coat.
"She's the nurse." he answered, walking out of the flat. Sherlock took his chance and grabbed both his and John's laptops, the boxes of newspaper clippings, and some books. He spread everything out in a circle so he could multitask.
Clearly, the detective was looking for something, but why wait for his closest friend and colleague to leave the building?
Well, the truth was he was doing research on Samie's friend the 'Doctor'. He had dug through libraries, documents, reports, sightings- even visiting witnesses- and had been doing such for the past month and a half.
He was determined to know everything there was to know about this mysterious man who had been visiting lately, everything including his secrets. This meant the detective had to call in some favors.
"Would you shut up?"
Sorry, I'm just writing the story.
"Well, could you stop?"
Uh, no. If I stopped writing the story, the readers wouldn't be able to know what was happening.
"It's annoying. Type quieter." Sherlock grumbled. The detective had clearly broken the fourth wall, or in his case, shot it.
'Ahem', yes anyways. So, Sherlock had called in some favors and was just now receiving information.
"No records of a man of his description being arrested in the Yard or the American bureau." Lestrade read off his result to Sherlock, who was pacing angrily with phone in hand.
"Did you search 'Doctor'?" he asked.
"Yes. Why do you even need to know? Is he a lead on a case of yours or something?" Gregg leaned over his desk, setting his papers aside.
"..." Sherlock ended the call and tossed his phone to the couch.
"Damn... None of this makes since." Sherlock cursed, laying three separate article fragments on the tea table. Two had a similar looking man and the other had a taller, broader man.
Each article mentioned a man by the name of The Doctor. In the first two articles, the man looked identical to the one that Samie spent so much time with. Mysteriously, all pictures were taken more than forty years previous.
'Knock Knock'
Sherlock sighed, waving his hand dismissively at the door.
"Sherlock? I know John is out, and you don't really bother making yourself food when you're like this. Mrs. Hudson is off with her knitting club, so I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner tonight?" Samie opened the door and frowned slightly at the flat, which was in shambles.
"I might." Sherlock mumbled, covering some of the papers with his arms and closing both laptops.
"Hm. What are you working on? You don't usually have everything so unorganized. Most of the time it'd be pinned on the wall or in a neat pile." Samie peaked over Sherlock's shoulder.
"It's nothing, needn't worry about it." he hunched over his work slightly. Samie furrowed her brow in thought.
"What are you trying to hide from me?" she asked.
"I told you, it's nothing." Sherlock insisted, gathering his papers and setting them face down in their box.
"Then why are you keeping me from seeing it?" Samie demanded.
"I don't know where you are getting that idea from." Sherlock feigned innocence, stacked the laptops on his box and started walking away to his room.
"WILLIAM SHERLOCK SCOTT HOLMES, YOU STOP RIGHT THERE."
Sherlock stood dead in his tracks. Samie never said his full name, not even when he had shot her window for an experiment. This meant trouble.
"I am not some naïve child you can avoid, what are you hiding?" Samie glared daggers at Sherlock's back. He turned his head, hoping to relieve the burning on the back of his neck.
"What's for dinner?" He wondered, knitting his eyebrows together in curiosity. Samie sighed, rubbing her temple with her forefinger. She knew Sherlock was tring to avoid the subject, but there was no use pushing him now. So, she decided to play along.
" 'Effing Fisherman's Pie and fried shallots and potatoes." she replied. Sherlock smiled, setting the box down in the hallway.
"I look forward to it." he nodded.
Samie shook her head in amusement. Sherlock was so cheeky that he'd escaped her questions.