Chapter Two
Sherlock Holmes eyed his companion, John. Hoping that somewhere in his mind he could find a perfectly good explanation for what happened to Harry.
"Sherlock?"
"yes John."
"you are going to call my sister-"
"No."
"Ask her back out to dinner-"
"No."
"And apologize."
"Absolutely not, John! She is working with-"
"She is not working with the enemy!" John stood up, with his emotions exploding there was no way he would just sit there and talk to his friend, "Sherlock! You need help! You've gone completely mental! I know for a fact that my sister would never side with some lunatic like you!"
"John, She is, she-" Sherlock's voice got weaker from the words john was aiming at him.
"I know what you are saying Sherlock but there is no reason for me to believe you." He stopped, taking in the tension-filled air, "You hurt my sister Sherlock. I wouldn't be mad for any other reason, but you hurt my sister. No please go and call her. I, on the other hand, am going to the clinic."
Sherlock watching as John went out the door. Sighing he picked up the phone
John furiously made his way to the clinic, to his spare job, to get away form his annoying flat mate.
He walked in to see Mary, The receptionist for the office and obviously Johns current, as people would put it, Crush.
Mary smiled, lifting her eyes from her computer, "Long night I suppose."
John gave out an undernoted laugh, "You have no idea, Sister meeting a sociopath flat mate, don't worry if you missed it, it will probably be all over the headlines."
Mary laughed, "My night wasn't nearly as fun as yours was. Nothing was on the telly, besides Doctor Who and the news."
Smiling john tapped his fingers on the desk, "Y-you wan-"
"john." Mary looked nervously away.
"Yes?"
"Do you want to go out with me?" Mary's voice interrupted, it's alarming question coming out like the bell at the end of a typewriter.
"Um- What?" John stopped, composing himself, "I would love to , Mary, when, exactly?"
She smiled with confidence as the waiting room kept filing up with patients, "Tonight at seven, you can bring your sister and your flat mate, sort of like a double date, you know, it would ease up the tension."
The stack of Patient papers and reviews in Mary's hands, transferred to johns with no warning, causing him to jump.
Johns mind flourished, trying to comprehend the complexity of the sentence and the papers, "Okay, sounds great," He finally regained eye contact, "I'll be picking you up around seven."
With joy, Mary beamed, "Oh, good, I was hoping you would say that," She leaned forward, planting a kiss on his cheek, "See you later, John."
John walked to his office, to wait for the next patient, And on his way back, he did a little dance as he forgot about the night before.
Sherlock let the phone ring to voicemail, knowing fully well that is was Harry Watson calling him back from the calls she missed from him.
He finally picked it up with a grunt after leaving it ringing for 5 calls. Clearing his throat he gave a small, "Hello."
"Oh Sherlock, were you ignoring me?" Harry answered surprised, "I wouldn't have guessed you would have called me." She lied, twirling her hair, "You must have so many questions about Mori-"
"Would you like to accompany me to dinner tonight?" He asked, displeased with the idea all together.
"What?" There was a crackling of deathly silence from the other end.
"Will you or will you not join me for dinner?" He repeated, rolling his eyes, "I'm assuming john will be there, because he was the one who begged me to do this as an apology and he will probably have a date, so it's probably going to be at that one fancy restaurant on 23rd."
"Sherlock Holmes, you know how to make a girl swoon," She said, her voice a little shaken and off guard at the recent questions. She still smiled anyway and looked over and whispered to the man sitting next to her and then directed her question to Sherlock. "Will this be at eight or nine?"
"Seven sharp. You are staying at the double tree, yes?"
"Yes I am, oh and Mr. Holmes?" She chimed in.
"Yes." Sherlock paced the room, getting even more restless as he listened to the silent whispers.
"My employer would like to arrange a meeting with you soon. He is dying to see you."
"good night Harry." He hung up, throwing the phone at the wall where he had made a web of the path of the evil psychopath. He had a chance to contact Moriarty, he could have ended all of this.
Quietly to himself Sherlock Holmes said, "Dying to see me? I bet you are, but you are going to have to wait."