A/N I should probably add the obligatory note about how I don't own any of the Sherlock characters, I do however own Katy
Onwards…
Katy woke in a huge bed, in a beautiful room; she groaned, stretched, and then rolled over before snuggling back into the soft pillow. She had no clue where she was, but it was so comfortable that she hardly cared.
Consciousness came back a bit later with an amazing, bitter, nutty smell;it was comforting and though she had no idea where she was, she wasn't scared. No one was trying to kill her here; she would figure the rest out later. She sat up in the bed and stretched, before searching for the source of the amazing smell; it turned out to be a steaming mug of hazelnut coffee. She wrapped her hand around the mug and lifted to her chest, before turning her attention to the note that sat beside it.
'Good morning,'it said. 'So you are probably slightly confused. Please come down to the living room when you feel ready and I will try to explain things to you. Jim.'
Katy read the simple note a few times before folding again and finished her coffee; she set the empty cup back on the bedside table and noticed there was no clock. The lack of time dawned on her, she had no idea how long it had been since the park; it felt like a lifetime, but it could have been only a few days. She wasn't sure which bit scared her more; she glanced around the room again, now that her head was slightly clearer than before.
It was neat and well decorated and she felt a whole load safer here than she had in the messy, boyish interior of the previous flat. The room consisted of, wooden floors, a Queen sized bed, at the foot of which was a sandy coloured fabric sofa lined with purple cushions and between that and the door was a purple rug. To the left of the bed were a large oak wardrobe and an oak chest of drawers and to the right was another doorway leading to an ensuite bathroom. The only windows in the room were either side of the bed; Katy could see the light outside in from behind the rich purple of the fabric.
Once again she wondered what the time was, she hunted around for her phone and quickly realized it was not going to be found; it must have been taken from her when she was kidnapped. Then she realized that she was still in the same clothes she had been in before. Lying on the sofa was a dress and, even though it wasn't really her style, she decided that anything would look better than what she was currently wearing; she took it to the ensuite bathroom. It wasn't until she saw her reflection that the memories of what had happened since the park came back. She took in what she saw, the tear stained eyes and short messy hair; Katy couldn't help but think of the Biblical account of Sampson, who lost his strength when Delilah cut his hair. She pushed those thoughts away and tidied herself up a bit; showering and getting dressed helped her relax after the harrowing image that she had seen in the mirror. Though she had to admit that the sun dress looked alright on her, she was far from comfortable in it; she shrugged off the discomfort and went searching for the living room.
It was easy enough to find, as it was just left after the bottom of the stairs, and she found her hero lounging on the sofa typing on a laptop. When she entered, he noticed her almost right away and closed the lid of his device.
"Hello" He gestured to the armchair facing him, giving her a kind expression as he spoke "I'm Jim"
"Katy" She replied, looking around the room only for a moment, before looking back "What am I doing here?"
"I saw what happened in the park and the man, Sherlock Holmes, is not a nice man." Jim looked down, as if a tragic memory was haunting him and he took a breath before continuing. "He thinks you are working for me and assumed you have important information, I feel partly responsible for what happened."
Katy frowned, the more this man spoke the more her head spun; she couldn't keep up" Why, what did you tell him?"
"I may have hinted that you worked for me but I had no idea he would find you and come after you."
"Why would he care if I worked for you? Who are you?" Jim smiled at the question; many people had asked just what she had and, well, many people died when that happened.
"I am a" he paused, as if searching for the perfect word, "consultant. I help people with their security systems. The man who abducted you, he is an international jewel thief but he sidelines as a consulting detective to cover his tracks." The slight smile Jim had on his face turned into a full on smirk; she nodded, taking the new information in slowly, as her head still seemed to be a bit fuzzy." Sherlock thinks you knew where to find the floor plans for a certain sheikh's vault. That was the information he wanted. This sheik though, he is worth billions, he's put most of his money into one diamond, the Darya-ye Noor, sister stone of Koh-I-Noor. Sherlock wants to steal it. I want to make sure no onewill."
"Wait," Katy muttered. "Koh-I-Noor, isn't that part if the crown jewels?"
"Indeed," Jim was surprised at the information, that she actually knew, and in the back of his mind, he knew someone was going to be in trouble; they had told her she was a simple, petty thief. That she only did small jobs to pay the bills. "Now, though. I have some work to do. There is a library upstairsif you want to do some reading, I'm afraid the only computer I have is here" He gestured to the laptop beside him. "And it has sensitive information on, so you can't use it. If you give Moran your address I can get him to fetch some of your own clothes for you. A figure appeared at the door; tall, with a thin face and long dark hair, Sebastian Moran seemed more solemn than his employer, but equally mysterious. "Seb, show Katy the library, get her address and collect some clothes for her." 'Seb' nodded and led Katy out of the room. "Oh and Seb" He turned back to Jim. "Get her another coffee; she looks like she needs it."
An hour later, Katy stood in the Library browsing the collection of books available and occasionally taking a sip of the coffee Sebastian had brought to her; in return she had given him her address along with some guidelines of things to bring back. She didn't exactly feel comfortable about the situation she was in, but surely it was better to have some kind of protection after her ordeal. She felt safe now or at least safer but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was forgetting something. Taking another sip of coffee, she was barely able to keep from spitting it out when it came back to her; she had missed her appointment at the police station!
Once the immediate panic had worn off Katy thought about the situation, she thought through her options and decided the best would be to talk to Jim. She finished her coffee and made her way back to the living room. Jim was still sitting on the sofa with a frustrated expression. He closed the lid of the laptop and looked up at the girl in the doorway.
"Can I help you?" he said with a hard edge to his voice.
"Sorry," She said, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. "I erm had an appointment, with the police, and I er missed it because I was, you know elsewhere." Jim nodded hiding the smirk playing on his lips as a pout of interest. "And well, would you be able to explain to the police where I was. I think they'd believe you, and, I don't want to go to prison."
"That's fine; I'll give them a call and explain." He said with a sigh, he had no intention of phoning them; he knew Sherlock would already be on the case. "Thank you" She breathed, relief consumed her mind, and she left her savior to go back to his laptop and returned to the library. With her mind now at ease she decided to lose herself in a book.
A/N So, that was Chapter 3, on a random note, imagine a MorMor dress shopping trip, I dare you not to write about it! If you do, let me know, I want to read it!
Just a quick heads up, this is all I have completed so far, I am currently working on the next 3 chapters but the Chapter 4 is being a total pain! I would guess that I might be able to get it up in a few days time, but no promises.
Thank you for reading.
