Like I said, I wasn't planning on having this as more then a one-shot. But it is amazing what three people can do. I forget to reply to those who leave a name but I love reviews anyways and I do read them 3
I don't own Sherlock.
"It is done~" The owner sang nearly sprinting over to John Watson, showing emotion for the first time since he had first stepped into her shop. The owner placed a card into John's hand and he glanced down at it.
"It works," John stated, "But will it be enough? As I said before, it must interest him."
The owner laughed, "You told us his brother is Mycroft Holmes, right?"
John nodded, "Quite correct."
"Then he'll know and come running, I wouldn't worry, Mista Watson." The owner nodded to the death certificate in John's hand, "That will be interesting enough, though we did add a little spice of mystery to the death also at your request."
John idily tapped the top of his cane not quite believing his death would be enough for Sherlock to come back to life. "Anything you need me to do?" He knew the success of this mission layed in the minor details, something living with Sherlock for a year had taught him.
"Normal things." The owner stated, "Your body will be found by the restaurant that you informed us of, so you need to tell Mrs. Hudson or the police chief of your plan to eat there." The owner did not need to state to not act impatient or uncomfortable, John knew that already and the owner knew that John knew.
John raised an eyebrow and asked, "Time?"
The owner looked thoughtful and after a brief silence stated, "Anytime between 4 and 8 in the after noon. The body will be available at that time, and there will be a person there who had volunteered to be the murderer."
John leaned back and opened his cigarette pack, "Have they been informed of possible death, not just by Sherlock after he finds out I'm not dead?"
The owner shifted slightly and John's eyes narrowed. But the owner hastily raised her hands and said, "They are prepared to die but they want me to ask you if they should expect torture before they reveal that you're alive?" John shook his head and the owner smiled the same smile as before. "Pleasure doing business with you then. I look forward to your death and return."
John recieved this as the dismissal it was and stood up to leave but as he reached the door he turned back around and locked eyes with the owner, "As long as you deliver, I don't think it'll be a problem." With that said John lit his cigarette and left the shop with its grinning caretaker.
He never heard the words of the caretaker after he left, "I don't think I'll quite ever understand why this Sherlock fellow left you, dear brother."
Yes, some wierd mafia boss woman is my head cannon for Harry Watson. *Hangs head in shame*