So I just so happened to be shopping today, and I found these things and when I found these things I almost died. Number one was a Sherlock Satchel, of course I wouldn't have enough money to buy it -_- And second was a hat … THAT LOOKS LIKE A PANDA! And I did have enough money for it, so I'm wearing it as I type BY THE WAAAAY! My birthday was December 24th incase any one was wondering and wanted to send me a present *raises eyebrow* just kidding. Anyways hope you like the chapter and will give me reviews!
~Rene
CHAPTER 3
The run down apartment gave John the creeps, there was a drift from every window (there was about five windows in the whole apartment.) There where holes in the walls and rubbish was everywhere, pizza boxes… with rotting pizzas in them. The boy and the girl sat on the small love seat that was torn and tattered, while Sherlock and John sat on the couch with a missing arm rest.
If you turned a corner it looked as though you entered the kitchen by going to the left while you turned into the hall by going right.
John didn't even want to imagine what lurked beyond the corner.
"We didn't catch your names?" John said hating the awkward silence between the two kids and the men.
"Elijah." The boy said in an seemingly unhappy tone.
"Liz." Said the girl cold and uncaring, this seemed to be her mood towards everything.
"Short for Elizabeth I would guess" Sherlock said in the same tone.
"Ouu, look at the scientist." the girl replied in the same tone with a hint of sarcasm.
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm young lady." Sherlock said in a slightly father- like- tone… which John had never heard him use before.
" I don't appreciate you being here." Elijah said looking between the man and his sister.
Then the door pushed open as at least ten kids ran through the door, around the same age as Elijah and Elizabeth some where a little older.
One that looked a lot older probably the leader of the invading children stopped and stared.
"Eli? Liz?" the man asked in a deep voice.
He looked like one of the best dressed, he was older than most of them at least by a year, and his black curly hair and clean cut face showed he cared a lot about his appearance, he was well built and with his tight V cut black shirt he looked quiet handsome.
Elizabeth stood up and walked over to the man, she wrapped her arms around him and looked up at him with half bored, half lust filled eyes and placed a light kiss on the man, he looked down at her with a lust filled gaze he leaned down, looking for another kiss, then Sherlock coughed dramatically.
The young girl glared at him with a look of such hatred she could've scared the devil himself.
"Who are you?" Sherlock said.
"Greg" the man looked at Sherlock "Greg Bishop."
"Well Greg Bishop, I would love if you sit down and be interrogated like these two fine children." Sherlock said.
Elizabeth kept her arms wrapped around the mans neck, she stood on her tip toes and whispered something in his ears which made his eyes widen and a small smirk showed upon his face, he chuckled lightly..
"What is this?" John whispered to Sherlock.
"This is what people call young love" Sherlock quietly and sarcastically responded with a twitching eye.
John was going to rebuttal but thought twice about it.
"Why am I being interrogated again?" Greg asked as he walked over to the love seat Elijah stood and sat on one of the arm rests while Elizabeth sat on the other.
"Because Ronnie's dead" Elijah said.
"Ronnie? Saw that coming a million miles away." Greg said both of the kids smirked as if it where a joke between the three.
"Why could you see it 'a million miles away'?" John asked.
"Well, he was hopped up on drugs every time we saw him, and when he wasn't using em' he was dealing em'."
"And so?" John said
"And so you make a lot of enemies in the drug ring." Elijah said.
"Do you know who these enemies were?"
"He made sure never to take work home" Elizabeth said "whenever he came home." She averted her eyes.
"I think we should go," Sherlock said. "That's all I needed."
"One more question." John said, Sherlock gave him a weird look but he asked anyway "you aren't brother and sister are you?" he pointed at Elizabeth and Elijah.
"Twins." Elizabeth scowled.
"I'm older by one minute" Elijah poked his sister.
"Shut up" she punched him in the arm, he rubbed the sore spot and said 'ouch' over and over again.
The two looked a lot like someone he knew, he just couldn't quiet place it.
"Well good day." Said Sherlock who was already walking out the door.
John ran out behind him, wondering why he was in such a hurry.