I'm so so so sorry for this chapters utter crappyness but returning to college has given me a ton of work to be getting on with D:
So this was written in very little time with very little effort :/
Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes :(
Enjoy :p
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Benedict Cumberbatch, but I don't. *dayumm* Neither do I own Amy Pond, Sherlock, Doctor Who or any other BBC stuffs metioned here :p
Amy sank into the armchair back at 221B, picking a shard of glass out of her hair.
"Sherlock, why were you sent a picture of me? What am I to them? I'm a nobody." She looked across at the consulting detective, who perched on other armchair, hands together as though in prayer, his finger brushing against his lips in thought. He sighed heavily.
"There was a man – about a year ago. He played a sort of…game, with me. Sent me warnings. Five pips. Puzzles for me to solve." He glanced at the young woman. "You're a new puzzle."
Amy shifted in her seat, feeling uncomfortable.
"A puzzle? No. Like I said, I'm a nobody."
Sherlock smiled ruefully. "Now we both know that's not true. I don't know what it is yet. Give me time though. I'll figure it out."
Amy stood and walked into the kitchen, examining all the laboratory equipment with interest. She plucked a shiny red apple from the fruit bowl and pierced the skin with her thumbnail, carving a smiley face into the rosy surface.
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away…" she murmured softly.
"But the Doctor is cute so screw the fruit" called Sherlock from the living room.
Shocked, Amy spun on her heel and stood in front of him.
"What did you just say?" her eyes full of sadness. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"A childish rhyme, nothing more. Why?" he looked puzzled.
"You said…never mind" Amy shook off the remark, examining the possessions on Sherlock's desk with interest – a map of the solar system, a pile of business cards, a cluster of phone sim cards, a dusty old pocket watch, some leaflets from an art gallery…and a skull. She shuddered at the sight.
"A friend of yours?" she grinned, gesturing at the grimace, frozen in death. Sherlock shook his head.
"More of an acquaintance really. Negretto Sylvius. Long story, don't want to bore you."
Amy sank back into the armchair with a sigh. Sherlock leaned forwards, whispering earnestly to her.
"Now you were the first pip. I don't know why, but I can't solve the puzzle that is you until I have more clues."
As if in response, Sherlock's Blackberry pinged into life. He stared at the screen intently, listening to the 4 pips that came blaring out of it. On the display was a picture of a bow tie, covered in splatters of dark crimson blood…
Uuuuugh I'm sorry its so aweful :( please don't hate me!
*puppy dog eyes*