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Charlie swung on her bag, grabbing her lunch. Sherlock kisses her head, waving goodbye. She leaves and he sighs, beginning to clean. John was out shopping so Sherlock was all alone. He began to dust the walls, disgusted by it.
"You're gonna die in here." A voice says behind him. The defective jumps whipping around. It was a pale girl with long black hair. Sherlock could tell by her face that she had down syndrome.
"What the hell are you doing in my house and h ow did you get in here?!" He yells, reaching for his cellphone.
"Adeline, where are you? Adeline?" A older woman with blond hair wonders in, her eyes lighting up when she sees the girl. "Addy, what happened? I put on Blues Clues for you."
"But I don't like that show!" Adeline wines, stomping her foot. Sherlock rolls his eyes.
"Well, too bad. Now go and stop harassing the neighbors." Addy nods, leaving. The woman turns to Sherlock, a cheesy smile across her face. "I'm Constance Langdon." She says, sticking her hand out.
"Sherlock Holmes." He answers, taking it. "Um, why was your daughter in my house and how did she get in?"
"My little Addy has always had a thing with this house. She will always find a way in, I guarantee you."
"Guess I'd better get a good security system." The tall man grumbles under his breath. "Let me guess, you're the neighbor?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Lucky guess." Sherlock answers with a quick shrug and smirk. "So are you going to really tell me what happened in this house over a cup of tea, or are you going to lie to my face like the damn sales woman?"
"I'll take the tea." Constance answers and Sherlock leads her into the kitchen. She sits down, taking out her cigarette pack and lighter.
"May I smoke in here?"
"Of course." Sherlock puts the kettle on and she smiles.
"I like you, Mr. Holmes." She says, taking a drag of her cigarette.
"Sherlock, please. And why?"
"Because you're so calm and charming, compared to that other awful couple who had lived here before you." She frowns, remembering them. The only good outcome of them being here was that the house was gorgeous now.
"Yes, tell me about them." Sherlock says filling two tea cups and sitting down. He took a sip of the hot liquid and so did Constance.
"Well, they were a gay couple. Chad and Patrick, I believe. They were happy a first, but then began fighting."
"Over?"
Each other, well other men. You see, Patrick wasn't a very loyal partner.
"You're telling me." Sherlock scoffs, thinking of his disloyal partner. "How did they die exactly?"
"No idea, bodies were never found."
"Interesting." Sherlock purrs with a smile.
"Yes, but no one really liked them or cared really." Another cigarette drag. "But they did find two mutilated male bodies in the lake that were identified as them."
"But the police weren't sure?"
Aren't." She corrects. "They just said it to be done with the whole thing."
"Who do you think killed them? Honestly."
"No idea, but no one else has died so I couldn't care less. I have a feeling it was on of Patrick's lover's though who had gotten jealous, then took matters into his own hands. Because love makes us do crazy things."
Isn't that the truth?" The curly haired man takes a sip of his tea, sighing.
"Tell me about yourself, Sherlock. You are clearly British, so what brought you here all the way to L. A.?"
"My husband, John, had cheated on me. Also, a whole bunch of other issues. So we decided to move her to try to start over."
"That's a shame. My husband just walked out on nut, but you know what? I don't miss him. Not a damn bit." She finishes her cigarette, pulling out another. She offers Sherlock o be and he gladly takes it. "Whta does your husband do and do you have any children?"
"He's a doctor, but he's writing a few medical books. One was a best seller and he's writing his second now "
"That's interesting. How about children?"
"I have one daughter, Charlotte. She's sixteen. Today was her first day of school."
"I have Addy, and three other children. Tate his my only other child who still sticks around. He's Charlie's age."
"I better watch out then." Sherlock chuckles, blowing the smoke out of his mouth.
"He's a good boy and won't hurt your little girl."
"He better not because Charlie is my life." Sherlock answers sadly. Constance nods, standing up.
"Well, I'd better go home now. It was a pleasure meeting you, Sherlock." He waves and she leaves. Sherlock sighs, exhausted.
Charlie walks up the stairs, double checking her cigarettes were hidden. She walks in the house, surprised to smell cigarette smoke already. Sherlock was in the kitchen, making dinner.
"Uh, Dad, why dies it smell like cigarettes in here?" She asks and he turns.
"Oh the neighbor, Constance, came over and we shared a few." He answers simply. "How was school?"
"Crappy, the kids suck ass!" She rolls her eyes.
"I'm sorry, baby. Here." He hands her a sandwich and a coke. "Go into your room, eat, then take a nap. I'll wake you up for dinner, alright?"
"Okay." He kisses her head and she takes the food, heading upstairs. She plops onto her bed, putting her ear buds in. She stands up, www walking up to the window. Her room was on the second story. She couldn't get down or sneak out, unless she wanted to fall and break her neck. She curses, just wanting a cigarette.
She grabs a coat, stuffing a pack into her pocket. She opens the door, yelling that she was leaving, and closing the door before her Dad could answer back or protest. She walks for a few minutes, standing behind a building. She lights the cigarette, putting it in her mouth.
A random dude had sold the pack to her for a few bucks. Charlie had learned how the American money system had worked weeks before they had moved here. She hated her new school and it's shitty students and teachers. She closes her eyes, letting her mind relax.
"Hey, you shouldn't smoke you know." A male voice jokes and she jumps. It was a boy, about her age with blue eyes and blond hair. "Hi, I'm Tate."
A/N: Yes, of course I have the sweet and sexy Tate! Review and wait for chapter two.