Another chapter :) been really bored so two in the space of an hour :D hope you enjoy reading it :) rates and reviews would be really helpful!
"That was brilliant!" John said smiling at his friend and his daughter. The girl smiled.
"Hardly John, that was an easy one. Even Anderson could have solved it." replied Sherlock. But this girl wasn't easy to solve. How could she have worked all that out? She was only a child, an uneducated child too.
"I was bored." she said while looking at him. He leant backwards in surprise to her answer. "I can tell you're trying to work me out. I was bored. I try to remember everything I see and do and make connections. I may not always understand the things I see but they come in useful eventually. Also the police don't understand how to solve problems." Sherlock looked at her. "I worked out how my mother was killed..." she stopped and looked out the window. "They didn't listen to a 12 year old..."
"But what about the unimportant things? Things that won't help you in any way?"
She sighed. "It goes up there anyway. I don't know what I need to know and what I don't yet."
Sherlock looked at the girl. She was ordinary but she puzzled him. He didn't like being puzzled. All he really knew was that she was much cleverer than he previously thought.
"Did you seriously go to Buckingham palace in just a sheet? That is priceless!" said Marie while laughing.
"Yes." said Sherlock while smiling. "And I stole an ash tray."
She laughed louder "That's brilliant!"
John was laughing too at this point. The stories they were telling her made her think abut how brilliant a man could be. He was so clever and unique. She had never met anyone like him.
She had been living with them for two weeks now. She was starting to feel like part of a family, the first time in three years.
Then there was a knock on the door.
"Client?" John asked Sherlock.
"No, their knock was far too rapid..."
Marie stood from the sofa to look out the window to see who it was.
"Oh my god it's Jake!" she almost shouted and sprinted out the door. Sherlock and John looked at each other, puzzled about who this 'Jake' was.
Marie opened the door quickly and hugged him in the street. "Oh my god Jake!" was all she could say.
"Marie I thought he'd got you too. I thought I'd lost you." he said embracing her.
"How did you find me?"
"I stood up to him."
She held him at arms length. "Wait what? Are you ok? Did he hurt you?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." he smiled at her. "He was kinda glad I came, said he wanted to get rid of me too so he just told me where you were and kicked me out.
I came straight here."
"Come in, come in." she said and took his hand. She lead him upstairs into the living room where John was still sitting. Sherlock stood by the left hand window and had picked up his violin and started playing one of his own pieces while John listened. John loved hearing him play. It relaxed him. The first night Marie had stayed at 221B Sherlock had stayed up and played for him until he fell asleep. Sherlock may not be a man who shows his emotions, but he can understand them and he will help his few friends, no matter what.
Jake looked into the room. It had character. He liked it. He looked at the man playing the violin. "Oh my god you live with Sherlock Holmes!" he said suddenly and turned to his friend. She was laughing at him.
"So?"
"So? So you're living with a genius! Does he always wear a deer stalker?"
Sherlock stopped playing and frowned at the newcomer. "Not the bloody ear hat again..."
"Sherlock he's only seen what's been in the news. The only pictures they seem to have of you are you and your deer stalker hat." replied Marie defensively.
"Marie leave the ear hat alone." John warned while trying to hold back his laugh but failing miserably. Sherlock looked out the window. "So who is your... friend?"
"This is Jake, we've been friends since... Well forever really. Our mothers where friends when we were young." John held out his hand to Jake.
"Nice to meet you, Jake. My name's John, John Watson."
"My real dad." she said with a proud smile. Jake looked at them, they did look similar...
Sherlock began playing again. A faster piece this time. He was bored of this boy. He was so common and dull. Dark hair, not dyed but he wished it was lighter as he kept looking at Marie's then touching his own, brown eyes, nothing interesting, cared about Marie a lot, he kept touching her arm while in conversation with her and John, he hadn't come straight here, he'd gone home and changed, obviously something she had said she had liked before as they were kept in pristine condition, trainers, appear to look new but they have been cleaned and the laces have frayed a little, likes what he's got-
"Sherlock." John said while looking at him, he realised he had almost stopped playing. He put down the violin and grabbed his coat and scarf.
"I'm going to St. Barts." he said ad walked out the door. He hoped there would be an interesting death that Molly could show him. At least she'd be better company than the happy family.