The Heart of Mr Holmes

by xxNellxx

When a woman moves into 221A, she soon befriends those from 221B. Though hiding her feelings for the tall man in the coat & scarf is harder then what she thought- especially when she is given a deed in which could cost more then one life and one heart- OC

8. The Evening According to Sherlock

Chapter 8

The Evening According to Sherlock

The evening had gone slowly (for Sherlock anyway) and he'd just about enough of all this constant girly chitter chatter, he'd been quiet all night. Now and then he'd pluck the strings on his violin and he'd get glances from John- warning him not to even try playing the violin. They were all sat on the sofa discussing pointless and boring topics and occasionally Sherlock would hear his name crop up- though he tended not to really care. Outside it was raining, and inside the flat it was chilly, not nicest of nights.

"Can I see them, your pictures?" Sarah asked willingly to Page who was telling them of the magazine she was writing for. Page smiled warmly and agreed to go fetch her camera and show them the pictures she'd taken for the magazine.

Five minutes later she came back, camera in hand- John plugged it into his laptop and they hovered around the laptop waiting for the photos to upload. Once they'd loaded John clicked onto the file and they admired Page's great photography. All the great tourist attractions were taken perfectly.

"Obviously I need to crop them, there's cars and people scattered around on them. Once there cropped they'll look alright." She shrugged modestly with a grin which Sherlock captured in the corner of his eye. Quickly he darted his eyes away from her, however the image of her grin plastered his mind. It was delicate and innocent, something so cute and perfect about it.

"Sherlock you should see these, quick." John hid the concern in voice for the girl's sake, but Sherlock new something was up. Sherlock immediately turned his attention to the photos, his eyes scanning everything on the photos, shoving John out the way, Sherlock took control of the laptop and skipped through the photos…it hit him straight in the face. First of all, the thing that jumped out to him was defiantly the fact that somewhere on the photos, in the distance there was a car- a black sleek long car with blacked out windows. It was there on every single one of the photos. Secondly, the photos were of the great tourist attractions…those great tourist attractions in which the bodies were found exactly a mile away from!