Hi everyone! First of all I'd like to say a huge thank you to foreveryourss, she read over my chapter and helped me so much! I learned an easier and better way to write these chapters. I'll go back to my previous and start fixing them up. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I had a little difficulty writing it, but once I started I couldn't stop!I kind of also want to say sorry in advance I had to do it. This is my first time writing as Sherlock so I apologize if he's completely ooc. Oh, and before I forget! I'd like to thank all of you who have reviewed! You're kind words motivate me! You all deserve a round of applause! I'm nearing the end of the story, but I've been thinking of making a sequel, not so sure yet though. It really depends if I have a plot in mind, right now it's just a little idea floating in my head. Who knows...
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Sherlock Holmes watched the quiet streets of London with a bored expression; he had been standing in the same spot for nearly an hour. The Consulting Detective closed his eyes as he heard the familiar steps of Wiggins approaching him. Wiggins was his go-to man, any information collected by the various homeless around London always went back to him, in a way he was the homeless network.
"Tell me." he said without looking at him.
"I got nothin'. No one's seen or heard of a street performer of that description. There's a new person in the streets every day, chances of finding him are minimal."
Sherlock let out a breath through his nose and popped his coat collar; he opened his eyes and looked over at the boy in front of him. Without another word, Sherlock gave him a slight nod and began to walk away.
"Oi! What are you going to do then?" Yelled Wiggins.
Sherlock stopped walking for a mere second before saying.
"Research."
"Why are you here, Sherlock?" asked John.
The pair sat at the table, Sherlock tapping at Mary's laptop furiously while Mary prepared tea.
"Oh shush, John. Don't be mean." said the school teacher.
John scowled as he watched Sherlock typing.
"Research."
"And by research you mean?"
Sherlock looked up and rose his brow.
"...Research."
John let out a sigh and nodded his thank as Mary handed him his cuppa.
"I have to go to work, you two behave."
She gave John a peck on the lips before grabbing her to-go cup and her bag, within a few seconds she was gone.
"Ok, show me what you're 'researching'."
Sherlock turned Mary's laptop to face John. The sandy haired man took a sip of his tea as he read the print on thescreen.
"Ok, so there's only one place where this type of flower is sold?"
"Yes, these plants are extinct in the wild so only a few places sell them; this one is the only one in London. These things are usually bought by really dedicated gardeners."
Sherlock snapped the laptop shut, which caused John to flinch in surprise.
"Shall we?"
Sherlock got up from the chair and walked over to the couch, he picked up his coat and scarf and looked at John.
"We don't have all day."
John pursed his lips.
"Right. Did you get the address?"
"I already memorized it."
"Of course you did."
Within a few seconds the duo was out the door and onto the busy streets of London.
The pair arrived at the flower store; Sherlock couldn't help but roll his eyes at the name.
"The Flower Shop? That isn't very clever. I don't even think they tried." He told John.
John smirked before walking to the door. The door let out a ding as soon as it opened, Sherlock's nostrils were filled with the aroma of different types of flowers, he could already identify most of them by the smell alone. A blonde woman stood at the counter he spotted an office near the back of the store, most likely where they kept customer information. Sherlock glanced at the woman for a brief second.
"Late thirties. Divorced. Desperate. Nail biting habit, perhaps stressed? Money problems, most likely due to her recent divorce, and feeling vulnerable, perfect."
Sherlock stopped walking and clutched John's shoulder.
"John." he whispered.
"Yes?"
"Flirt with her."
"What!?"
"Flirt with her."
"Why?"
"Just do it." He hissed.
John let out a sigh, the two went to different directions of the store, Sherlock pretend to look at the flowers while John approached the woman at the counter. The second he heard giggling he bolted for the office.
After easily cracking the desktops password 'Prince Harry' Sherlock pulled up the customer files and typed in the name of the flower only two names popped up, a female by the name of Winifred Parker and male by the name of Damon Knight. Sherlock clicked on the names and quickly memorized the addresses, he suddenly heard the click of the door and the blonde woman enter the office, the second she looked at him she frowned.
"You're not allowed to be in here." she warned.
Sherlock got out of his chair and smiled falsely, his eyes flicked over to John.
"John! I cannot believe you're flirting with another woman when you are betrothed to another."
John flushed suddenly.
"W-What?" he stuttered
"You're engaged!?" the woman shouted.
Before John could utter another word, Sherlock was dragging him out the store.
"How do you know I'm engaged?" asked John as the two walked to the main street.
Sherlock rose his brow and gave John a look.
"I saw Mary wearing the engagement ring..."
"Oh... We were planning to announce it after all this was over."
Sherlock shrugged.
"It's fine, I won't tell anyone."
"I never did thank you for the ring. So... Thank you."
Sherlock rose his brow
"It really isn't the time for this."
John nodded quickly and shoved his hands in his pockets
"R-Right, Let's go then. Wait... where are we going?"
Sherlock twitched his lip and lifted his arm to hail a cab.
"We're visiting the first costumer on the list."
And with that he entered the cab."
"What's her name again?"
"A woman named Winifred Parker."
The two males stared at the overly pink house. Sherlock glanced over John, he could tell what John was thinking, naturally.
"She really likes... Pink. Ready?" Said John suddenly.
Sherlock nodded and the two walked to the door.
"Oh this is so exciting! I can't believe you're doing a story on my gardening skills!"
Sherlock sat side by side with John on the tiny couch, their thighs were practically touching. John cleared his throat and smiled at Winifred. As John talked her up, Sherlock observed the house. She had a variety of knick knacks and pictures nothing that screamed Psychotic Cannibal. Well, maybe psychotic, but most definitely Not a cannibal. Sherlock noticed an overweight pug sleeping on a pillow near the fireplace, he grimaced suddenly; he was definitely more of a cat person.
"So tell us about your Cosmos atrosanguineus'." he said causing the conversation between John and her to cut short.
The woman smiled widely and got up and motioned them to stand up as well. Both complied and stood up at the same time. They both followed behind her as she led them down the hallway, she opened the door and the trio was suddenly hit with a heap of hot air.
"My chocolate babies. They need hot weather and lots of sunshine to survive."
Sherlock rolled his eyes at the woman and stepped into the room; the air had a faint vanilla-y smell to it, which was common with the type of flower that it was. Now that he knew what type of atmosphere they needed to survive he had to think. Sherlock stepped out the room without another word, John followed pursuit.
"Hey aren't you going to give me an interview!?" Shouted the woman behind them.
Before she even finished her sentence the two were out the door.
"You can't possibly think she's the killer." said John as the rode back to Baker Street.
"Of course not don't be daft. The only thing that woman is murdering is that overweight dog of hers. The killer is Damon Knight, obviously."
"How do you know that?"
Sherlock pulled out his phone and unlocked it, he handed it to John. The man then frowned in response.
"Yes, it's his address what of it?"
"It's located in the outskirts of London. I looked up monuments in the area and the only thing that was there was an old farm that was purchased ten years ago, by a married couple. It's the only logical conclusion."
"Of course it would. Have you called it in?"
"Why would I do that?"
John frowned.
"Don't you want the man whose possibly out for the girl you have obvious feelings for to get caught?"
Now Sherlock was the one frowning.
"I don't have feelings for Molly. Feelings are stupid and distracting."
John turned his body to face Sherlock fully and made a face.
"You're telling me you don't have feelings for Molly Hooper?"
"Precisely."
"So all this, keeping her at Baker Street..."
"She saved my life, I should do the same for her."
"The snogging?"
"Heat of the moment."
"You're a git, you know that right?"
Sherlock ignored him causing John to roll his eyes and settling back to his original position. The consulting detective stared out the window. His feelings for Molly Hooper was something not even he could explain, he had gone deep within his mind palace, but he couldn't find a single thing.
"Sentiment." he thought bitterly.
The cab pulled up at Baker Street, Sherlock exited the vehicle ithout a word leaving John to pay. He made his way up the steps and froze at the slightly opened door, he felt John stopped behind him. Sherlock opened the door slowly, the duo peered in and slowly walked into the flat.
"Molly?" called out John, but no response.
Sherlock made his way to the kitchen, while John walked to the living room.
"Sherlock."
Sherlock turned around and saw John pointing at the ground, his gazed followed down to see a dead Toby on the ground, and John crouched down to examine him.
"He was stabbed numerous times. Poor Toby." he said sadly
Sherlock nodded and turned quickly on his heel; he opened the door to his bedroom. He scanned the area, the bed was unmade and on the pillow laid a chocolate cosmo.
"He took her." Growled Sherlock from the room.
Within seconds John was at his side, Sherlock pushed him out the way and headed to the door.
"Where are you going!?" shouted John.
"Where does it look like I'm going?" replied Sherlock.
"To get Molly back."
John was suddenly gripping Sherlock's arm tightly, he tried to pull away only to cause John to grip him tighter.
"You're not going in there without a plan of attack. You'll get yourself killed. You. Need. To. Relax." He said sternly.
Sherlock took a deep breath.
"Ok, I'm calm now will you please let me go?" he asked John.
John's expression softened, he let go of Sherlock's arm. He half expected him to bolt out the door but he only fixed his coat, his icy-blue eyes stared hard at John.
"We have to go now, before it's too late. I have a plan." he told him.
Sherlock turned on his heel and headed out the door, he certainly hoped he wasn't to late. Anger boiled through his veins, he would kill that man if he hurt his Pathologist.