Oh! You're back! I wasn't expecting you. Most people are happy with the first disclaimer they buy. Oh he stole your cake! I understand. Here try this one instead. He doesn't like cake. Just don't give him jam. Oh no! He got out! Now we have a jam crazy John on the loose! What do you mean you brought jam?! (John comes out of nowhere and tackles you). Well you seem busy I will just say it...
I don't own anything! Just Amadia.
Oh and good luck with John.
The black car pulled up to Amadia as she walked home. She got in, and with a quick glance she knew exactly where she was going.
"What are you going by now?" she asked the woman beside her.
"Anthea" She replied, her eyes glued to her phone.
Ten minutes later they arrived at a abandoned warehouse by the Thames. As Amadia walked down the long hallway to greet her employer she thought about what she had to tell him. She had specific orders, and if they weren't followed she could die. Or worse. She reached the man in the umbrella and stood the way he had taught her. Tall and with authority. He taught her everything. He deserved to know, regardless of the consequences. Mycroft Homes looked at her, his gaze as icy as ever.
"Your report Miss. Moore? We don't have all day. I have important matters to attend to."
"He's planning something big, Sir, something that will harm a lot of people, including your brother."
"And how is my dear brother?"
"It is not my place to say, Sir."
"It very soon might be your place. Oh and Miss. Moore?"
"Yes Sir?"
"He doesn't have friends, so don't consider yourself one."
"Sir, I don't have friends either."
"Good, then you shouldn't mind spying on him."
"I can't, Sir"
"And why is that?"
"Because he would know. My place is precarious enough."
"Keep in mind, the closer you grow to him, the more dangerous this becomes."
Sherlock glared at John's computer, willing it to tell him who the annoying girl was. Instead his phone vibrated and he just got a reply like all the others.
I wish
-AM
He growled and stuck his phone in his pocket before looking at John, who was trying, and failing, at asking him for money. "I need to go to the bank" he called over his shoulder, before heading out the door.
"You think maybe he'd lost a lot of money? Suicide rate is pretty high among these city types."
"We don't know that it was suicide." Sherlock says as he continued examining the room
"Come on! His door was locked from the inside. You had to climb across the balcony…" John trails off when he sees Sherlock digging around in the dead man's suitcase.
"He's been away. Three days, judging by the laundry. Look – something was packed tightly inside this-"
Suddenly someone stormed inside the room, and glared at the man standing over the case. "What are you doing?" She demanded before he could turn around. "This is a crime scene, and I'm not Lestrade, so you better have something important for this case, or you will never have one again." she yelled as Sherlock turned around. He looked he in the eyes and started to explain, speaking so fast that only Amadia could understand.
"This isn't suicide, it's murder. The victim worked as the Hong Kong Desk head at Shad Sanderson Bank. It was at his work place last night that he was threatened. The intruder entered his house through the window and the bullet in his brain was fired from where he entered." Amy nodded her thank-you before turning to the officers. "Hey, get back to work!" She yelled at the officers gossiping in the background. "You act like that on my crime scene I'll have your hides" she threatened, and the team fell quiet and glared at her behind her back. She turned back to John. "You guys can leave now, we've got it from here."
"Thanks" He replied, and the duo left the scene without further incident.
Amy perched on a chair in 221c, her legs folded beneath her, thinking about the new case. Or at least trying to. The strange man in the Flat above her kept popping up in the mind, infiltrating her thoughts and making it impossible to work. She loved London, she really did, but he was an unneeded complication. No matter how much she tried to get rid of him in her mind palace, he continued to fill up all her extra information. She sighed and gave up trying to work, instead sending a text to the man who just happened to be thinking the same thing about her.
Anything New?
-AM
Brian Lukis -Same Murderer
-SH
You need to see flat?
-AM
Yes. Now.
-SH
Meet me there
-AM
Amadia jumped to her feet, already on the phone with others at the scene. Hailing a taxi on the first try, she jumped in and gave her address to the driver, before sitting back and gazing out the window. Her phone buzzed and she looked down, expecting to see a text from Sherlock.
I need to speak to you darling Jim Moriarty x
"Damn" she swore softly before looking at the cabbie. "You know right?" she asked, knowing the answer would be yes. He nodded and she sat back, readying her self for the interrogation to come.