Uncle Sherlock Chapter 5
Hello dear Readers! I'm so sorry about not updating, I hate it when the authors I read take forever, so I know how much it sucks, and I'm sorry. Thank you to anyone and everyone who takes the time to read this and for forgiving me for the long time gaps. Shout out to anyone who reviews, reading them makes me so very happy and puts me in the mood to write. There'll be a few more notes at the end of this chapter, you can skip them if you want, but as always,
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Allison groaned softly from her spot on Sherlock's bed. He, having claimed to prefer the sofa, offered up his bed to her once they had gotten into the detective's flat late last night. As late as it had been when the both turned in for the night, Allison really hadn't been tired at all even though she only got about three hours. Part of that probably having to do with the fact that she had passed out quite early in the previous day. After the whole Adam ordeal, she had simply lacked energy.
Sitting up, Allison stretched her arms above her head, sighing softly as her spine realigned itself. She swung her kegs out of bed and made her way to the opposite side of the room, pulling out a small duffle in the corner next to Sherlock's dresser. Once she had started spending weeks here as Sherlock had begun teaching her, she had brought over a duffle of her stuff for any unexpected sleepovers. She pulled out a few of her clothes and brought them to the edge of the mattress. Then she took her towel and bag of toiletries and headed to Sherlock's bathroom. On her way there, she called out to her uncle, but he seemed to have gone out. She checked her phone and sure enough, there was a text message from Sherlock Holmes.
Out of Coffee.
-SH
That was all there was, but it was enough, she knew where he went and she had no reason to be worried. With that final thought, Allison went inside the bathroom, turned up the music on her phone, and turned the water on to take a shower.
After Allison finished her shower, she went to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. Opening up the fridge, she moved aside the eyeballs in a glass jar and picked up the milk towards the back of the fridge. After checking the expiration date to ensure it hadn't gone bad, she quickly made herself some of her favorite cereal. As she ate, Allison took the time to scroll through her emails on her mobile phone. She deleted the spam and adds as well as well as cases that didn't seem interesting. As she was scrolling through, she saw an email from an unknown address with the lettering of the subject in all caps. Knowing it was probably a case; Allison went ahead and opened it up. At first she skimmed, but she stopped abruptly and read through it more carefully.
DEAR DECETIVE,
My name is Jamie Maddison and I have a most urgent case for you and am requesting your immediate help! My father and mother have both gone missing this past Sunday, all of their things are exactly where they left them and there was a coffee cup and newspaper left on the table. The police think that it was a robbery or home invasion gone wrong or some nonsense like that, and I believed them at first, but then a few odd things captured my attention and that idea seemed way too simple for it to be the truth. First off, nothing was missing as I've stated before, everything was left exactly how they were before my parents went missing. If it was a home invasion or robbery, wouldn't they take something else once they had my parents? Second off, there was no evidence of a struggle, everything was clean, nothing was broken, I didn't even hear any ruckus when it happed, as I was staying over the night to help mum with a few things. Surely she would have screamed when it happened, and that would have woken me, but there wasn't a sound. And finally, what I found the most odd, was that after the whole ordeal, I started to move things around so that I could make room for the rest of the family. They're coming over, you see, to help put together a search party. And as I was moving the furniture around, I found something written on the ground underneath the sofa. It was this email address, and below it, it said, "If you want to find out what really happened, email this address". The address looked familiar, and when I told my sister about it, she said it was the address for Sherlock Holmes and his Niece. Since I didn't know which of you would read this, I didn't specifically address it to either of you. Anyway, please call this number or reply back if you'd like to take the case. I'm in desperate need for help so please, find it in your hearts to help me find my parents!
Sincerely,
Jamie Maddison
(555)678-9876
The case sounded interesting enough to Allison, so she saved the email to show to Sherlock later. Finished with her cereal, Allison quickly washed the bowl and spoon and put them away. She checked the time and realized that Sherlock was taking quite a bit of time, much longer than it should take to pick up coffee. Slightly worried, Allison shot him a quick text, asking where he was and if he was okay. She didn't have to wait long for a reply, though it didn't make much sense.
Peachy. At The Morgue, keys ingested by idiot. Will be late.
-SH
Allison sighed, though unsatisfied with the message, she was happy that he was okay. She shot him a text saying she had a possible case, and then another one saying she was heading back to her house. With that, Allison grabbed her stuff and headed out the door.
Sherlock sighed as the man sitting in the chair across from him made awful noises as he attempted to force himself into vomiting. He checked his phone and saw that he had two new messages from Allison.
Alright, good luck with that. Anyway, I think I found us a case. I'll tell you about it later.
-AW
By the way Sherly, I'm heading back to my house.
-AW
Sherlock sighed again as he responded to her text,
Text me when you get there safely.
-SH
With that taken care of, he turned back to the man across from him, watching him for a moment longer before getting up,
"Alright, that's enough, that's enough. Since you can't give me back my keys the easy way, and since you've caused me to not be able to see my niece before she went back home, I'm afraid it's time to do this the hard way, Mr. Kiefer."
Sherlock picked up a phone on the nearby desk and dialed a number,
"Ah, Molly, I need a few things brought up. Oh nothing you couldn't get your hands on. I'll need rubbing alcohol, a scalpel, and perhaps some anesthetic if at all possible. If not then some liquor should suffice. Oh, and a needle and thread too. Yes. Do hurry." With that, Sherlock hung up the phone and turned to the man across from him, who seemed significantly paler than when he last glanced at him.
"Can't we go to a real doctor to do this? Or wait until it comes out the other end?" The man asked.
"No, we can't. To do surgery, that would require going to a doctor and making an appointment and waiting until they get to you. I don't have the time or patience for that and I would like to go back to my flat and make coffee."
There was a brief silence until it was broken by the door opening,
"Ah, Molly, you were very qui- Allison? I thought you were going home?" Sherlock said as he stood to greet his niece,
"I figured it wouldn't hurt to stop along the way, and I was a little worried about the text you sent me about someone swallowing your keys. When I was on my way home it occurred to me that you might do something drastic, so I went and had a copy made of the spare in your flat and came here to give it to you." Allison explained as she dug the new key out of her pocket,
"I even got you a new key chain for it, look it's a detective hat!" Allison said, showing him the small key chain that looked very much like the one Sherlock had been photographed in years ago.
Sherlock took the key and looked over at the man across from him,
"Well it appears to be your lucky day, Mr. Kiefer, thanks to my darling niece, we won't be doing the impromptu surgery. You can leave now." Sherlock said, dismissing the man.
Sherlock stood and turned to his niece as Mr. Kiefer rushed out of the room,
"Do I get a reward?" Allison asked, opening her arms, Sherlock simply grinned and opened his arms for her, she stepped forward and gave her uncle a bone crushing hug.
"Now what's this case you found?" Sherlock said as he stepped away from his niece, opening the door for her as they left the room. Sherlock sent Molly a quick text, telling her he didn't need the supplies after all.
"Here, read the email." Allison said, handing her phone over to Sherlock. He read it quickly, then turned to her smiling face. This was going to be hard, he didn't like to disappoint her,
"Well? What do you think? Pretty interesting right?"
"Well…"
"You don't like it."
"Well…"
"What is it on your scale?"
"You won't like it."
"Just say it Sherly, it's not interesting enough for you."
"Well…"
"Oh my gosh! Just come out with it!" she shouted, "Just tell me what it is on your scale."
"On a scale of one to ten… it's about a… 1.5…" Sherlock said slowly, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
"That's okay, I'll just work on it by myself, I want to help this woman." Allison said, turning away from him.
"You know how John feels about you working on cases by yourself. I'm not too fond of the idea either, you could get hurt, things could become too dangerous for you." Sherlock said, his voice stern.
"You're gonna have to get over it Sherly, it's gonna happen eventually. Besides, I've already called the woman and accepted the case; I can't just go back on it now." Allison said, "Sherly, I love you, but you're not my parent, you don't have a right to tell me what I can and can't do."
Sherlock paused a moment, though what she said was true, it still hurt him a bit inside, something he wasn't used to. Though he wasn't her parent, he felt like he was, he wasn't trying to replace John, but he looked at Allison as his own daughter, and dammit, those words she had said hurt,
"Well it's not as if John will agree to it either." He said, letting his walls come up,
"Well mum will be okay with it and one parent's approval will work." Allison said, she could hear the stiffness in his voice and immediately felt bad for putting it there, but she would not apologize, she wanted to do this case and no one was going to stop her.
"Allison. Stop." Sherlock said, grabbing her arm, "Why is this case so important to you?"
Allison paused for a moment, "Because… reading that email, hearing about how her parents just up and vanished, made me think about how I would feel if you, mum, or dad just suddenly vanished. It left a sick feeling in my gut, and I knew immediately that I had to help this woman. Sherlock, I have to. Please Sherly?" Allison said, looking up at him.
Sherlock sighed, he was powerless against his favorite niece, "Alright, but you're still not doing this alone, I'm sorry but I'd be too worried." He said, and that made Allison a little upset, once it was out there that she would have to start trying to do cases on her own, it became something that she wanted to do. To solve a case and prove that she could,
"Sherly, please, I want to do it on my own."
"Absolutely not."
"Sherly!"
"Alright, I have a compromise, I won't go with you, but, I'm going to have Mycroft arrange for someone to accompany you. You have to check in frequently and stay with whoever Mycroft assigns to you. Am I being clear?" Sherlock said, his gaze locking onto Allison's."
Allison thought that through for a moment, at first, she didn't want to agree, but as she thought it through, she decided it wouldn't be too bad.
"Alright," She stuck out her hand, "you have yourself a deal."
"Good," he said, taking her hand, "now we just need to convince John.
Oh, fun. She thought to herself.
Hello everyone! Again, sorry for such long time gaps. I blame laziness, travel, and writer's block, but that's really no excuse, so I'm very sorry. Again, shout out to anyone who reads this, and to everyone whose favorites this story. I love you all and am so happy to have you all reading my story.
Guest on chapter four, yeah I've been trying to figure out a way to work him in, we'll see where that goes, thank you very much for the suggestion : )
And as you all know, this story wouldn't exist if it weren't for SavySnape7 for inspiring me to write this after we watched all of season three together. But another thank you also goes out to my friend Everlastingeverdeen for continuing to support me. Thank you to both of you, and thanks again to everyone else, you all deserve a huge shout out for sticking with this story and for sticking with me through my long blank periods. I wish I could hug every single one of you, but that would be creepy, so a thank you will have to suffice : )
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Sally Skellington