The Tenant at 221A

by kumquatdickjuice

Sherlock encounters a criminal living in the flat downstairs. But the criminal isn't your run of the mill average joe. No in fact the criminal is a girl. And when John invites her over to dinner Sherlock has to expose her without sounding like a rude host. Can he do it or will he only make John upset? I own none of the characters except Aria Vancooper and her cat Smog.

4. PART 4

Aria paced across her small flat trying to come up with a reasonable plan. She had to go but that didn't mean she had to play along with Sherlock's game.

"What do you think Smog?" She asked her cat.

Smog looked at her with green eyes. Talking to a cat was unconventional, but it helped Aria think out loud. The cat had been her closest thing to a friend for the past three years, and why not talk out loud to a 'friend'?

"I cannot just come out and tell both him and his blogger that I am, indeed, an art thief. I'm positive that won't go over well." Aria lived the scenario in her head a couple times. Every time it ended the same way: will her in prison and with Sherlock on the cover of the paper-again.

Aria continued pacing and coming up with new scenarios till she had enough. She had to calm herself down and there was only one way to do that. Aria walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She turned and took in the room, smiling.

Her bedroom was her trophy room. The walls were covered in stollen art and her room was covered in perfectly painted copies of masterpieces she was planning to steal. The room soothed her. Her artwork and famous pieces side by side like they should be. It was her own personal museum and studio.

Aria stole everything: Monet to Renoir. But she didn't keep everything. Since she was little Van Gogh had always been too good to lay hands on. However, she couldn't help herself, she just wanted to see his artwork in different lights. So one rainy night two years prior, she stole his Sunflowers and took them home. She kept the painting long enough to restore then she placed it back at the poorly security-ed museum. Since then it's become a hobby of sorts for her to steal Van Gogh's just to restore them. Never once has she kept one for more than a month. The best part of her hobby however, is the reaction of the police. For the life of them they cannot understand why someone would steal and put back artwork.

The clock struck four. Aria snapped out of her flashback and checked the time. If she wanted to do this and still get back she didn't have much time. She glanced over her room and picked the smallest canvas with her best forgery; A Rembrandt. She quickly changed into her right clothes and slipped out the door.