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Chapter 9
Sherlock returned to the flat, his mind pondering off in its own little world.
He swung the door open, expecting John to be asleep in the bedroom but found John sitting in his chair, with the telly on. It was quarter passed eleven.
"John, what are you doing up?" Sherlock asked, shrugging off his coat and laying it on his messy desk.
"I've been waiting for you to come back." John murmured quietly, flicking the telly off.
"Whatever for?" Sherlock questioned, sitting at his desk and rubbing his eyes.
"You were talking to Mycroft about this." John said, and it wasn't a question.
Sherlock nodded. "Yes, I told you that."
John licked his lower lip, crossing her arms over his chest and furrowed his brows.
"What did he say?" John inquired, pursing his lips.
Sherlock sighed, pressing his lips firmly together. Will John get upset if he told him that Jen could be the person to tell others? No matter who it was, John would be upset anyway. There would be no point in hiding it from him, especially if he's involved.
"He wasn't the one to say anything, but we both agreed that it might have been Jen." Sherlock admitted, carefully observing his partner.
John's entire body subsided, as if a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. He shook his head and his heart beat accelerated.
"She couldn't have said something." John muttered to himself.
"I don't know who else could have said anything, John." Sherlock said.
"It couldn't be her." John confirmed. "She wouldn't do that."
"John-"
"I'm going to bed, Sherlock. Good night." John left the room, leaving Sherlock in a state of wonder.
He doesn't think Jen has
anything to do with it.
-SH
She's the only other
individual who knows
about this situation.
-MH
He has his mind set.
-SH
Gather evidence if you
can, Sherlock. That will
be the only way to
convince him. Go visit
her, this is her address:
442, Union St.
I have a meeting to
get to, best of luck
-MH
"Sod this!" John huffed under his breath.
John had woken up the next morning feeling like crap. John woke up sick that morning, and he had been in the bathroom for nearly two hours, puking up nothing. He attempted to call Mrs Hudson for help, or at least get his phone to tell Sherlock that he wasn't feeling well, but he was too weak to move.
And so, John Watson stayed in the bathroom, hoping Sherlock would come home soon.
Sherlock made his way to Union Street and let himself in the flat that belonged to Jen.
He knocked three times on her door, hearing light footsteps on the other side. The door swung open, and there stood a short brunette with a curious look on her face. Then an expression of complete realization washed over her and her face fell.
"Mr Holmes." She greeted him shyly.
Sherlock nodded once and entered her flat once she widened the entrance a little more. Sherlock stood in the living room as Jen came in and sat on her sofa, her eyes trailing to the couch where John Watson once sat.
"I'm taking that John told you what happened." She pressed her lips together, looking down. She rubbed her inner thighs with her hands, feeling uncomfortable with the presence of Sherlock Holmes in the room.
"He did." Sherlock spoke for the first time since his arrival.
Jen looked up at Sherlock apologetically, her eyes curving upwards and her bottom lip quivering involuntarily.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, her eyes never leaving him.
Sherlock remained sullen. "John told me it wasn't your fault."
Jen looked away, her breathing labored and shallow.
"I believe him." Sherlock stated. Jen abruptly looked up at the man, finding a hint of forgiveness in his eyes. Sherlock wasn't one to hold grudges over people. He didn't like wasting his time that way.
"Thank you." She murmured, closing her eyes for a moment.
"But that is not the reason why I am here." Sherlock continued, pacing the length of the room.
Jen frowned in confusion, staring up at the man, bewildered. "What's the reason?"
Sherlock had his arms behind his back, refreshing his memory with his recent conversations with Mycroft and John, regarding Jen's position in all of this.
"I have reason to believe that you told people about the little mishap between you and John." Sherlock said, carefully scrutinizing Jen.
Jen shook her head. "No, I wouldn't tell anybody. It isn't my place to tell and I was hoping to put it all behind me."
Her answer was noble, and Jen clearly was the type of person who liked to keep a clean slate when it comes to her friendships with others. Sherlock took note that Jen was also an actress, judging by all the self-portraits and head shots hung up on the walls. Actors and actresses wouldn't dare ruin their reputation by spreading rumors, that is, if they are serious with their work and tend to make a career out of it.
"Alright." Sherlock concluded. "Well, thank you for your time."
Jen stood up, escorting Sherlock to the door. "No, thank you for coming and clearing this up. I'm sorry this happened."
Sherlock stepped out and gave Jen a genuine smile before leaving, and heading back towards the flat.
If Jen nor Mycroft is a possible suspect anymore...
Then who is?