So this is chapter fouuur... Wow I have never written a fanfiction this long xD lawl. I hope you'll like this chapter and I hope you'll understand it =p And that you'll like it of course! The story will get funny soon, I promise xD
Sherlock emailed the police as soon as he had woken up the next day. A week went by and on the fourth day he finally got a reply which told him that they wanted to meet him in person. Sherlock told Mrs. Hudson about his and they went out in town to buy some new clothes for Sherlock. An hour before the meeting, Sherlock was standing in the bathroom, grooming and dressing himself. He put on a tight purple shirt with black buttons and a pair of dark blue jeans. It almost looked liked the buttons were about to pop out. He brushed his hair carefully and after 20 minutes, he felt pleased with his appearance. He went out from the bathroom and met Mrs. Hudson in the doorway, saying goodbye and she wished him good luck, then he went out to the underground and made his way to the police house.
When he arrived at the police house, he met a tan young woman with black curly hair. She had a nameplate on her chest, telling the world that her name was "Sally Donovan".
"Are you Sherlock Holmes?" she asked him and looked at him with an ambiguous gaze.
"Yes." Sherlock said with a nod.
"Come with me then." Sally said and Sherlock followed her steps into the large building. They went through the entrance hall, up over some stairs, into a lift and when they came out of the lift they entered a quite big room with a man sitting in a big, comfy-looking chair at his desk. Sherlock could tell that he chewed on a chocolate glazed doughnut while talking in his phone. The man sat with his back away from them so the only thing Sherlock could see was the man's ruffled hair.
"Sit down in the chair there..." Sally said quietly to Sherlock and pointed at a chair on the opposite of the man. "and wait until he is done talking." she said and went out from the room, closing the door after her. Sherlock sat down and waited patiently for the man to finish talking with whoever it was. He entertained himself with trying to deduce what the man's name were, where he came from according to his accent, how old he was and so on. He had just begun deducing when the man turned around and looked at him.
"Hi. My name is Inspector Lestrade." the man said and reached out his hand to Sherlock, wanting Sherlock to shake it, which he did, but just for acting polite. He wasn't very fond of shaking hands with Walking Meat.
"Hi. I'm Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock said and tried to give him a nice looking smile.
"So Sherlock... I read your email and I understand that you are very interested of this job. Why?" Lestrade asked with an interested voice. It seemed like Sherlock was the first wanting this job.
"Because I think I am well suited of it. I am quick witted and intelligence, I also have the right body for it, physical speaking." Sherlock explained and quoted Mrs. Hudson.
"Yes..." Lestrade said while pondering a bit before continuing speaking. "We really need someone who can help us with running some small errands for us time to time, not like an assistance but something bigger than that."
"What type of errands will I run, if I get this job I mean?" Sherlock asked.
"You'll be helping us with solving tiny cases, like small robberies and similar things. In the mean time, we will keep our eyes on you and see if you are worth something more." Lestrade explained and Sherlock nodded, he enjoyed the thought of solving cases. He had always loved to solve things out, everything from Math problems to bank robbery he had seen in the few newspapers he had read. Maybe he should invest in detective business...
"That sounds very good." Sherlock said and Lestrade nodded pleasingly. They talked about more things Sherlock could do, about the pay and Lestrade asked a little about Sherlock's personal life which he couldn't tell the elder man much about. He told him where he was born, that he had a brother, where he had studied and that he had travelled a lot since he reached his teenage years. The teens was an important age for the werewolves since a werewolf child is able to shape shift for the first time when he reach the age of thirteen. Lestrade looked up Sherlock's criminal records and school grades. When they have talked for about an hour, Lestrade wrapped it up by telling Sherlock that he had been employed and would start working next Monday. Lestrade greeted him goodbye and Sherlock went out from the building with a big, goofy grin all over his face. He immediately texted Mycroft, telling him the good news and ended the text with:
"- SH :D"
However he didn't get a reply. Sherlock went home with the tub and on his way home he wondered why Mycroft didn't reply. He supposed Mycroft was busied with hunting.
When he came home, he slumped down on the couch and stared at the ceiling with his hands cupped into a prayer like pose. He closed his eyes and imagined he was running through the seas of green forests and grass. Mycroft ran by his side and together they were tracking a wounded doe. They managed to find the doe, Mycroft bit its neck, slowly suffocating it and sinking his sharp teeth into the doe's flesh which always made Sherlock's mouth water. Then Mycroft would take the first bites of their prey and then allowing Sherlock to come close and eat. They would be taking the remains of the doe with them and hiding it somewhere and then come back to it later to feast once again. Sherlock felt the warmth tingling down his spine and slowly he transformed into his other half. When the transforming was finished, he jumped down on the floor, feeling his whole body vibrating with the desire to hunt and feast. He ran to the door, got up on two legs and tried to open the door with his hand shaped paws but unfortunately the door handle was made of silver and it burned his paws. He growled by the burning pain and limped up the stairs to his room and jumped out of the window and out on the roof. A small voice in his head told him that he was up to no good but Sherlock ignored it and hurried his way down to the ground from the roof. He sneaked around on the busy streets, filled with Walking Meat and he did his best to not be detected. Sherlock hurried his way through the alleys to find a place with less people, though he didn't understand that there would be people everywhere, he was in central London after all.
He hid under a box made of carton in an Walking Meat free, dirty alley and waited until the sounds from the streets became calmer and the air became cooler. He sniffed in the air and concluded that it was late evening.
"Finally..." he thought and started to run out of the alley on soft paws, whiffing in the air to see if there was any Walking Meat close by. It was, obviously, but Sherlock managed to slip through the streets almost undetected. He sniffed in the air again and scented the murk smell of trees and greenery which caused him to automatically go over there.
To his disappointment, it was just a small park he had smelled but he could hear some squirrels chattering and thought he could take a snack. Sherlock run around the park for some minutes, stretching his body and barking quietly but happy to finally be in the greenery again. Though it couldn't compare with a forest, it still was good for his mind and soul and it made him relax a bit. Sherlock saw some Walking Meat giving him frightened looks and he hoped that they would depict him as a large dog rather than a wolf. Sherlock played around some more before jumping after a poor squirrel which were collecting and quickly killing it by crushing its small skull. He swallowed it whole and licked away the blood on his snout before he contently trotted back to 221B, though he transformed back to human on a public toilet before going inside the apartment.
He saw Mrs. Hudson sleeping on the couch and he hurried to the bathroom to wash himself, he had gotten pretty dirty while running around like a fool in the park. He washed himself and then he decided to make dinner. Mrs. Hudson woke up when the dinner was ready and she thanked him for making it and asked about his day. Sherlock told her that he had got the job and when he would begin working. He didn't tell her about his visit to the park and he hoped that no one would make a fuss about it.
After dinner, Sherlock watched some TV with Mrs. Hudson before going up to his bedroom. He felt very content since he had been running around as a wolf. When he had dressed himself for the night and was lying in his bed, he took out his mobile and texted Mycroft.
I have had a great day. I think I have begun to start liking it here. But I still feel that I want to be with you more than anything else. How is your day? - SH
Hello brother dear. It's good that you are starting to like it over there. Everything is good over here, I have been hunting the whole day so that's why I haven't answered your last text. I hunted down a red deer today, I wish I could have shared it with you. I'm glad you got the job. Be safe. -MH
Sherlock smiled and put away his mobile again, pleased with his brothers answer. He looked out the window for a while before he fell asleep with the Moon still shining warmly in front of his retina.