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Sorry I didn't update, I was planing on doing one chapter a day but I went to this wicked renaissance fair and spend the night over a friends the day before that so I didn't get home until late. And I have psychical therapy and a beach party tomorrow so I won't be able to post tomorrow either. Stay with me and review!
The three thick files were spread about on the table as Sherlock peered at them from above.
"I need more information." Sherlock said, still looking at the scattered files.
"More information? What do you mean? Everything is right there." Adrian asked a little insulted at all the work he and Carmella had to do to even steal these files.
"These files tell me more about the man who wrote them than the people there about." Sherlock said and ran his finger along an edge, "He picks at the edges of papers; he isn't patience and at the stated of his rushed hand writing that is even more apparent. He dislikes his job; he pressed down on the paper when he had to write good remarks so his position is barely noticed." Sherlock paused for a breath.
"Alex is a smoker, she's held a grudge against me for quite some time, I promoted; she was skipped over for the job. I'm always at least one step ahead of her. Always." Carmella got up and poked another file, "Jaiden is a daddy's boy. He never does anything on his own; he's a worse flirt than Adrian and has next to no skills." Carmella stated skillfully.
"Next to no skill?" John echoed.
"I'd imagine he must have some skills to keep bedding women every other night." Carmella shrugged.
"Ah. I see." John said; a little embarrassed he'd brought it up.
"Good lord my door!"
All eyes went to the stair well where Mrs. Hudson was heard, "Sherlock! John! Are you two alright?" she shouted and started up the stairs.
"Yes we're fine Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock said and motioned to the last file, "And this one? Dmitri Sokolov Russian I can tell but what is he like?" Sherlock asked.
Mrs. Hudson came into the room out of breath, "My door's been kicked in." she wheezed.
Sherlock and John looked over to Adrian and Carmella, the latter was drinking the tea that John had barely touched and Adrian was guilty looking down.
John cleared his throat; Adrian looked up, looked at Mrs. Hudson then down again, "I said your locks weren't strong."
"So you kicked the door in?" John asked in disbelieve.
"We knocked, no one answered." Carmella said, eyes closed and sipping tea.
"You never were patient." Sherlock said sitting in a chair across from her.
"I'm still not." Carmella said, feeling the muscle above her right eye twitch again.
"What about my door? I can't have people walking by and seeing my building's front door kicked in!" Mrs. Hudson demanded and stomped a foot.
"I'll pay for a new one madam." Adrian said standing put and putting a head over his heart, "Scouts honor."
"You were never a scout." Carmella commented from behind her tea up.
"It's an expression." Adrian said, hand twitching involuntarily.
"It's a poor one, knowing your back ground." Carmella said resting her cup on the table.
"Anyway," Adrian said, clearly annoyed with his companions mannerisms, "I'll go with you now Miss." He said.
"Miss?" Mrs. Hudson blushed, "Well it has been awhile since a strapping young man escorted me somewhere." The older woman chuckled.
"It would be my pleasure." Adrian smiled, "Watch Carmella for me."
"I'm not a child Adrian!" Carmella pouted.
"No promises…" Sherlock said glaring at the wall, looking away from Adrian.
"Oh course we will." John said, punching Sherlock in the arm as a warning to behave, "She's save with us."
"Well then, after you young lady." Adrian said holding his arm for Mrs. Hudson.
The old woman giggled madly and took Adrian's arm, "Why thank you young man." She said and walked out the door with the taller American man.
The two could be heard chatting lightly down the stairs all the while Sherlock's intense stare at the wall only burned harder.
"So then, this Dmitri Sokolov chap, who is he?" John asked, seeing that Sherlock, while wouldn't admit it was upset that his motherly figured just walked out without saying good-bye on the arm of a stranger.
Carmella didn't answer; she got up and went to the door, "I do hope she didn't drop this." She said and picked up a bottle of juice.
Sherlock looked over and in Carmella's hand was a good sized bottle labeled 'Sparkling Peach Juice'. Sherlock's look softened and he got up, strode easily over to the short female and plucked the bottle out of her hands before sitting down and unscrewing the lid.
"Hey! That isn't-"Carmella started.
"Mrs. Hudson offered to pick him up some juice." John explained and at that Carmella sat back down.
Sherlock placed the lid on the arm of the chair and drank about half the bottle before pulling it away from his lips and putting it on the table. He made a face.
"I hate peach." Sherlock said and put the lid on the hissing drink.
"Then why did you drink it?" Carmella asked.
Sherlock paused a moment and John knew, he smiled inwardly at Sherlock's motives for drinking the juice bought by Mrs. Hudson, "I had asked about this Dmitri Sokolov, I'd like to get this over with." Sherlock said instead of answering Carmella.
Carmella understood and chuckled to herself how much he looked like the pouty boy she used to know on the playground after a fight with his brother.
"Yeah Dmitri is a sweetheart. He's transferred over England in the past few weeks from Moscow, he speaks English but it's cute." Carmella chuckled, "All that thick Russian accent."
"Anything useful?" Sherlock asked taking another drink from the bottle.
"Not really, we went for drinks once. He's not in any form a drinker, he talked about his sisters, his mother and that his father had pasted. Talked about Russia but nothing much more that than, poor boy, I think he's lonely." Carmella sighed.
"Well that's fine then." Sherlock said and handed the rest of the juice to John as he got up.
"And where are you going?" Carmella asked watching as he gathered his thinks.
"We," Sherlock said putting his scarf on, "Are going to meet your coworkers."
"Oh, well all right." Carmella said and got up as well.
John pulled a coat on as the other two walked down stairs chatting about the best way to Carmella's work when John paused looking at the bottle of juice in his hands, "I didn't get my jam."