"Sherlock Holmes...of course how can I resist" Sherlock replied, hanging up the phone to Scotland Yard.
Amy stirs in her sleep, coming out of her fantasy induced coma, as she realises she has slept half the day away.
The dark leather chair she has slept in leaves marks engraved into her face as she sits up, wrapping Sherlock's coat around herself.
Amy sits up, scratching the back of her neck, before stretching out her long legs,draping them over the coffee table. She faintly hears John singing in the shower to his brilliantly out of tune rendition of bohemian rhapsody.
"Morning?"Amy questions her statement unsure of what the time actually is.
"Errm not quite Amelia." Sherlock states. "It's what you ordinary people would call a late lunchtime." Sherlock continued, dashing around the room, grabbing his scarf from the back of the door. Amy gives Sherlock a look of confusion. "Urgh,it's 2:00 pm." He says his patience wearing thin.
"Did you not sleep at all last night Sherlock?" Amy begins before Sherlock cuts her off.
"Amelia, I don't have time for stupid questions. I have been summoned by Lestrade." Sherlock replies, searching the room for more necessities to take with him.
Sherlock has a look of pure glee on his face. "The game is on Amelia!" He shouts at her,twirling around, and jumping excitedly up and down.
"The great Sherlock Holmes, is in a good mood!?" Amy asks jokingly. Sherlock's mood reminds her of her raggedy man and his adventures, he gets jovial about.
"Right, tell John I'm off to solve a case! Oh and we need some shopping, I may of used the eggs and milk for an experiment in decomposition, don't open the fridge, nasty smell, tell him to keep his phone on, and don't mess up my sock index!" Sherlock strides out the door,leaving Amy standing on the spot completely baffled, still giggling at Sherlock's utter change in mood.
Amy watches Sherlock scurry down the stairs, jumping three at a time. "Mrs Hudson!" Sherlock bellows before leaving. Mrs Hudson takes a while to appear, currently busy doing the cleaning.
"Sherlock..."Amy stops to think about how she will phrase her next question. "Can I come along?" she asks quietly hoping Sherlock can hear her.
Sherlock pauses for a moment, his face expressionless and undecided, sizing Amy up. He stares at her intently for a moment, making Amy blush. She suddenly realised she hadn't yet got changed.
"Urghhh, you will follow me either way." Sherlock mutters under his breath. "You can come if you promise not to say anything annoying or stupid?" Sherlock said grinning. "Or...think too much." He added bitterly.
Amy started beaming at the top of the stairs. "Wait right there Detective Holmes." Amy said gesturing with a mock army salute.
Amy skipped merrily back into 221B quickly grabbing one of John's thin knit cardigans, the more fashionable of his wardrobe, and brushed her hair in two strokes, grabbing her denim jacket, yanking on her tan boots once more and adding her dark red scarf to compliment the outfit, she hopped down the stairs, carrying Sherlock's coat to give back to him, where Sherlock was talking with Mrs Hudson.
"Change of plans Mrs Hudson, young Amelia here is coming with me." Sherlock said kissing Mrs Hudson's cheek and shrugging on his coat.
"Could you tell John to please stop causing that karaoke racket upstairs?" "It's offending everyone's ears." Sherlock joked with Mrs Hudson.
"Oh and tell him to get some milk and eggs!" Sherlock adds before bounding out the door with Amy trailing behind him.
Mrs Hudson looked baffled at Sherlock's sudden excitement,judging him on the indecency of the poor murder victim he was about to see, she shouts out just as Sherlock is walking through the door way with Amy close on his heels.
"Of course I will Sherlock and you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend?" Mrs Hudson enquires playfully, still not sure how Amy knew Sherlock and John so well.
Sherlock started to blush a light shade of pink, contrasting with his pale, thin features and hurried out the door pretending to not have heard Mrs Hudson's last remark.
"Taxi!"Sherlock yelled as they waited outside 221B in the cold air, digging his face into his scarf.
"Sooo Mr. Detective Holmes? Amy began to tease rocking on her heels waiting. "Do you not have a lot of girlfriends then?" Amy joked, nudging into Sherlock's side playfully.
Sherlock startedto tut at Amy's remark, not giving her response, repelling away from Amy's physical contact, already regretting bringing her along.
The taxi pulled up causing Amy to skip lightly up the kerb she had just accidentally fallen off.
The taxi man gave Amy a flirty smile as she stood outside fixing the length of her skirt.
"Amelia just get in the cab!" Sherlock shouted sighing through his words annoyed,as Amy was now adjusting her hair and makeup in the window reflection.
"God you really are grumpy aren't you," Amy joked as she slid into the cab next to Sherlock, waving at the light blond haired taxi driver. "Maybe you really do need a girlfriend, might cheer you up a bit." She jested at him.
"Relationships are a distraction I could do without Amelia; they are for idiots, people who have time to fill their heads with such ordinary rubbish, sentiment. My mind,obviously, is free from such rubbish" Sherlock scoffed, as he rudely gestured to the cab driver to move quickly.
"Sooooo" Amy continued in a high pitched voice, her Scottish accent loud and dragged out. "Where are we off to grumpy gills?" Amy said, pouting like a fish at Sherlock.
"I thought that would've been obvious Amelia. I am a detective;I got a phone call for a case. We are going to a crime scene." Sherlock said in a regimented bored voice, looking out of the window.
"Well I know that...obviously." Amy mimics Sherlock on the last word she speaks, copying his low baritone voice.
"What I mean isss, where is the crime scene, any creepy factories or castles?" Amy asked excitedly, hoping one of her murder mystery stories she had read growing up as a child in Leadworth would be coming true.
The taxi turned one last corner, causing Amy to hold her weight up, trying not to let her lightweight figure fall into Sherlock's hound tooth coat. They arrived outside an old warehouse, a line of bright yellow police tape surrounding the dilapidated scaffolding.
Lestrade waved to Sherlock as they both clambered out of the cab. Amy splashed in a dark muddy puddle staining her tights with flicks of mud.
Sherlock stepped over the puddles and walked towards Lestrade, with an intrigued expression, leaving Amy to hop through the mud on her own.
"You called me?" Sherlock said to Lestrade "What's so interesting about this one then?" Sherlock finished, unsure whether this case was worth his time or not.
"Ohhhh,so you're normally this rude to everyone then" Amy piped in, having jumped over all the puddles now smiling at Lestrade.
"Hi, I'm Amy" she said.
"Don't worry we're all pretty used to it by now, nice to meet you Amy, so how do you know Sherlock then?" Lestrade said happily shaking Amy's hand.
"Welllll aaapparently I'm his girlfriend according to his land lady!" Amy giggles to Lestrade whilst nudging Sherlock playfully.
Sherlock gives a look of pure boredom, and decides to walk away from their awkward introductions,running into Anderson coming out from the worn down crime scene.
"Oh god, he hasn't called the freak in again." Anderson said with a sneer.
"Oh Anderson, how the world would be better off without you." "The IQ levels of the ordinary would increase, I'm sure of it." Sherlock started.
Sherlock kept his bored expression and nudged his way past Anderson rudely "Why are you always here?" He said rhetorically before turning to look towards Amy and Lestrade.
"I could do without looking at him; can't he go back to nursery, more his level I think?" Sherlock said, emphasising the K in his speech with a slow tongue roll.
Amy giggled at Sherlock's jeer, trying to cover up her amusement with her scarf.
Anderson gave Amy a daggered expression "And who exactly is she?"
"Someone with a lot more intelligence than you, clearly!" Sherlock sang back at Anderson as he entered the scaffolding, stepping over a rusty metal pole.
Lestrade sighed with exasperation, looking at Anderson's appalled face.
"She's a friend of his. Listen Anderson we need him on this one so just pipe down for a bit will you, just wait outside, I'll call you when they are done." Lestrade said trying to control the children, rolling his eyes before following Sherlock.
Amy winked at the angry face of Anderson before hurrying along behind them.
"Sherlock can you at least try to get along with everyone else, I'm going to have a mutiny on my hands one day" Lestrade tried to plead with Sherlock. He finished giving Sherlock a scolding and perched lightly outside the broken splintered door, whilst Amy and Sherlock entered the first room.
"Oh man you really don't like Anderson do you?" Amy asked Sherlock, laughing,already knowing the answer.
"Stop laughing...don't breathe, don't think, everybody shut up I'm thinking"Sherlock said shouting suddenly, kneeling down to the ground to examine the body.
Amy stared down at the sad form in front of her, pinching her nose from the smell lingering in the room, mud splashes on the victims ripped nylon tights.
"Ok so what have we got here?" Sherlock began to deduct. "Victim is in her late 30s,coordinating pink outfit, necklace engraved, fairy tales, charm bracelet with a glass slipper-fond of fairy tales." Sherlock muttered to himself, Amy listening in, trying to help.
"She's got a Pandora's box locket as well Sherlock." Amy said helping with his observations, bending down, stepping on her scarf, to open the locket up. Inside the locket was a picture of the victim kissing her horse on the star mark above its muzzle.
"Urgh sentiment Amy, how do you deal with it?" Sherlock said when Amy unclipped the golden locket around the lady's thin neck, untangling her light blonde hair with the chain, and placing it in an evidence bag.
"Is it something to do with fairy tales?" Amy said annoyed at Sherlock's outburst.
"Yes obviously, but why?" Sherlock continued to stare at the lady's body lying in a peculiar recovery position, sleeping shape.
Amy got up to walk around feeling woozy, losing her vision, after realising she hadn't eaten all day. She watched Sherlock continue to deduct as he picked up the lady's lifeless hand, dropping it down like a lead weight.
Amy kicked her foot against the splintered door frame, breaking a section off in a dusty muddy mess.
She bent down to pick up the splinter she had just broken off, after she realised she had tampered with the crime scene.
The splinter had fallen under one of the cylinder poles in the scaffolding, Amy bent down to find it underneath, her vision searching for the miniscule piece of wood. She crawled on her hands and knees, muddying up her tights as she searched under the dripping wet pole.
"Ermm Sherlock..." Amy began.
"Hmm?" Sherlock wasn't paying much attention to anything but the body, as he observed every possible outcome in his mind.
Amy came out from the wreckage, holding a dusty red apple with a smiley face carved into it.
"Poison?" Amy questioned, from the other side of the room, her voice wavering at the idea, annoyed Sherlock hadn't payed any attention to her.
Good, very good, for an average mind. Sadly not the too obvious." Sherlock said, still calculating little details in his mind.
Amy huffed in annoyance, spinning around "Well you tell us what happened then smarty-pants"
"Nothing is as simple as that Amelia." Sherlock huffed and continued to puzzle over it.
"Sherlock, I found this apple, look..." Amy said passing the apple with an engraved smiley face to Sherlock.
"Hmm Elegant." Sherlock stopped talking and started to think.
"Sherlock! Any information please!" Lestrade begged. "I've only got two minutes before Anderson walks through that door and demands you leave." Lestrade continued.
"I think you'll find he's more likely to walk into it."Sherlock muttered smirking at Amy as she smiled back.
"The victim is in her late 30s, she has a fondness for fairy tales, she is an American tourist going by her foot wear and luggage,there is no stab marks or gun shot wounds, suggesting something was injected or forced down her throat, Amy pointed out an apple, suggesting a poison, but I will take a sample to my lab and work out the other obvious details there." Sherlock stopped finally taking a breath.
Amy suddenly remembered the shape of the smiley face on the apple;it was remarkably similar to the shape and style of the apple The Doctor gave her when he came back for her all those years ago.
Could it be a signal he is trying to send from where ever he was? She thought to herself, assuming it was the Doctor trying to get hold of her, deciding it was nothing important.
"I need to get back to 221B Amy, say bye to Lestrade, I'm sure you and your short skirt can flirt some more next time." Sherlock said judging her, looking her up and down before bounding past them both and knocking Anderson out of the way as he jumped into the cab.
Amy started to say goodbye, realising Sherlock was in a hurry.
"Greg, I've got to go, it was lovely meeting you." She said with a smile.
"Like wise Amy."Lestrade shouted back as Amy started to run off in the direction of the cab.
Sherlock was twiddling his fingers in the cab waiting for Amy, she was taking too long.
"221B Baker's Street, drive now." Sherlock said as he decided not to wait for Amy.
Amy started to run in the direction of the cab as she saw the driver pull away with Sherlock inside. Hurt and confusion bubbled up inside her, as Lestrade walked up behind her, aware of what had just happened.
"Don't worry, he does that a lot, never waits around for anyone. " Greg said with a friendly smile. "Fancy joining me for a chat and a drink Amy? You probably need it after spending the day with Sherlock Holmes."he said with a reassuring smile and a chuckle.
"Sounds lovely Greg, I don't know London very well, take me to your favourite drinks spot!" Amy said excitedly with a smile, she loved making new friends. Greg seemed like a pretty endearing easy going man and Amy decided to take him up onhis offer, she wrapped her scarf around her neck and walked side by side with Lestrade.
The bar Lestrade had chosen was a little Irish pub, just on the walk back to Baker's Street, they had taken. The cold air stained Amy's cheeks and nose a dark red,she wasn't used to this British weather.
Lestrade zipped his jacket up to his chin, his light grey hair catching the rays of the muted light filtering out from the lamppost above them, trying to cancel out the cold as they both hurriedly walked into the cosy pub.
The heat automatically hit them as they walked through the door, the encouraging atmosphere of friendly people jostling each other.
The windows were decorated with little green Shamrocks, a selection of snazzy ties hanging behind the bar with whiskey jars painted with own brand labels, for an aesthetically pleasing extra.
The bar stools were another shade of green, complimenting the whole room, the iridescent light shades made from glass, shone down on the speckled wooden floor, the aroma of peanuts filled the air as Lestrade and Amy strolled up to the bar.
Amy jumped on the light green leather bar stool gracefully, as Lestrade ordered their drinks in.
Amy traced her hand along the corrugated menu as she decided what to have.
"Hmm, I'll have a glass of red please Greg." Amy said as she assumed Lestrade was paying for her.
"Right ho."Lestrade shouted already heading to the bar, moving a few places down from where Amy was sitting.
Lestrade was lingering by the bar, chatting to the local drunks,
"It's a shame there aren't many of these pubs left." He began in light hearted conversation.
"It's nice to get London out your lungs." He continued with a laugh as the nearby gents he was standing with shouted "Here here!" as they clinked their large pint glasses with Lestrade's.
Amy rolled her eyes, she realised she was only one of a few girls sitting in this pub.
The two other girls across the room, older than Amy, were pointing and staring at her with disdain.
Amy stared one of them down as she metaphorically drew the shape of her snooty nose, in her mind, noticing her every detail, as the woman narrowed her eyes at Amy.
"Hi, can I help you?" A helpful bar man enquired, coming over to see if she needed to be served.
Amy cocked her head at him with a sweet smile, he was quite attractive with dark eyes,light hair and irrefutably fair.
"No thanks,I'm just waiting for my friend." She replied back, watching his sad expression as he walked away from her.
Lestrade eventually stumbled back after having a few shots with the locals at the bar, holding the tray of their beverages, spilling it everywhere on the tray, causing a pool of alcohol.
Amy noticed the green shot glasses on the tray; she counted them as she observed the one drink Lestrade was supposedly getting her.
"Errm Greg,I thought we said one drink?" Amy asked worried about how bad she would feel tomorrow morning if she inhaled this amount of alcohol.
"Oh come on Amy it's a Friday, have some fun." Greg said already starting to slur his words, watching Amy's expression as she eventually agreed, deciding she had nothing else to get up for in the morning.
"Not everyday a Scottish girl walks in to an Irish pub." Amy added winking and clinking her first shot glass with Lestrade with a secure smile.
"So Amy."Lestrade began. Amy could sense the questioning coming thick and fast.
"Are you and Sherlock, errrm together?" Lestrade asked gesturing with his hands, like the spinning of yarn around a bobbin wheel.
"Ha! No Greg, we are not an item, if that's what you are implying, Sherlock doesn't do sentiment remember?" Amy said laughing at Greg's bad attempt to be subtle.
Amy and Lestrade clink another two shot glasses together, lemon and lime surrounding their taste buds, mixing together in their mouths as they subconsciously mixed their drinks.
Lestrade laughed along with Amy after pulling a face like a sour lemon.
"Nah I thought not, relationships aren't really his style, not even sure he's ever had one." Lestrade said truthfully,starting to hiccup as he sipped at his pint of foam topping.
Amy giggles as she notices Greg has caused himself to create a moustache of light cream foam.
"Ha ha you would suit a tash!" Amy said with a laugh staring at Greg's fashionable bubble beard.
Amy sipped at her red wine, already feeling slightly woozy,having not eaten anything all day. "Woahh gets right to your head doesn't it?"Amy said to Lestrade who was now finding more amusement in his spinney laughed together like a couple of hyenas, before both getting up and heading to the bar.
"Is she ok?" The kind bar man asked, staring at Amy swaying from side to side.
"She's fine." Lestrade told him as he ordered some salted peanuts for them both.
"Get popcorn!" Amy yelled whilst leaning against the bar,swinging her foot back and forth.
Amy felt a little bit better about Sherlock deserting her,the pain of The Doctor leaving her once again started to disappear as the alcohol began to consume her senses, her fears and worries starting to drain out of her.
She sat back in her seat after stretching her legs.
"More for Little Miss Red." The bar man began, as he gave Lestrade another tray of drinks and salted peanuts.
"Ha ha, I love that nickname!" Amy shouted at him not realising how inebriated she was acting.
"It's just so fairy tale!" She shouted again realising the volume of her voice was far too high as the two girls sitting at the table opposite started gossiping about Amy, pointing, sneering and laughing at her in drunken state.
"Oi!" Amy began at one of the girls, feeling her Scottish feisty attitude taking over.
"Can't you say it to my face?" Amy shouted loudly, whilst staring daggers at the girls, her accent strong, slurred but sure of herself.
"Leave it Amy!" Lestrade beckoned her to come back over to him. "Look I have more alcohol."
He said placing one of the plastic cups they had used on his head like a fez.
Amy laughed as she looked at Lestrade in his stupid hat, realising he was pretending to act more drunk than her to keep her spirits up.
Amy walked away from the girls, narrowing her eyes at both of them before flicking her hair at them and rejoining Lestrade at the bar, nearly falling off her leather stool.
"Whoops." Lestrade said catching her before she plummeted tothe ground, letting go of her momentarily to pay the bill, perching her against the bar stool.
"Looks like it's time to get you back to 221B Amy." Lestrade offered helpfully, noticing Amy was on the floor.
"But I'm having so much funnnnn." Amy said tapping her hands rhythmically on the speckled floorboard, her legs crossed like a child.
"Come on let's walk back." Lestrade said, helping her up and holding out an arm for her to link with.
"Oh OK, police man escort me home." She said with a wink grabbing onto Lestrades jacket.
As they stumbled out the pub Lestrade checked his watch, the night had encircled them as the street lamps had began to turn off around them.
The only street lamps visible still were the ones in the alley way round the corner to Baker Street, opposite the station. They stumbled past a little children's play area, Amy realised it was the same park the Doctor had landed the TARDIS in,she missed him terribly already.
"Greg." Amy slurred. "What would you say if I told you I believed in aliens?" Amy continued deciding to spin around the nearby lamppost,deciding to give it a kiss, her red lipstick staining onto the cold grey metal pole.
"I'd say you were as mad as Sherlock is clever." Lestrade joked with her as he picked her up off the floor, after she had spun round the lamppost too many times and landed in a heap on the floor.
Lestrade pulled her arm around his shoulder as they reached Baker Street, her weight light and easy to manage.
Amy could see 221B from where they were and decided to let goof Lestrade and run as fast as her legs could to the door. Not expecting Amy was going to do this, Lestrade ran after her with his, short legs struggling to keep up with the Amazonian woman.
"MR DETECTIVE HOLMMMMEEEEESSSSS, YOUR GIRLFRIEENNDDD ISHOOOMMMEEE." Amy giggled through her speech as she hung off the railing outside of 221. Lestrade having now caught up with her, panting slightly, knocked three times on the still broken door knocker.
Mrs Hudson opened the door embarrassed to be seen caught in her nightgown.
"Oh hello Greg, why are you calling so late?" "Not more cases for Sherlock I ho...pe."
She paused in her speech as she noticed Amelia hanging off the railing, not in the best of states.
"Ermm not quite Mrs Hudson." Lestrade said trying not to slur himself. "Where is Amy staying? I wasn't sure whether it was with you lot here?I thought I'd get her back safe, you know dark alleys and all." Greg said with a smile on his face, happy to have helped a civilian back home, keeping to his police laws, even when he was off duty.
"Oh thank you Greg!" Mrs Hudson said, suddenly mothering overAmy's state.
"Let me worry about getting her in to the flat." Mrs Hudson said, helping Amy lean against her frail body.
"You go rest your legs after all that walking, you OK to get a cab?" Mrs Hudson said suddenly realising Greg also wasn't completely sober himself.
"I'll be fineeee, I'm not as think as you drunk I am" Greg joked, playing with his words with a wink.
He gives one final wave to Mrs Hudson and Amy before he calls a cab outside.
"Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson queries up the stairs. "John?" She adds, this one being more likely to reply.
"Could one of you help me for a moment?" She continued holding Amy up, her body heavy against Mrs Hudson's meek stature.
John comes rushing down the stairs, worried about Mrs Hudson,before seeing a drunken Amy slouching against the stair case, trying to hold herself up, Mrs. Hudson buckling under her weight.
"Amy!" John begins. "We were worried where you had got to!"He continued, relief filling his face.
"Sherlock don't worry, she's back." He shouts up the stairs.
He grabs Amy by the waist keeping her at the same height as him,pulling her arm over his shoulder, almost in a fireman's carry.
John trudges up the stairs, Amy hanging over John's body,trying to control her drunken squeals.
"I wasn't worried John." Sherlock states eyes locked to his microscope. "I merely observed she wasn't around."
"Well she's ok, nothing a good night's sleep and a glass of water won't fix." John said suddenly switching his role to a caring army doctor.
Sherlock finally looked up from his microscope to see Amy being layed down onto the sofa by John, as she began to curl up into a ball once more.
Sherlock rose from his seat and begrudgingly decided to wrap his coat around Amy, noticing she was shivering.
Amy's auburn hair wisps slowly slid across her eyes as she settled deeper into the chair.
John scurries into the kitchen and returns with a tall pint glass of water and sets it out of the coffee table in front of Amy.
Sherlock stares at her for a second whilst John is in the kitchen, her eyes almost closed; he brushes the hair from her face, unsure why he feels the sudden need to comfort her.
"Goodnight Mr Detective Holmes" she lazily whispers to Sherlock, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the cheek, before succumbing to the blackness of sleep, her head plodding on the pillow.
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From this slumber she shall wake
When true loves kiss
His heart will break
Jim Moriarty
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