Chapter 6 – My Dear Watson
~~Two Years Later~~
After sitting by the window in Angelo's for far too long, I began to grow irritated at the lack of interest in my surroundings. I sat staring into the small crowds of people as they filed through more people and the limited traffic on Northumberland Road. Not one sign of the man I was expecting to meet. But he would be here… soon.
"Ah! Sherlock! It has been too long!" I looked up at the source of the voice to see Angelo, the restaurant's owner, standing over me with a wide grin on his face.
"Indeed it has, how are things?"
"Good thanks, but more importantly how are you?"
I nodded in response before looking out of the window.
"Oh are you on a case?"
"Yes… I should be meeting someone who is most likely the one who stole a part of an exhibit from the British museum…"
"An exhibit? Why would someone do that?"
"No idea…"
I continued scanning the restaurant's surroundings, Angelo joining my search despite having no idea what I was looking for. The only sound came from chatter of nearby customers.
As I looked out onto the street I noticed a white van that had stopped not far from the restaurant. It wasn't the model of the vehicle that caught my attention – it was the logo.
"Angelo, do you ever get bread deliveries at this time of night?"
"No, never. Why do you ask?"
"Because I think I have found who I am looking for. Please excuse me." I got up quickly from the table, pulling on my coat and scarf before heading out onto the street in the direction of bread van. If I was correct then the case would solved. Should I call Lestrade? No he can wait.
As I approached the van a young man in a white jacket and jeans climbed out of the driver's seat, heading to the back doors. I suspected that the van would hold the artefact or the information needed for any buyers. It still confused me to why this particular item was taken since it holds very little value in comparison to its neighbouring exhibits. The driver stopped at the back doors of the van, opening them and I discreetly peered inside while trying to act as inconspicuous as possible. But I was wrong. The van contained nothing but one crate of bread that was then moved and taken into a small shop a few doors from where I was stood.
Before I could make any further decisions, my phone started to ring and I pulled it from my pockets.
"Lestrade what is it?"
"Good news Sherlock, we've found it. Someone tried to sell it on the black market but we got there first."
"Do you know who tried to sell it?"
"Yeah, some bloke from Shoreditch. He just confessed and gave up the names of the people who broke in. Case solved."
"Oh… Good… I was at a dead end anyway." I admit I was slightly annoyed that I couldn't solve it myself. But the robbers were caught. Justice could be done which is all that Scotland Yard cared for. Besides it was a tedious case – I was better off staying home.
"Okay Sherlock, I'll call you if anything else crops up. But thanks anyway."
"No problem Lestrade. Goodbye." I hung up, looking around my surroundings.
It wasn't unusual that the case was solved without my help since I don't accept every case. However it was an odd feeling to end a case without completing it myself. All that was left was to return to Baker Street and busy myself with some of my unfinished experiments. I tried to hail a taxi; however the driver ignored me and carried on down the road. Sighing, I turned to walk towards a tube station when I collided with another pedestrian that I didn't see behind me.
I had begun to apologise to the shorter blonde man when I saw his face and stopped in shock. This simply could not be possible. Yet it was unmistakable: I knew this face. I knew this man.
John Watson.
I have finally updated! Really sorry for the delay but I had exams and then the most awful writers block! This chapter isn't as good as I had hoped but you get the idea of what happened and I promise you it WILL get better (I hope xD)So - How's that for a plot twist? ;)Please favourite/follow/review it is much appreciated! ~ astudyinredbeard