𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒎 𝑮𝒐 (𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏)

(8) The Cabbie

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Cora had only been gone a couple of minutes to go and finish tidying up her room to now pop back downstairs with the police still milling about, but there was something amiss; her brother wasn't there, which worried her slightly.

"Uh, where's Sherlock?" she asked, looking in John's direction.

"He just left in a taxi," he tells her.

"What do you mean he just left? Where's he gone?"

"Not sure, but I'm calling the phone. It's ringing out," John spoke up, glancing in Lestrade and Cora's direction, holding his mobile phone against his ear.

"Well, isn't this bloody fantastic? I leave for a couple of minutes, and my brother does a vanishing act."

"If it's ringing, it's not here," Lestrade pointed out the obvious as John lowered his phone and reached for the laptop on the desks between the windows.

"I'll try the search again," John suggested as Cora came to stand beside him to look at the computer's screen, and at that moment, Donovan came back to confront Lestrade.

"Does it matter? Does any of it? He's just a lunatic, exactly like his loony sister, and he'll always let you down. They both do, and you're wasting your time. All our time."

"Oh, Donovan, please don't talk; you're lowering the whole street's IQ," Cora informed her, not bothered about Sally's comment as John laughed.

"You're brother said the same thing to Anderson."

"See, they're both freaks, the pair of them," Donovan contested moodily.

Reminding Cora of a girl who used to pick on her when she was at school, that's until her brothers told the poor girl about her father's affair. She never bothered Cora again. That was the only time her brothers truly got along when protecting their only sister.

John instantly stops what he's doing to look up and over his shoulder at the female police officer with a look of disbelief and the sudden feeling of wanting to come to Cora's defence, "Think that's enough, don't you."

"Thank you, John, but I can stick up for myself. You know I'm not some damsel in distress," Cora snapped at him, leaving the older man to shake his head in disbelief for having helped her.

Greg stares down his fellow officer for a long moment with disapproval. Sally held his gaze, only for now to roll his eyes and sigh before speaking up loudly to gain the other officer's attention, "Okay, everybody. Done 'ere."

The police officers began to exit the flat as Greg grabbed his coat and turned to Cora and John, "Why did he do that? Why did he have to leave?"

"You know him better than I do," John shrugged with uncertainty as Cora wandered into the kitchen to start cleaning up the mess the police had made. She'd figured that Sherlock was a big boy and didn't need her help with this case.

Greg noticed the other man's eyes briefly following her before saying, "I've known him for five years, and no, I don't. I hardly know a thing about the pair of them. Cora's a little bit more of an open book, but they're both hard to understand as one another."