Hello John (A Sherlock Fan Fic)

In one hand Elizabeth Brisbane carried a letter with a neat, curved script written on the envelope that read "Sherlock Holmes". She carried the letter to deliver to him unaware of its contents all she had was an address: 221 B Baker Street. The man who had given it to her told her that Sherlock had needed it immediately. He paid her five thousand pounds to deliver it, she hadn't refused. She used some of the money she was paid to take a taxi to Baker Street. The driver was surprised to see such a young passenger in his taxi on their own. 

"Where too miss?" 

"Baker Street." 

The girl stared out the window. She couldn't help but notice her driver's apprehension into letting a teenager alone in his taxi. She was only about 15 or so blocks from Baker street a small fare for a very important letter so she was told. The man who gave it to her remained anonymous though the girl suspected that this letter wasn't in his writing. The drive to baker street was short. The girl hopped out of the car and payed her driver. She looked at the apartment before her, the black door said 221 B in faded gold lettering. She buzzed the doorbell and was surprised to see an old woman answer it. 

"Hello my dear, are you alright?" 

"Yes, I'm well thank you I have a letter for Sherlock Holmes." The woman had a pained expression on her face that Elizabeth did not fail to notice. "Not to be thick but is he dead?" 

"Dead?" 

"Yes judging by your grievous expression he was close to you, you had known him for a while and had become very fond of him yourself. Something tragic must have happened, i'm assuming his death." 

"Yes, Sherlock died less than a  year ago. I'm sorry my dear." 

"That's quite alright, ignore my ignorance, I'll give the letter to the gentleman who used to live with him, is he in?" 

Without waiting for an answer Elizabeth ran right past her bounding up the stairs two at a time. She found the door open like she knew it would be. She saw a man sitting in a single chair, a coffee in his hand. He hadn't noticed that she'd arrived yet, he wasn't expecting her, he hadn't been expecting anyone today. It was still too recent after Sherlock had died and John was still silently waiting for him to come back. He was overcome with grief as he was everyday that Sherlock wasn't pacing around making a mess and keeping human body parts in the refrigerator. Elizabeth walked into the apartment careful not to make enough noise to disturb John Watson's reminiscing. 

"Hello John." Elizabeth said as she reached his chair. 

He looked up at her and a flicker of recognition registered in his eyes. 

"Do I know you?" He asked feeling very much like he did. 

"No. I'm here to deliver something to you." 

"Oh? Sorry about that then, who is it from?" 

"Anonymous sender, I wasn't given a name." 

He gave her a skeptical look expecting a bomb in the letter he had just given her. A phone started ringing mellow notes that gave John a pain in his chest, it reminded him too much of Sherlock's old ring tone. Elizabeth took the phone from her pocket and answered it. 

"Hello?" The girl said into her cellphone. 

John couldn't hear what was being said but he desperately wanted to. He still hadn't opened the letter he wasn't even sure he was supposed to. She snapped her phone shut and returned her attention back to John. 

"You can read it you know, It was meant for Sherlock but seeing the situation we're in... I think he'd want you to read it. Apparently it's very important."