the infamous sherlock holmes

day one.

24th august 2009.

dear diary,
i've got the job.
i don't know what it is but i have it and it's mine
nice man though, the employer.
mr holmes.

anyways farewell.
-o.t

You knocked at the door of sherlock holmes and stood back once more. groggily, you rubbed your eyes - unable to remember the last time you were up this early. some seconds later, the man appeared. "you're early."

"nope, check again."

the main pushed his sleeve up, looking at the watch on his wrist. behind you, you heard the clock tower in the background. 12 strokes. you smiled at sherlock, bitterly. "well, you might as well come inside." he said, impressed. "meet mrs hudson."

"already meeting the guardians. don't you think we're moving too fast?" you chuckled.

"she's my landlord."

in that moment, a woman shouted down from the landing. "and don't you forget it. i'm not your house keeper, sherlock." as the frail woman made her way down the steep steps. "ooh. who's this lady? a girlfriend?"

"no, she's actually-"

you smirked. "actually yes, yes i am." you looked to him, cheekily.

"ah, well i'll go then. you two enjoy yourselves!" mrs hudson walked out the room, smiling to herself.

as you were about to go up the stairs, sherlock held his hand out to stop you. he furrowed his eyebrows at you and gave you a look. "why did you do that?" he asked, completely confused.

grinning again, you replied, "thought it'd be funny to embarrass you later on." you winked and made your way up the steps.

"i preferred the nervous girl i met last night." sherlock groaned into his hand, following you up the steps and into the living room.

~timeskip: 03:42pm~

settling the papers down, the case seemed simple enough, you named it "the red-headed league":

a man had been offered a once-in-a-lifetime job, he attended everyday, between a fixed period of time and wasn't to return home during those hours. the man one day, went to work and it appeared that the company had never existed. the man in question was selected due to the fact he was ginger, and so was every other worker in this made up company. 

"i say we investigate it." you said, nodding your head.

"we?" was the only reply.

"would you rather pay me for nothing?" you smiled. "cause this seems very interesting." you signalled to the sheet of paper you'd just been reading on.

he paused. "i'd rather pay you for telling me where i went wrong." leaning his elbows onto his knees and looking directly at your face, more serious now.

you sat back in the chair. "try again, lets see if you've found anything else out."

"you're only defence mechanism is either staying quiet or annoying everyone around you until they don't speak to you about whatever it is you're avoiding and then if that doesn't work, you exploit them the best you can. you love older people because they remind you of somebody you loved, most likely a grandparent or grandparents."

you smirk and shake your head.

in one movement, sherlock is out his seat, hands on the arms of the chair you're sat in, stood in front of you. "explain." he looks down at you, pleading angrily. "don't just move your head around, bloody speak. please."

looking up to him, you start investigating him instead. his eyes, the way his eyes dart from one place of your face to the other, desperate now. the wrinkles, the way his frown firms as he cant read you. his posture, too perfect. his morality, too un-perfect.

you start uncovering things about sherlock holmes you'd never imagine. little did you know, you'd find out a lot more than just the way he behaves.

and in that moment, mrs hudson enters the room. "oh! have i come at a bad time?"

you look to her, smiling. "not at all, mrs hudson."

as you speak, sherlock speaks over your words. "yes, you are mrs hudson."

you look back at him, his eyes haven't moved from your face. still searching but to no dismay. interrupting the tense eye-contact, mrs hudson says, "well. lestrade is at the door, should i invite him in or tell him the happy news?"

"happy news? what happy-" sherlock looks up to the old woman at the door. "oh. mrs hudson, miss thompson here is not my girlfriend. she is my assistant."

"mhm, okay sherlock. well i guess i'll invite him up then." she responds. 

as you two hear mrs hudsons footsteps quieten as she walks down the steps, sherlock turns to you again. "you'll talk later."

wittily, you respond, "what makes you so sure?"

smirking devilishly, sherlock sits back in his seat and waits for lestrade upon entering.

~timeskip: 08:44~

yawning, you sat down on the chair you'd been sat on earlier on this afternoon. after running around a crime scene after sherlock since then you'd grown tired. exhausted even. just as you shut your eyes, you heard the most uncomfortable sound ever, right next to your ear. 

turning around, you saw sherlock. he was playing a violin and it looked like he was purposely making it sound revolting. "can you piss off?"

"can you trust me?" he yelled over the instrument.

you grabbed two pillows and held them close against your ears, shaking your head. which to sherlocks knowledge meant to play louder. in fustration, you stood up and grabbed the bow of the violin from the mans hands and snapped it in half.

"you- you just broke my bow."

"yeah and i think you broke my ear drum." you shouted, turning away and putting pressure on your right ear. "have you ever heard of boundaries? i'm leaving, message me what time you need me tomorrow." you sighed. "and the price of a new bow."

grabbing your coat, you wrapped it around your arm before heading downstairs for your shoes. leaving sherlock in more confusion than before.

as you managed your shoes on, you yawned and rubbed your eyes, leaning against the wall.

"stay. just for tonight." you turned around to see sherlock leaning against the banister. "i'll take the couch, it's just it's late and you're tired. take my bed."

you didn't answer.

"it's the least i can do. i'm- i'm sorry for not respecting you and your choices." sherlock tried once more.

you look up to the man as he starts walking down the steps. still silent.

"please speak to me." he says quietly

"i want to but i don't know what to say." you finally reply.

"spit the words out, i'll put them together."