I'm not the mad one (BBC Sherlock)

Chapter 4 part 2: The other Mr. Holmes

I read the caller id only to see that the number was unknown to me so like any normal person would, I chose to ignore it only for that exact same number to call me again. What do they not get when I ignore them!

In the end I answered the phone as I started to have a longer look around my new room. It was only after a second of silence that I heard the voice on the other side of the phone speak "Miss.M I want you to exit the house and get into the car parked outside" I walked towards the door slowly, hesitating. How did they know my name? What do they want with me? "and if you don't hurry up I would have to use force which shouldn't be necessary" the voice explained and then they just hung up on me. Strange....

I put my phone away and crept out the door and straight away I saw the car that the man on the phone was probably talking about, next to the backseat door was a lady with dark brown hair who looked like she was heading to work even though she was still not looking up no matter what from her phone, not even when she opened the door and I'm guessing she knew I was there. She looked up slightly from her phone "Emilia Jane M?" She asked and seeing as she knew my name meant only one thing, this is the car I was told to get in. I nodded slightly and she moved away from the door to let me in and so I got inside the car and sat down, putting my seat belt on and before I knew it the lady, whose name I still don't know, sat next to me as we drove away from Baker Street.

I looked out the car window, wondering where on earth am I being taken to and why I mean what could they know about me to bring me here apart from the fact that I live at 221b Baker Street and my full name but yet they don't know my last name but only the initial and you'd have to read my blog to know my name which isn't many people, oh I do hope it's not a crazy stalker...

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The car had soon came to a halt inside what I assume is an abandoned building. I got out of the car, looking around me to see some glass windows with the light shining through from the window and a few metal pillars but in the middle of the room was probably the strangest thing I've seen in my life, a wooden chair with a man who I assume is in his his forties and was dressed in a fashion that not a lot of people would dress in anymore, it was sort of a look that screamed old fashioned with a pocket watch, red tie and matching handkerchief, black blazer with a matching men's vest and slacks along with light brown shoes and a navy Combrie retro coat and most unusually he was carrying a black umbrella. As for his hair it was either a dark ginger colour or a light brown, I couldn't really tell, with a receding hairline. I could already tell that just by looking at him that he might be someone who is high in power but not too high and that he might talk like the way he dresses.

I walked away from the black car that drove me here and towards the middle of the room. "So tell me Miss.M, how come I can't find a single thing about you in any of our documents?" The mysterious man before me asked, turning my full attention to him and now was I able to see that he is the person who called me.

"I'm afraid I don't give my personal information to strangers so unless you kindly introduce yourself and state what you want then I will answer any questions you want to ask" I replied, keeping my facial expressions free of any emotion possible to show that I wasn't scared of him and my distinctive Irish accent finally showing from when I hid it beneath a London accent. I stayed still, crossing my arms slightly as I continued to watch him but there wasn't much that I could deduce about him anymore, how strange....

"Why don't you take a seat first" he said as he pointed to the chair, that was now behind me, with his umbrella. I stood up straight, crossing my arms as I tilted my head slightly still puzzled on why I can't see through him. "You know it's quite rude not to introduce yourself especially since you already know who I am" I told him.

"And it's quite rude to stare at someone as well" he said back at me, crossing his arms slightly.

I took a step closer to him, looking up at him "..Just how much do you know about me?" I asked him, starting to actually get curious on how much he has on me.

He looked down back at me as the sun shined through the window and reflecting on to the right side of his pale face. "I know that you have a Egyptian Mau called Nova, you used to live with your older brother but you now live at two hundred and twenty one b baker street with Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Hamish Watson, you originally came from Dublin, Ireland, you don't like to be made a fool out of by someone smarter than you and that you hate being confused and not being able to read people and you are hiding something under your sleeves. Am I missing something?" He asked, answering my question. His reply made me clench my fist and just wonder how on earth does he know this about me? I mean some of those things were in my blog but the rest aren't, so I don't understand how he knows this unless he's related to Sherlock, it would make sense after all they are both stubborn by the looks of it and they share the same level of intelligence but they don't look anything like each other.

I took a step back away from him, still glaring up at him "you've read my blog" I blankly blurted out

"Good deduction"

"Thank you" I smiled slightly

"It wasn't a compliment"

"Oh I know, it's a thing with you Holmes' you never compliment anyone nor thank people." I unclenched my fist, relaxing my arms. "It's almost like you're robots and humans aren't supposed to be robots. Oh and don't ask how I think you're related to Sherlock because I don't know myself actually, besides I should be going I'm afraid I don't have time for any of this nonsense" I explained as I turned around on my foot and walked back to the car.

"Oh and one word of advice Miss.M, I think it's best you stay away from Sherlock Holmes before..Something happens to you" I heard him say from behind. I stopped in front of the backseat car door and turned my head to look at him.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening anytime soon Mr.Holmes" I smirked slightly before opening the door and sat inside the car.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dun dun duhhhhhhhhhh
^_^
Oh I love cliffhangers, I feel a bit like Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss now.

Anyway I won't be writing as much because I have exams next week so I'm revising lately but what some of you may not of known is that on April 26th I went to the first official Sherlocked convention in London and words can not simply alone describe how amazing it was. I was lucky enough to get to meet the wonderful Mark Gatiss, I got his autograph and a photo with him and I will say that this was also my first convention and first time meeting someone who's work I love and appreciate (apart from Derek Landly)
But I will add that when I was about to get a photo with him that 1. I almost passed out and 2. He complimented me on my hat and upon recalling that memory just wait here while I go to a corner and scream like a crazy fangirl because I was so awkward because what you guys don't know about me is that I am really quiet when I talk to new people sometimes so when I said thank you I don't know if he heard me or not so I was basically either awkward or embarrassing.

Unfortunately I didn't meet anyone else but I was trying to get Steven Moffat's autograph but every time I tried to get in queue he was either not there or the queue was limited and I also wanted to meet the two fantastic cosplayers Coslocked but I was too busy looking around getting merchandise well I wasn't only doing that, I saw the cosplay parade and that has only given me inspiration to cosplay as femlock if the convention is back next year in London again but I also went to the SFX panel for a bit. But what I mostly was doing all day was looking for the talented and wonderful eleven-ninetyseven unfortunately we didn't meet until the end, after looking for each other all day, at the photo shoot with Mark Gatiss so if she does go next year (if it happens next year) then I will hopefully try to find her again but be a lot more organised than we were this time >_

Anywho~ till next chapter, goodbye! =^.^=