"What are you doing?"
The voice made her jump a little, she spun around and her eyes connected with the bright pink suitcase sitting in the living room area.
The man was obviously put off and annoyed by the police searching through his flat. She tore her eyes away from the case and made eye contact with the man who had been previously speaking.
He was tall, very tall. With chocolate brown curls, soft green-blue eyes that reminded her of the ocean. His face was covered in a very think layer of stubble. His coat was propped up along the collar to make him seem more mysterious than he really was. Though she could not read him the way she read other people.
She looked at the man behind him. Greying hair, soft eyes, inviting features, short. The kind of man that seemed as though you could go to for advice but, he also had a way about him. The way he stood and carried himself was obviously military. His eyes calculated the room around him trying to figure out what was going on. Also very military.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?" Her words hung in the air for a moment. Greg giving her a questioning glance. The taller man looking almost dumb founded before his eyes settled on the shorter man.
"Afghanistan. How did you-, Never mind." He seemed very concerned for a moment before deciding he was better of not speaking. The taller man spoke up again there.
"I repeat, What. Are. You. Doing?"
"Well, I knew you'd find the case. I'm not stupid." Greg said still lounging on the chair.
"You can't just break into my flat."
"Technically he didn't break in. I did." She spoke up again to be met by silence for the briefest of moments.
"And you can't withhold evidence. And she didn't break into your flat." He pointed at Bella currently making her way back into the living area from the kitchen.
"Well, what do you call this then?" He aimed the question at Bella but Greg answered before she could even utter a sound.
"It's a drugs bust."
"Seriously?! This guy, a junkie?! Have you met him?!" The shorter guy seemed outraged by this assessment. And the taller guy walked over to him and looked almost nervous.
"John ..." the taller one almost whispered.
"I'm pretty sure you could search this flat all day, you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational." Bella's eyesbrows jumped up at this.
"Just by the smell alone coming from this room I can tell you that, that assessment is not in the least bit true." She took a breathe before turning to the taller one whom she could only assume was Sherlock Holmes. "Cocaine? Heroin? Meth? What is your poison?"
"John, you probably want to shut up now." Sherlock said walking closer to Bella. He looked her up and down and she made her whole body appear bored.
"Yeah, but come on ..." Sherlock ignored John continued to asses her.
"Sherlock Holmes, meet my sister Bella Lestrade." Greg then stood up and grabbed my wrist pulled me out of whatever staring contest Sherlock and I had been unintentionally having.
"Sister?" John questioned puzzled.
"Ahh. So this is why you never seemed all that impressed with my deductions. You've seen it before," he held out his hand to her to shake. "Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective."
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Truth or Dare/ A BBC Sherlock Story
Fanfiction"Truth or dare? The game is quite simple dear." His voice was velvet and ice. His eyes melted me from the inside out and they were quite possibly attempting to do so. "Truth, stay with Holmes." He continued his voice laced with something I couldn't...
