sleuth's love

chapter 1

-reader's pov-

I stood in the dull, dusty room surrounded by nothing but darkness and an unnerving silence. my battered boots scuffed quietly against the wooden floorboards as I shuffled around, patiently waiting.

outside, I could faintly hear the sounds of london's bustling streets. they were full of beggars and pickpockets, also along with
market-goers and strangely more police officers than usual.

a bitter breeze blew through one of the many cracks in the walls, causing me to shiver slightly in my thin layer of clothing.

I'd been waiting for quite some time now, I didn't know when he was going to arrive. I just knew that he would.. eventually.

seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours, alas I still found myself waiting. except this time I no longer stood on my two legs, I was resting against one of the damp walls, my back slouched and eyelids heavy in exhaustion.

I was so close to just pulling myself up and leaving but I knew I needed the money. I couldn't possibly survive without it.

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the cloudy day had now turned to night, I was tired. unsure of what decision to choose, I quickly bagged my choices and made my mind up to leave.

after standing up from the wall, I began to lazily walk over to the flimsy door. my hand reached out to grasp the handle, but the second my fingertips grazed the freezing cold door knob, it opened with a loud bang.

the man I had been waiting for became visible on the other side, "ah, y/n." he said, this voice slick and sly almost like a snake, "you weren't thinking of leaving, were you?"

I pursed my lips whilst glaring up at the man, "no, sir." I replied, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"good.." his menacing voice replied, "because I know you need the money," he bared his yellow-stained teeth in a cruel smile, "and you know I need that wretched girl."

"but why?-" I began but was cut short when he held a leather-gloved finger to my quivering lips. they quivered in pure coldness.

"no questions." he shook his head from side to side slowly, "now, go find her."

"I don't know where she is!" I protested, he had quite literally given me no information, "I don't even know her name!"

a deep sigh huffed through his lips, "her name is enola. enola holmes."

I paused, lost in thought. "as in, the sherlock holmes' younger sister?" my eyebrows raised in astonishment.

"no, I'm talking about the blimming baker down the road." he spat sarcastically, "of course I'm talking about her!"

"that may as well be a suicide mission!" I cried out, throwing my arms up to protest.

"you want to know what also'd be murder?" he snarled, adjusting the wooden cane in his hand, "me bloody killing you when you don't follow my orders!" he then grabbed ahold of my shoulder and shoved me forwards, I went tumbling through the door frame.

but before I turned away to leave, I gave an annoyed scoff at the man I knew to be superintendent grail.

"enola." I whispered the unusual name under my breath as I made my way down the staircase, in the direction of the front door.