Y/n Holmes

🌸Photography and astronomy (pt 1)🌸

(a/n: lets just pretend that y/n does go to school- i just cant be bothered to write about it bc its not going to be too important :D )

We all stood in gregs office the morning after.

"She lives in Cornwall. Two men broke in wearing masks, forced her to drive to the car park and decked her out in enough explosives to take down a house." Greg explained "Told her to phone you. She had to read out from this pager." he said placing a small black pager on the desk and john picks it up.

"And if she deviated by one word, the sniper would set her off" sherlock says

"Or if you hadn't solved the case." john mumbles

"Oh...Elegant..." sherlock mumbles to him-self

"Sorry- elegant?!" i ask sarcastically.

"But what was the point? Why would anyone do this?" greg asks

"Oh – I can't be the only person in the world that gets bored." sherlock says still looking out of the window, into the office.

suddenly the pink phone goes off : you have one new message : 4 pips.

"Four pips." john says

"First test passed, it would seem. Here's the second." sherlock says showing us a picture of a car. " It's abandoned, wouldn't you say?"

"I'll see if it's been reported." greg says, turning to his computer, donovan then comes into the room.

"Freak, it's for you." she says, holding out a phone. sherlock leaves the room when my own phone starts to ring.

"hello?" i say holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as i rummage through my bag.

"hey y/n" hear conner say as john walks out the room.

"ohh, heyy" i say awkwardly "uhm you know now isnt the best time-"

"great" greg says putting down the phone "found it!"

"is that my dad?"

"ohh, uh, yeah i was about to say-" i explain as i run after them "im kind of busy right now-"

"ohh, your on one of sherlocks cases"

"yeah- im really sorry!"

"its fine ill call you later, say hi to my dad for me!"

"yeah, okay bye"

"bye"

we arrive at a large open space, surrounded by abandoned buildings.

"The car was hired yesterday morning by an Ian Monkford. Banker of some kind; City boy. Paid in cash." greg explains "Told his wife he was going away on a business trip, but he never arrived."

we walk up to a black car and sherlock takes a closer look as donovan talks to john.

"You're still hanging round him"

"yeah, well-"

"Opposites attract, I suppose." she says, making me laugh

"No, we're not ..."

"You should get yourself a hobby – stamps, maybe. Model trains. Safer."

"Before you ask, yes, it's Monkford's blood. The DNA checks out." greg says as sherlock looks around the car and looks in its compartments.

" No body?" sherlock asks

"not yet"

"Get a sample sent to the lab." sherlock says, walking away and towards a crying lady, john joins him and i losten from a distance as i get another call.