Y/n Holmes

🌸Photography and Astronomy (pt 2)🌸

i sat in the cab between sherlock and john again and sherlock is staring at the pink phone and mumbled "Why hasn't he phoned? He's broken his pattern. Why?" suddenly sherlock leans forward to the cab driver "Waterloo Bridge."

"Where now? The Gallery?" john asks

"In a bit."

" The Hickman's contemporary art, isn't it? Why have they got hold of an Old Master?"

"Dunno. Dangerous to jump to conclusions. Need data." sherlock answers john as he takes a paper and note out of his pocket, writes a message on the paper. "Stop!" he says to the driver and we pull over to the side of the road. "You wait here. I won't be a moment." sherlock says to the driver and he hopps over the fence with ease.

"Sherlock ..." john mumbles as he climbs over the fence clumsily and i wait in the cab.

A few seconds later i see john and sherlock squabbling while walking towards the taxi. i move to the end, next-to the window as they both jump over the fence back into the cab.

"hickman gallery" sherlock says, slamming the door shut.

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We pull up to the art gallery and sherlock steps out, john was about to follow but sherlock stops him.

"No. I need you two to find out all you can about the gallery attendant. Lestrade will give you the address." he says

"okay" john nodes and climbs back into the taxi.

Me and john follow julie, alex woodbriges roommate into his room. There were clothes scattered on the floor and a window in the ceiling to look up at the sky and a cloth covering, what i presumed was a telescope.

" We'd been sharing about a year. Just sharing." she says

"Mmm." john hums.

i look at the large sheet "may i?" i ask

"Yeah." she says and i left off the sheet and there stood a large telescope facing the window.

"Stargazer, was he?" i ask

"God, yeah. Mad about it. It's all he ever did in his spare time." she says, sadly. "He was a nice guy, Alex. I liked him... He was, er, never much of a one for hoovering." she laughs, nervously.

"What about art? Did he know anything about that?" john asks

"It was just a job, you know?" she said, shaking her head,

"hmm..." john hums again, looking at his bed-side table "Has anyone else been round asking about Alex?"

"No. We had a break-in, though."

John stands up " Hmm? When?"

"Last night. There was nothing taken. Oh – there was a message left for Alex on the landline."

"Who was it from?" i ask

"Well, I can play it for you if you like. I'll get the phone."

" Please."

julie fetches the phone and plays back the message to us.

' Oh, should I speak now? Alex? Love, it's Professor Cairns. Listen, you were right. You were bloody right! Give us a call when ...'

"Professor Cairns?" john questions

" No, no idea, sorry."

"Mm. Can I try and ring back?"

"Well, no good. I mean, I've had other calls since – sympathy ones, you know."

Just then johns phone gets a notification, i see that it was from mycroft.