You don't remember your real name. It's been too long. But when you meet the consulting detective (and his pet hedgehog of a partner), everything turns around for you. Especially when you meet the most dangerous criminal mind the world has ever seen...
(A/N: So hi, I'm back from camp. I did try to get another chapter or two out, and I'm hoping to get about two maybe three more chapters out before band camp starts ... high school is busy, y'all.
But also, though I don't know how many people will care, I personalized my laptop and I just wanted to show someone:
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Like I said, I don't know if anyone cares, but I wanted to show someone.
I hope you enjoy the chapter!)
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I hung up the umbrella as I reentered 221, my thoughts still slightly jumbled. I glanced up the stairs toward 221b. I must be insane. That Irish psychopath was going to be the end of me.
My fingers moved hesitantly to my lips, resting there for a few moments. I let out a heavy sigh and my hand dropped.
I moved to go back up the stairs, shrugging my coat off as I opened the door. John was pulling the darts out of the ceiling as best he could. I winced apologetically and moved to pull the two out of the walls.
"Good walk?" he asked. His voice wasn't as short as it had been when I left, and I sighed quietly in relief.
I also flushed slightly, thinking over my 'walk'.
"Y-yeah. I just went over to Regent's Park for a bit."
"Mm." He pulled the last dart out of the ceiling, and looked at the pattern of pinholes curiously. "Is ... is that Scorpius?"
I smirked a little. "Yeah. My zodiac. If I was going to 'destroy the flat', I was at least going to make art out of it." He laughed softly, setting all the darts down on the desk. "Where's Sherlock?"
"In here," his voice answered from the kitchen. I glanced over at the table filled with papers. "Info on the Rucastle kidnapping," he explained, glancing at my expression.
"I see. Anything I can do to help?"
"Not at the moment, no."
I sighed, moving over to the table while John opened his laptop. "What do you have so far?"
"The information about the kidnapping is unhelpful. Ms. Hunter's story is the most useful thing we have available to us."
"What things did you notice?"
Sherlock looks up from his papers, with a slight smirk. "What did you notice?"
I smiled a bit. "Quite a bit."
"You first then."
"First of all, the girl wasn't close with parents. She must have spent more time at school then home, or she would have the same traits as her younger brother. Violet's explanation of everyone's behavior suggests that they're all concerned. But I think only the wife and maid seem truly upset about it. Perhaps that's the acting you mentioned."
