A Study in Sherlock (1st book in Reality series)

Study in Pink Part 4

"Let's get on with it," Anderson says in the background, to be perfectly honest I tuned him out. His voice annoys me in ways I can't describe like a bell ringing loudly in your ear. I look at John and he looks so utterly lost right now. I took off the scrubs and so did John.

"You good?" I ask and John nods. "So why are you here, besides being with Sherlock?" I questioned. I knew of course but I have a part to play. The curious sixteen year old.

"Yeah– um. I came with him, he's going to be my flatmate," He told me. "What about you?"

"I had to get some candy for my uncle. I didn't have enough money and I, being new to London, decided to explore. However, I had a nap on a bench in a park. Please don't judge me," John looks at me.

"Of course not. You come from America right?"

"Yup,"

"Visiting?"

"Nope,"

"Why not?"

"Long and painful story I really don't want to share right now," He nods. We walked down the flights of stairs and went out of the house. I was met with chilly air. I looked behind me and saw John limping out with his cane. He looks around clearly looking for Sherlock. But because he ran off to find the case, he wasn't there. We went to Sally.

"He's gone," Sally says, answering an unasked question. To give her credit it was obvious.

"Sherlock Holmes?" John actually asked this time.

"He just took off. He does that," Sally informs John, frankly it is useful information.

"Is he coming back?" I asked, I knew the answer, however my arms were cold and I got pissy when cold.

"Didn't look like it," She responds. I sigh. I feel a weight on my shoulders. I looked down, it was the jacket John had. I nod as a 'thank you' He nods. Sherlock sighs as well. He was tired of the day, he hides it like the former soldier he is.

"Right. Right, yes, sorry," He turns around. "Um. Where are we?" He begs.

"Brixton," Sally reponds

"Where would I get a cab? It's just well... My leg," He eludes to his leg. Sally sighed. Please let this interaction end!

"Try the main road," Sally says, pulling the yellow tape up and letting us pass. We start to walk off, but she continues. "Hey!" She calls for us. "You're not his friend, he doesn't have friends. So who are you?" She implores.

"I'm nobody, I only just met him," John answers.

"Bit of advice then. Stay away from that guy,"

"Why?" Johns asks.

"You know why he's here? He's not paid or anything. He likes it. He gets off on it. Weirder the crime the more he gets off. And you know what? One day showing up won't be enough. One day we'll be standing round a body and Sherlock Holmes will be the one who put it there." Sally informs us.

"Why would he do that?"

"Because he's a psychopath. And psychopaths get bored," She says.

"No." I speak up. She looks at me curiously.

"No, what?"

"No. He's not a psychopath. He is a high functioning sociopath. I looked up the difference one time. He shows all the signs." I tell her.

"Sure. Kid, come here we gotta get you home," She says to me obviously in a condescending tone. Rude. I just explained something you got wrong.

"Yeah umm. Dr. Watson here offered to get me a ride home. He now lives near me," I informed her. She looks at him and he nods. A confirmation. "Also was he good?" I asked. She ignored me and went to Lestrade who called her over.