∘˙Dusty roses˙∘『a sherliam fanfic 』

From William

Fred knocked on the door, waited for William to tell him to come in and stepped in the room.

William was sitting on an armchair, Louis standing beside him. Both of their gazes were on Fred who walked up to them.

"There were nothing that could've led them to the conclusion that the incidents were connected", Fred said.

William had sent Fred to go investigate the yard's files regarding the cases he was a part of to make sure the yard wasn't aware of the bigger picture.

"But there was something else. This person called 'Sherlock Holmes' has been working on all of the cases but not on any other. And those cases get solved faster than the ones that should be easier", Fred added.

"So there's a great detective the yard turns to when they can't figure cases out?" Louis asked to which William nodded.

"Probably so. I think we should test the detective. To see if he's a threat to our plan. Let's play a game with him", William stated.
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"What do you want from me?!" Harvey's nephew, Charles yelled in fear when he woke up in an unfamiliar building tied to a chair.

In front of Charles was standing a blonde gentleman, his silhouette highlighted by the dim light that leaked in through the gap between the two wooden doors. The view sent a shiver down Charles' spine.

"Don't worry. If a certain detective is efficient enough, you'll be saved", William said as he walked closer to Charles. William tied Charles' mouth shut calmly.
"I can't have you yelling any extra clues for him", he added and with that, just left the man in the building. William closed the door and locked it, Fred waiting for him outside.

"I left the clues", Fred stated.
"Now we just have to hope that Lestrade delivers the letter to Sherlock", William said in response and Fred nodded.
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Sherlock showed the picture of the building to Lestrade.
"Any clue where this is?" He asked.
"No. Where did you get that?" Lestrade said after looking at the picture for a second.
"From a case file", Sherlock responded nonchalantly, his focus on the picture. The building definitely wasn't in the middle of the city. Sherlock might have to just go around the outskirts and hope for the best.
"You're not allowed to take anything from those", Lestrade scolded.
"This wasn't there originally", Sherlock sighed.
"Who put it there?" Lestrade asked.
"I don't know. There's no fingerprints", Sherlock said as he took his leave.

"Welcome back", John greeted as soon as Sherlock got back.
"Do you know where this is?" Sherlock asked, showing the picture to John.
"Isn't that the gardener's garage at the park nearby?" John responded.
"Can you take me there?" Sherlock asked.
"I told you that fresh air could do you wonders. What's the occasion?" John commented but got up from the armchair nonetheless.
"I might have a case", Sherlock responded.

The two arrived at the building. John had to give his all to keep up with Sherlock who had basically forgotten what a normal walking speed is. He was getting driven by the case. Something about it just intrigued him.

The clock on the picture was at it's place. It had the exact same time as in the picture.

Sherlock approached the door. It was locked. But that wasn't enough to stop Sherlock. The building was dark. It looked just like you'd expect a gardener's garage to look like. Tools on the shelves, a pair of gloves hanging from a hook and buckets on the floor.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" John asked after quietly watching Sherlock inspecting the building.
"It has to be", Sherlock muttered. Why was the garage empty? Where was Charles? Who sent the letter? Why did they lead him here? Oh.