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

Study in Pink part 5

On the way back to their flat we arrive at John's previous flat. The flat in question was very simple. There was no significant and ornate architecture. Just a stereotypical red bricked building. Layers of windows. There was a sign that says that Veteren's shelter. This is what I assume for war vets that just returned to London and needed a place to stay. I'm sure it has many different benefits like therapists.
"Why are we here John?" I asked. Even though I know why, he grabs his gun because of Sherlock's message.
"I need to grab something," He responds simply. I look at him curiously.
"What exactly? Clothes?" I continue. He shakes his head. He doesn't answer anymore of my questions. He simply gets out of the car and leaves me and Andrea. I look at her beautiful hair and makeup. "What's your real name?" I request. She looks at me.
"Why would I tell you that?" She asked. I shrug. I want to say because I don't want to out of the blue call you Andrea instead of Anthea.
"Because you know I wouldn't let anyone know." I stated. I think that was a very good way to put it. Now Andrea please tell me. She waits a few seconds trying to determine if she actually can trust a sixteen year old girl.
"My name is Andrea," She tells me. I nod and smile.
Thank duck. I didn't want to try to say her name randomly and cause attention to me. This has tbe a kinda undercover mission. Evelynn Carlton undercover as a smart, but maybe slightly naive? YES PERFECT! Every person has to have a flaw. It helps with me pretending to be a normal teen.
"You probably already know my name. However, let me introduce myself officially. I'm Evelynn Carlton." I smile and put out my hand to shake. She shakes it and smiles and by that time John came back. The car started again and we head to 221B Baker street for John.
When we get there me and john get out of the fancy car and stand in the street. I smile softly at John.
"Do you want your jacket back?" I asked, "My aunt and uncle's flats are very close and I think I can survive," I tell him. He shakes his head. " Too bad. Here you go," I say handing him his jacket. "Bye!" I turn around and go to the flat where me and my aunt and uncle live. I'm not excited. I sigh and prepare myself for yelling. I knocked on the door three times. While I wait I notice that the windows aren't streaky like when I first arrived. Weird. I hear a shuffling to the door. Then the door opened.
"OH EVIE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ME AND YOUR UNCLE HAVE BEEN SO WORRIED!" My 'aunt' shouts while hugging me. I just blink in disbelief. Is this the same woman I came across when I first came to London?
"Umm. I explored a little," I said. She looked at me like an angry Molly Weasley. "Sorry,"
Her eyes softened a little. Then a soft shuffling came to the door as well. Now this sight absolutely shocked me. It was my uncle but he was skinnier and healthier. Matter of fact he kind of looked like the grandfather in Gilmore girls.
"Oh Evelynn there you are! Nice to have you back. Your aunt just made some beef stew for dinner. Come in, it's freezing," He says softly with a smile. I nod and look at John. He smiles at me one last time before I head in.
The flat was in a completely different state than what it was about twenty-four hours ago. The carpet was clean. The rooms were lit, instead of dark. It looked so much better than when I first came. As I went to dinner the kitchen was much more organized and there on the table was three warm bowls of beef stew. I smiled. Oh please god don't let this be a dream. Let this be reality. The stew was delicious and the conversation was pleasant.
After dinner me, my aunt, and my uncle all sat down and watched Doctor who. It was entirely enjoyable. After about 5 minutes there was a knock at the door. My aunt went to answer it. My curiosity got the better of me and I peaked around my uncle. I could see that there in the door frame was Sherlock. "Evie you didn't tell me you knew Sherlock!" She says. I shrug. I looked at Sherlock and there he was in the door frame.
"Sherlock what are you doing here?" I ask. He looked at me and smiled.
"I wanted to show you London if your aunt and uncle wouldn't mind," He replied and smiled at Anna. She however glared at him with the rage of a thousand suns. But then my uncle spoke up.
"Sure but make sure she gets back at a good time alright! Or else I'll tell your parents," I looked at my uncle. HE KNOWS SHERLOCK'S PARENTS DANG! "Will there be anyone else?" He asked.
"Yes, a friend of mine named John Watson." Sherlock informed him. My uncle nodded and my eyebrows furrowed. It's slightly terrifying that my uncle would do that. But at least I can trust Sherlock and John. I grab my coat and head out with him.
"So Mr. Holmes, where are we going?" I urged.
"22 Northumberland Street. We are going to catch a killer," He said with enthusiasm. I smiled.
"Perfect!" I ran with him and eventually we caught up to John. Which he looked at Sherlock with exasperation. I expect that Sherlock told John that he had to grab something and that something was me. Why I don't know. "So Sherlock, why am I here?" I obviously requested. It's... oh wow it's 10:13.
"Because I need someone to help me out and to dumb things down for watson. Plus you're... not the worst child to have around," He told me. I nodded. Thanks! I think. As we went to Angelo's we went inside. We sat down in front of a table. "22 Northumberland street Keep your eyes on it." Sherlock said.
"He's not just going to ring the doorbell. He'd need to be mad," John responded
"Well they have killed four people" I remarked. Sherlock nodded. John also nodded
"Okay," John said softly.
A man came over and shook Sherlock's hand he was very happy. Typically people aren't happy to see Sherlock so I'm assuming that he went on a case for sherlock and the happiness he is showing shows that he was proven innocent of something.
"Sherlock!" The man exclaimed. "Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free in the house, for you, your date and your daughter," he said.
"I'm not his date," John informed him.
"I'm not his daughter," I said at the same time.
"This man got me off a murder charge," The man told us. Looks like I got it right! YES!
"This is Angelo, three years ago I successfully proved to lestrade at the time of a particularly vicious triple murder, that Angelo was in a completely different part of town house-breaking," Sherlock introduced us.
"He cleared my name!" Angelo exclaimed, not really but sure keep your happiness.
"I cleared it a bit," Sherlock responded. "Anything happen opposite?" Sherlock asked.
"Nothing." Angelo said.
After a while of John and Sherlock talking. We noticed that a taxi was parked for a while. Then we ran. I absolutely dread running. The cab obviously saw us and started to drive away. DUCKING HELL!