John was sitting in the break room of St. Bart's where he had just finished part of his shift. There were a few other doctors and nurses sitting at various tables around him chatting with each other. Mary had gone to work that day and sat at the front desk, signing in patients and setting up schedules for the doctors. But her break was an hour after her husband's so they couldn't meet up together during lunch. John blankly stared at the off-white walls and sipped his coffee, already having finished his meal.
He took his phone out, logging into his blog to check the hits on it which were increasing with each post. But he hadn't recently added any new cases so there weren't many new viewers or comments. Sometimes there were too many to read through and reply to all of them, however this time there wasn't a single new comment for John to read through. A phone call popped up on his screen- Sherlock's contact ID as well. Figuring that it must be important since he usually texted, John answered it after stepping outside of the room.
"What is it, Sherlock?" He asked in a hushed tone.
"Why are you whispering?" Sherlock replied in the same low volume and rasp, "I mean, it's not like you have a brother who forced you to spend time with his family simply because he beat you at deductions."
"Of course not, you know Harry's my sister. But what's so bad about...what are their names?"
"Florence and Lorelin. They're so dreadfully boring."
"Didn't the daughter help you out on a case the last time? I'd talk to her and see if anything interesting pops up."
"I don't need help, John. I'm perfectly capable of solving my own cases."
"It's been a week since you saw the latest clue and you're stuck. Admit it, you need some assistance with this one bit."
"Fine! I'll make it brief with her but only once." Sherlock groaned, "Oh, I know she's going to get curious and caught up in this crime-solving thing before I can tell her that it's a one-time-deal nicely. "
"Sherlock, you'll be fine. My lunch break is practically over so you can't ring me up later. Bye." John hung up on his antisocial partner.
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Sherlock pulled up the two stanzas that had been the latest clue to the case on his mobile. He read through them several times, like he did days earlier, and tried to make sense of them by himself one last time. Lorelin was sitting down at one of the client chairs of 221B with a book in her lap and a cuppa on the coffee table in front of her.
"Can you...would you-ehm-mind reading through this and tell me who you think it is?" Sherlock mumbled awkwardly and showed the phone screen to his technical niece.
"Sure." She responded and put her book down.
Her eyes narrowed at the small font as she skimmed over the simple lines. Once she had it in her mind and sat back on the chair, she thought for a few minutes. Sherlock put the phone back in his pocket and waited for her answer impatiently with his knees bouncing up and down fairly quickly.
"There are a few people it could be...I mean this girl is obviously a model who's around London right now but she's got something to hide. That doesn't really narrow it down."
"Well, which one do you know of that is seemingly perfect when it comes to her activities out of work?"
"Okay, there are about ten that could be like that off of the top of my head."
"Let's see, in London now...there are about three who would be considered that important and are seemingly perfect."
"Oh...uh, like who?"
"Tell me if you're familiar with this names once I call them out off of my phone, I looked up the few that were currently in London. I've never heard of them, so they're probably clean in the media attention because I would know them off of a magazine cover if something scandalous happened. Magazine covers are extemely easy to memorize."
"Okay...this is certainly stra-" Lorelin was cut off.
"Elsie Carrington..."
"I saw her in like one cover. She's been caught partying almost every night at various clubs. Almost each time with a different guy."
"Katheryn Ryan...?"
"She's not bad, just not very famous. The only reason she got famous was because she was promoted once by Kendall Jenner."
"Moving on, Zhara Al Kahtani."
"Saudi Arabian, she's really gorgeous and worked with a load of famous people."
"That would be her. Let's go, if you're interested."
"Wait, where? What?"
"South London. I know you're an ordinary girl but I hoped you could figure out where we would be going after that last conversation."
"Yeah, I got that bit, don't be ridiculous. But now? What's my mum going to do?"
"She's at a meeting, there's no way she would be coming to get you until much later. Your mother's a busy woman with another meeting that will be going on very soon. Too soon to even have time to give you a call."
The girl's eyes widened as she refrained from dropping her jaw in astonishment. He was rude, blunt, insulting, and annoying...but he was right. There was no denying the fact that every word he uttered was true for Lorelin's situation. Poor girl hardly got any attention from her parental figures who were both too occupied with their work to notice her activities. Much too lucky for her mother, she was very quiet and not one to sneak out or throw parties while she was left alone.
Sherlock threw his coat over his arms and pulled his collar up, "Are you just going to stand there?"
She didn't respond but instead bounded down the short flight of steps from the flat to Baker Street. Sherlock was already at her side, feeling off about having some young girl with him on a case. Specifically one dealing with his worst enemy which would most likely not be very safe for her.
"Would this be alright with my mum? Or at the least, your brother?" Lorelin asked.
"Who cares. Not like either of them could stop me."
"That's true."
"You don't seem very fazed about assisting me on a case that deals with Jim Moriarty."
"I can't exactly fear someone I haven't really met. Not enough personal experience I suppose."
"Could be dangerous."
"Sounds like fun." She smiled, absolutely confusing the detective with her odd nature.
