Kept Locked and Safe. SherlockxReader

2. From The Call

(Y/n) POV-

There was shuffling in the background as a steady breathing echoed too. "5"... 5,was all the horsy voice said, the voice getting a little more rugged, before there was walking in the back ground, breaths getting quicker... Scared male, captured, tortured... Only stunned eyes now from everyone, now Mycroft is unsure what to do again...

"Thirteen flowers stand in a row, then the wind suddenly started to blow..." A child sings the words that was followed by a giggle, and panting from the man. "The children are singing so it seems, but for them it's all but a dream..." Sighing, drawing the phone closer to my mouth.

"But yet Mary, Mary... Quite contrary," pausing for a breath before continuing, "how does you garden grow?... For there is no silver bells or cockle shells, and your maids all died in a hole."

The child's voice simplest chuckled from the rhyme... "Oh to my delight, their is a beheading tonight" the laughs got louder as static rang through the speakers, the man screaming bloody murder before it went silent, dead silent... the giggles returned, "good night" the phone hung up.

"That was interesting..." Were the only words that came out of my mouth

"that's not the word for it more like creepy!" The blonde man revolted before covering his mouth with his hand. Suddenly a chime dinged in from the kitchen.

"Excuse me..."

-Sherlock POV-

Was all she said after the ding of an oven... Doesn't look like a cook, yet again can't see the hand, covered.... Interesting.

"Sherlock aren't you a bit concerned by the phone call!" John voice ringing through my mind, knocking me out of concentration.

"No John, it doesn't... it interest me," the words formed a smirk on my lips as I turned to look at him, what did his face hold, face full of what...? Concern... Nah anger more like it." Mycroft, tell me about her." The words felt like a fire rolling off of my tongue, yet he did not smirk, his eyes trailed where the women left.

"Her name is (F/n) (L/n)..." A small cringe set on his face, "that's all I know, brother." The cringe disappeared as she came walking back out, holding a tray of plates, with Shepherds pie on they.

"Here, just out of the oven..." Placing it on the coffee table in front of us, she went to the piano taking the seat before glaring at Mycroft, who was looking at the dishes hungrily "No point of a diet if you aren't happy," he quickly took the seat she was one sitting in and started eating away at the pie, John and Lestrade taking a plate together... I think I'm seeing drool coming from their mouths. They all dug in, John passed me a plate... Taking a spoon I took a small bit.... It's quite nice...

"That was lovely, thank you for the hospitality..." Lestrade laughed putting his clean plate back down, "sorry about the door."

"It's fine, Mycroft will just make me move house again..." She sighed, looking out of the window.

"As well I have questions..." His got more serious as he stood up, "that phone call.."

"Ask mycroft..." She said pointing her finger to Mycroft.

"The answer is no because there is no one named (f/n) (l/n)," mycroft stood up abruptly and walked over to the girl, "this was just an abandoned house." He grabbed her hand and she stood up, "and good bye." He rushed out the door, dragging the girl along with him.