Battle For The Crowns {A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter 8~ Lemon Juice!

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"So why won't you tell me then? There is absolutely no reason why you can't!"
"Maybe not, except for the fact that I may.. Nothing. Never mind." I cut myself off, thinking better of the end of that sentence.
"Wh-"
"SHERLOCK!! LOOK!" I yelled, piecing the maps together. "These two words are off.. Lemon juice..." I mumbled and ran into the kitchen and began throwing things out of the fridge to find some. "Dammit.. SHERLOCK COME ON! WE NEED LEMON JUICE!" I screamed.
"OHH!! Invisible Ink.. Right! It would make the chemicals react and show up, because even Moriarty may forget.. Aghhhh! Where can we get some?!" He yelled back.
"THE STORE THINGY! COME ALONG!"
And we dashed out the door, me in my sweats and tank top, and him in his dressing gown. I kept running down the road to the nearest grocery store, with Sherlock next to me, surprised at how well I kept up with his long strides. After about 7 minutes of sprinting through crowds, yelling apologies, and scanning for any clue as to where we were going, I rammed Sherlock's left shoulder into the building on our right, and we crashed through the glass doors, and into the supermarket.
"There was no reason to rugby tackle me.." He mumbled frustratedly.
"Sorry, love. But I realized it a bit too late where we were. Now!" I clapped my hands, "lemon juice!"
We prowled down the aisles, looking for any clue as to where we were going.
"Have you never been shopping before?" I scoffed, asking Sherlock.
"No, John always buys things for me. What about you? You're a girl." He replied.
"Well, first of all, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Second of all, assassins don't buy their own bloody groceries!" I hissed at him, attracting the attention of a four year old who had strayed away from his mum.
"Did you say you were an assassin?" He gasped in excitement.
"Oh.. Um yes! But I just.. Sure. Yeah." I said quickly.
"Wow! Can I have your autograph?"
I looked at Sherlock in confusion and he shrugged and continued to browse the shelves for lemon juice.
"I suppose.. But only if you'll direct us to the lemon juice."
"Oh, you're silly! Why would the lemon juice be with the cereal? Come on, and you can bring your boyfriend too!" He laughed, and grabbed mine and Sherlock's hands, and put them together. "Mummy says to always hold hands so we don't get lost! Although I always do, because I never hold my mum's hand. But we can't lose each other now! We're on a mission for lemon juice!"
I blushed as the kid led us through the aisles, with Sherlock clasping my hand tightly as we followed this small human.
"Jonathan!" I heard a yell from next to me. Sherlock and I looked, only to find an angry woman standing there, pointing at the kid who was holding my hand. "What are you doing to these two poor people?!"
"I'm helping them find lemon juice!" Jonathan said proudly.
"Leave the poor couple alone, and come with me! They can manage that feat alone, I'm sure."
"Oh no, we're no-" I attempted to speak, but the lady cut me off with a hand wave and a brief sentence.
"Don't worry! He may be Sherlock, but I'm sure he loves you just the same! Bye loves, and Sherlock, behave!" She giggled, and led Jonathan away.
"What the hell?" I asked Sherlock.
"Friend of my mum's and Ms. Hudson.. Agh don't ask. Come on, lemon juice." He dragged me through the aisle directly to the produce section where we found it. "Great! Let's go."
We walked over to the self checkout and began pressing buttons.
"Hmm.. Let's see. It says 'method of payment.' Sherlock, what does that mean?" I asked.
"I believe it means how we wish to pay for the item. So.. Card."
"'Scan the item.' Okay..." I slid the juice in front of the screen and nothing happened. "What?I'm scanning it.."
Sherlock frowned and grabbed my wrist in order to lower it a bit to where it was right over the pad where the price tag was scanned. He waved it around in front of the screen, but the stupid automated voice just asked for us to scan it again.
"Dammit.." He mumbled angrily and waved it again.
"Hold up!" I exclaimed, and grabbed his wrist to bring it closer to the bottom. The monitor beeped, signifying that it registered the item. "Whoop."
"Next we need to press the 'checkout' button, I believe." Sherlock said, and jabbed the button. He waved his card in front of the scanner where we put the lemon juice, but nothing happened. "What. Where is John when you need him?" He sighed.
I giggled and grabbed his wrist again to slide the credit card down the side where the slit was. "Why don't we just steal it?" I asked him.
"Well, I'm not a wanted fugitive who has stolen and killed, yet."
I mocked offense and gasped. "I am not a wanted fugitive! I am so much better than that. Now, how do we leave? Do we just take the bottle and go? Or what?"
"I am so much better than that!" Sherlock mocked me, and grabbed the juice so we could walk out.
"Arsehole.." I mumbled and followed him.
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We walked back into 221B and sat down on the couch to prepare the maps. Sherlock set the real plan next to the three possibilities.
"Okay, let's start with this one here. Set them together, and gently sponge it.. Yeh." I gave Sherlock a couple directions that he quickly followed.
"Well, what does it say?" He asked me.
"Oh dear god. I honestly think Moriarty should marry himself."
"What?"
"Not this one, James baby. Try the other two. -JM xx," I said.
Sherlock shuddered and set the second one up.
"Uh-uh love! Keep going darling. ;) -JM xx" I read aloud.
And so, we tried the last one.
"For Mission: Legion, get key codes from Moran and get to vault using plans. Vault has security, ranks, and documents. Sherlock, that's it! We've got it!" I giggled and hugged him.
He wrapped his long arms around me awkwardly and patted my back. "Yes, when do we leave?"
I sighed and leaned back. "You won't be leaving. It's too dangerous."
He scoffed at my absurdity and replied, "yes I will. Come on, Brooklyn. We may have only known each other for 2 months, but we've been through a lot."
"Yeah, like grocery shopping. Sherlock, we barely know each other!" I exclaimed.
"On the contrary, Miss Brooklyn. I wish for you to recall the countless nights that you and I have poured over those files to find any scrap of information on Sebastian Moran, codes, locations, anything! I also wish for you to recall the day that I met you, and how you immediately knew that I accepted you case. And, Christmas Day. That bracelet that you've worn for a month, as of two days ago, and are wearing know, was a sign that I'm not going anywhere until this is solved." He stated.
I smiled, but shook my head. "Sherlock, you'll get hurt. And my case isn't important."
"Brooklyn, it's no longer about the case."
"What do you mean?"
"It's about you, and fixing the mess you've created."
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I really do apologize for the short chapter.. I just ran out of time, cause I really wanted something up todayyyy but I promise it will be longer next time. Chapter 9 is when things start building!
Love, TC xx