How They Met Alice (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 33

(Third person view: )

 The man’s colleague had collected a pile of clothes and a pair of shoes and put them down onto the table in front of Sherlock, who raised his eyebrows and shrugged disinterestedly.

 “Please, Mr. Holmes. Where you’re going, you’ll want to be dressed.” He pleaded. Sherlock looked round to Alice. He eyes were climbing up and down the man. When she had gathered what she needed she scoffed.

 “You aren’t gonna get him to do a da*n thing.” She chuckled. Sherlock turned his head back and gazed at the man and began to deduce. Looking at his clothes he could tell his suit was £700. Glancing at his breast pocket and the area where a pistol would be if he was carrying one, he could see no outline, therefore he was unarmed. His thumbnail was manicured. By his forehead he could tell he was an office worker. The way his hands were folded in front of him, he could tell he was right-handed. Looking at his shoes; indoor worker. Seeing some wiry hairs on the cuff of his trouser leg; small dog. Seeing a mark higher up the same trouser leg; two small dogs. Seeing more hairs on the other trouser leg; three small dogs. Sherlock smiled smugly and looked up into the man’s face, Alice smirking behind him.

 “Oh, I know exactly where I’m going.” He said cockily.

 Later, John walked into an enormous ornate hall with massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. He looked around for a moment, and then followed his escort, who gestured him to a nearby room before walking away. On a small round table in the middle of the room was the pile of clothes and shoes which had been put down in front of Sherlock earlier. There was a sofa either side of the table and sitting on the left-hand one was Sherlock, still wrapped in his sheet. Alice sat next to him, her hands folded and imbetween her legs. Sherlock looked across to John calmly. John held out his hands in a “What the h*ll?!” gesture. Sherlock shrugged disinterestedly and looked away again. Nodding in a resigned way, John walked slowly into the room, and then sat down on the sofa beside his friend. Alice leaned forward and grinned eagerly at him. He gazed in front of himself for a moment, chewing back a giggle, looked around the room again and then looked at Sherlock, peering closely at his sheet and particularly the section wrapped around his backside. He turned his head away again.

 “Are you wearing any pants?” John questioned.

 “No.” Sherlock answered. Alice smiled beside Sherlock.

 “Okay.” John said, sighing quietly.  A moment later Sherlock turned and looks at him just as John also turned to look. Their eyes met and they all promptly burst out laughing, Alice shaking her head while doing so. “At Buckingham Palace, fine.” He said, gesturing around the room. He tried to get himself under control. “Oh, I’m seriously fighting an impulse to steal an ashtray.” Sherlock chuckled again.

 “You’re not the only one.” Alice commented, smiling like a maniac.

 “What are we doing here, Sherlock? Seriously, what?” John asked.

 “I don’t know.” Sherlock answered, still smiling.

 “Here to see the Queen?” John suggested. At that moment Mycroft walked in from the next room.

 “Apparently yes.” Alice and Sherlock said at the same time. John cracked up again and Sherlock and Alice both promptly joined in. The three of them continued to giggle as Mycroft looked at them in exasperation.

 “Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?” Mycroft glared at the two men.

 “We solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants, so I wouldn’t hold out too much hope.” John said his voice shaky with laughter. Alice still chuckled. Sherlock looked up at his brother as he walked into the room, all humour gone from his face.