How They Met Alice (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 40

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* Shalice fluff in this chapter!! WARNING!!

(Alice’s POV; NEXT MORNING: )

 Sherlock – now fully recovered – and John were sitting at the table in the living room. I, also fully recovered, was sitting in Sherlock’s chair. John was eating breakfast while Sherlock was reading a newspaper. I was looking blankly at Mycroft, who stood nearby.

 “The photographs are perfectly safe.” Sherlock assured.

 “In the hands of a fugitive sex worker.” Mycroft argued bitterly.

 “Mycroft. Please. She’s not interested in blackmail. She wants protection for some reason. I take it you’ve stood down the police investigation into the shooting at her house?” I said, interrupting Sherlock. He glared at me when I was done and I just gave him a smug look.

 “How can we do anything while she has the photographs? Our hands are tied.” Mycroft insisted.

 “Your hands are tied, Mycroft.” I corrected quietly. He gave me a, ‘not now’ look.

 “She’d applaud your choice of words. You see how this works: that camera phone is her ‘get out of jail free’ card. You have to leave her alone. Treat her like royalty, Mycroft.” Sherlock explained.

 “Though not the way she treats royalty.” John added. I smiled and made sure they all saw it. John smiled round at Mycroft sarcastically, who returned the smile humourlessly. Just then an orgasmic female sigh filled the room. John and Mycroft frowned.

 “What the bl**dy h*ll was that!?” I exclaimed. Sherlock gave me another look.

 “Text.” Sherlock said simply, trying to sound nonchalant.

 “But what was that noise?” John clarified. Sherlock got up and went over to pick up his phone from nearby. He looked at the message which read, “Good morning, Mr. Holmes”

 “Sherlock you did not.” I warned.

 “Did you know there were other people after her too, Mycroft, before you sent Alice, John and I in there? CIA-trained killers, at an excellent guess.” He asked, ignoring both of us. He went back to the table and sat down again as John looked round at Mycroft. I shook my head and sighed.

 “Yeah, thanks for that, Mycroft.” John thanked bitterly. Mrs. Hudson brought in a plate of breakfast from the kitchen and put it down in front of Sherlock, at which I smiled and got up, moving behind the detective.

 “It’s a disgrace, sending your little brother into danger like that. Family is all we have in the end, Mycroft Holmes.” She said sternly.

 “Oh, shut up, Mrs. Hudson.” Mycroft commanded.

 “MYCROFT!” All three of us exclaimed, stern and furious. We glared at him. Mycroft looked at our angry faces glaring at him, then cringed and looked contritely at Mrs. Hudson.

 “Apologies.” Mycroft said, defeated.

 “Thank you.” Mrs. Hudson said quietly.

 “Though do, in fact, shut up.” Sherlock added. I smacked the side of his head quite hard and he sighed angrily at me. I smiled, satisfied, but it faded as his mobile ‘sighed’ again.

 “Ooh. It’s a bit rude, that noise, isn’t it?” Mrs. Hudson said, going back into the kitchen.

 “Yes. It is, Sherlock.” I said, grabbing a piece of bacon off the plate. Sherlock looked at the latest message which read, ‘Feeling better?’