Have We Met?: A Sherlock Fanfiction

Time's Passed

I sat in my arm chair and drummed my fingers anxiously against my leg. Lucy sat on what used to be John's chair and she twirled a lock of her long, dark hair on her finger. The man that had arrived at the door looked identical to the man we'd questioned the other day, but he insisted his name was Simon Sanches.
"Lucy..." I said simply and gestured to my laptop on my desk. She nodded and stood up grabbing my laptop and popping it open.

"How can we help you Simon?" I asked flatly. "We're quite busy, so don't waste our time," I said avoiding Simon's gaze.

"Oh....oh no. No, Mr. Holmes. I'm here to help you. I have some important information regarding your most recent case...." He said slowly. His voice sounded like sandpaper.

"Yep. Simon Sanches, all his information is right here just as he said: maintenance worker, no relation to Cameron whatsoever," Lucy showed me the monitor with his information and I nodded.

"How can you help us, Simon?" I said as I stared at my feet.

"Ikon, the detective, he doesn't exist, Mr. Holmes....." Simon said wringing his hands together.

"No. He does. We saw all his identification papers and records," I disagreed with a heavy sigh.

"No, sir. I....was doing some maintenance work on the stop lights and I stopped by Ikon's.....house. I heard about him.....in the papers so I wanted to meet him. I knocked on the door....no answer. I pulled on the handle and the door.....was open. No one was there....and....I don't want to talk about it Mr. Holmes.....it was.....bad," Simon's words were all run together and separated by extremely long pauses. I let out a long exhale through my mouth and Lucy quickly took over.

"Do you have an address?" Lucy said. The man nodded vigorously and searched frantically in his pockets. He finally managed to fish a crumpled piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and he handed it to Lucy.

"Thank you, Simon. We'll be in touch," Lucy said with a minuscule smile.

Simon nodded and pushed himself out of his chair. I could hear him struggling down the stairs with the heavy thumping of his feet. Lucy glanced at me.

"You wouldn't look at him. You know him, don't you?" Lucy asked, tilting her head.

I didn't respond.

An understanding frown spread across her face.
"He's your dealer!" Lucy said pointing at me accusingly.

"He...provides me with items that traditionally aren't found in a market," I said.

Lucy laughed and shook her in disbelief. "You are unbelievable,"

I stood up quickly and attempted to change the subject.

"Lucy, I need you to go Bart's and pick up some blood tests from Molly Hopper. I'll visit the address and see what I can find there," I said, as I began pulling on my coat and scarf. "I'll text you from there," I put my hand on the door knob to exit, but I paused and turned to Lucy.

"I'm not quick to trust, but in this scenario, with the situation being as it is, I don't have a choice. You'll find that it's a very small world when I'm angry with me," I turned and left shutting the door behind me.

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"So....you're friends with Sherlock?" Molly said pulling the silicon gloves off of her fingers.

"I guess you could say that," Lucy said giving Molly a small grin. Molly frowned slightly.

"Must be nice," She muttered under her breath.

"Hmmm?" Lucy asked.