Sherlock Holmes and The New Detective

Not Smart Enough

"She's very smart", Sherlock said, talking about Sandra. "But she's not that smart. It's going to be an easy code."

"Same one as the note?" Emma asked him.

"Similar, not the same."

"Okay." Her stomach grumbled. "Hey, Sherlock, do you have any food I can eat?"

"There's some in the fridge", he said while flipping through the note book.

Emma walked over to the fridge and opened it. Nothing. She opened the freezer and saw hands. Severed hands. In a bag. Classy.

"How did John do it?" she whispered to herself. "Hey Sherlock?" she called. She picked up the bag of hands with her thumb and forefinger, disgusted. She walked into the living room and dangled the bag in front of Sherlock. "Why do you have hands in your fridge?"

"In case I need a hand with anything."

"Oh god", Emma shook her head. Why was Sherlock attempting to make a joke?

"I said in case I need a han--"

"I heard you", she said, saying the 'i' with a higher pitch. She walked back into the kitchen and slung the hands back in the freezer. Looks like I'm not eating.

"I'm going to go check on Mrs. Hudson", Emma says, walking to the door.

"Mhmm", Sherlock hummed while looking through the note book.

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Emma knocked on the door, to no reply. The door was slightly open.

"Mrs. Hudson?" She called out. She pushed the door open so she could get inside her flat. She saw that everything was in good order, looked like no one had broken in or taken anything, but then again, she had never been in her flat before.

She called out again, "Mrs. Hudson?"

"Oh, dear", Mrs. Hudson was behind her, standing in the doorway. "Mind helping me with the groceries?"

"Sure, Mrs. Hudson." Emma took a few bags from her and set them down on the table. "The door was open when I came down here. Do you... know anything about that?"

"Oh, yes, Sherlock told me to leave it open a crack. Said you'd come down here. I asked him what's in it for me? and he told me you would help with groceries." Mrs. Hudson smiled.

"Well I guess now I have to help", Emma joked. "Can I take some food up to Sherlock?"

"That's okay, dear, I usually make him food."

"But you're the land lady", Emma stated confused.

"Apparently a housekeeper, too", Mrs. Hudson laughed. "But don't tell Sherlock that."

While they were having this normal conversation, Emma was making deductions about Mrs. Hudson.

She was married, but her husband died. And her husband, boy was he risky. They did go together, though. He had a drug ring, she was an exotic dancer, people are always young and stupid at some time in their life, and they met at that time. Made sense.

"So how's the case going?" Mrs. Hudson asked as they started putting things away. Emma opened the fridge and started putting fruit in its proper place.

"Good. We got a few things going, but I know you don't care about all that. Tell me about your life", Emma answered.

"It has its ups and downs. But last night, during bridge, the funniest thing happened!"

Emma listened as she put away more food items. Crackers, bread, apples, pineapple, cookies, potatoes, beans, cans of soup. She listened about Mrs. Turner and the funny thing she said, of how Mrs. Hudson never won a game of bridge, about her past and her husband. She was finding so many things about her. Emma actually enjoyed Mrs. Hudson's company, sure that everyone was like that except for Sherlock.