His Doctor~

Chapter 9

His Doctor -Chapter 9

Hey guys! thank you so much for all the reads! Sorry if Sherlock seems out of character in the chapter, but i needed to add some fluffyness :3

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Chapter 9

Sherlock cursed himself in his mind, lying in his bed at 221B after being tucked in by Jo-Ann.

"'Why would I need you'?! You need her for everything you self-absorbed sociop-"

"Ahh!~"

The detective's thoughts were interrupted by a woman's sigh. It sounded love-struck and quite disturbing... Sherlock looked around to make sure it wasn't Jo-Ann that made that noise. But his eyes settled upon an unexpected sight...

His long black coat hanging on the back of the bedroom door.

The last he had seen his coat, it was covering a naked Irene Adler that stabbed him with a drugged needle. He blinked a few times to make sure it was really there before untwisting himself from the sheets. Sherlock slowly got out of the bed, but instantly stumbled due to the swarming in his brain. Shaking his head, he continued to trek over to the coat. The front pocket, however, was luminous in a light blue glow. Reaching inside the pocket, Sherlock pulled out his mobile phone, which had received an unread text. Unlocking the phone, he slowly read the message...

Until next time, Mister Holmes. -Ms. A.

Sherlock leaned against the door and sighed... something told him this was going to be an on-going thing.

The detective and the doctor ate breakfast together the next morning, which was a rare occurrence for Sherlock. He didn't eat very often, despite Jo-Ann's constant nagging. The curly-haired man sipped his coffee and read the morning paper while Jo-Ann munched on her eggs... both of them trying to ignore a very annoyed Mycroft burning holes in them with his eyes.

"The photographs are perfectly safe." Sherlock tried to reassure him.

"In the hands of a fugitive sex worker." Mycroft countered.

"She's not interested in blackmail. She wants..." the detective paused for a moment, "Protection... for some reason... Do you see how this works? That camera phone is her 'get out of jail free' card."

Mycroft just stood there, rigid and annoyed. He opened his mouth to say more when a strange sound interrupted him.

"Ahh!~"

Awkward silence fell upon them... Mycroft looked at Jo-Ann, while Jo-Ann looked at Sherlock.

"What was that?" the doctor asked, making Mycroft relieved it wasn't her.

"Text." Sherlock replied, taking mental note to turn his phone down. He had figured it out the night before that the sigh was a customized text alert, set to a contact under "Ms. A". It must have been done when Sherlock was missing his phone.

The detective put down the newspaper and got up to get the said phone that was across the room.

"What was that noise?" Jo-Ann asked, more specific. Sherlock was over by Mycroft now and ignored her question

"You knew there were other people after her too, Mycroft... Before you sent Jo-Ann and I in there." He checked the text message he received, that read "Good morning, Mr. Holmes." The phone was re-locked and put in his pocket as he walked back to the breakfast table. "CIA trained killers, I think."

"Excellent guess." Mycroft said casually.

"Yeah, thanks for that Mycroft." Jo-Ann said coldly. After having a gun pointed to her head, she had every reason to be upset.