Never Ending Game*A Sherlock, Moriarty fan fic*

CH. 4

CH. 4

CH. 4
SHERLOCK

I arrived at 221B Bakers Street to see John Watson already waiting outside knocking lightly on the wooden door of our soon to be flat. Beside the entrance door to our soon to be flat was a sandwich place, that I noted might come in handy if I was ever in need of a quick bit. The name though wasn’t very promising for anything other than a quick bit, Speedy’s Sandwich Bar and Café, yes even the name said it.  “Hello” I greeted

“Ah, Mr. Holmes” He greeted me seeing me step out of the taxi.

“Sherlock, please”, I corrected. I never cared much for formalities.

John looked around a bit at the surrounding city before speaking, “Oh, this is a prime spot must be expensive. “ There was a nit of worry lacing his voice but mostly approval.

Not even looking around because I had already done so I explained, “Ah, Mrs. Hudson the landlady given me a special deal owes me a favor. Few years back her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida.”

John looked at me in amazement as if seeing me in a new light, “You stopped her husband from being executed?”

Incorrect I thought before correcting him, “No I ensured it” Not bothering to glance behind me to see what expression he wore I stepped inside as Mrs. Hudson’s friendly face welcomed me.

“Sherlock!” She exclaimed brightly in greeting.

Tilting my head ever so slightly I returned the greeting although definitely not as brightly as hers. Quickly I lead the way up stairs to the flat that I had already unpacked my things into dramatically opening the door when we got to it and letting John examine it for the first time.
He looked around for a bit before responding, this was the most difficult time. We had to agree on the flat if we were both to pay rent for it. Finally John spoke relieving my nerves. “Well this could be very nice, very nice indeed.”

Beaming I responded looking around as well, “Yes, yes my thought exactly that is why I went straight ahead and moved in.” The last part we were both speaking during and made me stop.

“So we should probably straighten things up a bit” He looked apologetic and I started throwing things together to try and fix things up as he continued”…oh so this is all yours”

Clearing my throat as I plunged one of my knives into the cork above my fireplace I spoke. “Obviously I can,..um, straighten things up a bit”

“The skull?” He asked lightly clearing his throat. An explanation was obviously needed.

“Friend of mine…when I say friend…” I trailed off it would take too long to explain and I was not in the mood for it.

“What do you think then Doctor Watson?” Mrs. Hudson asked coming back in. “There is another bed room upstairs if you’ll be needing two.” She added.

“Of course we will be needing two!” John exclaimed indicting he was straight something I could honestly care less about.

“Don’t worry there are all sorts around here, Mrs. Turner next doors got…” Mrs. Hudson tried to reassure him pretending as if it was all some big secret. The whole thing was mindless so I blocked it. She got up and headed towards the kitchen exclaiming in disappointment directed at me, “Sherlock the mess you made!

Ignoring her I turned towards John who had seated himself in the light brown arm chair. “I looked you up on the internet last night. “ He stated making me stop for a second.

“Anything interesting?” I asked trying not to let my curiosity show.

“Found your website the science of deduction” He stated. Now I was really getting excited, the science of deduction was my life, although I would pretend whether or not people looked at my website mattered to me it quite honestly did and sadly people usually didn’t.