Anastasia Mills (BBCSherlock Fanfic)

Two

John pulled out his phone and silence the call by pressing the small tick,

"Greg?"

"John, where did you get this evidence? There isnt a single point that isnt solidly supported."

"A Girl gave me it."

"Who?"

"She didnt give a name..." John mumbled into the phone

"Did you get a good visual?"

"No I couldnt, she had pretty much her entire face covered."

"Oh, well John, this evidence can prove Sherlock wasnt a fraud 100 times over."

"Thats what she said."

"Then she told you right."

The conversation continued a little longer, but most of it was irrelevant anyway.

John looked for the secretive and mysterious Miss Mills after that and never saw her again, after a while he wasnt even sure she exsisted, sure there was the Evidence he had been given for proof of the encounter but no one could find her or who exactly she was.

3 Months After Sherlocks death and John needed a flatmate, he couldnt manage the rent himself and though he didnt want one.... He needed one, for more reasons then he thought.

He had put an ad up and so far- 5 days later- no response.

So Sunday morning when he opened his door he got a shock.

"Hello, Mr.Watson."

"Miss Mills? I-"

"Yes, I do have that effect, the amazing disapearing act is one of my many skills,"

"But-"

"So do tell me, Dear, is the flatshare still avalible?"

John nodded slowly.

"Great, I do believe I can have the room then?"

Again John noddes slowly.

"Great!" The girl grinned, picked up a rucksack by her feet, entered the room and handed him a pile of 20 pound notes.

"How did you get this much mone-"

"I have my perks..... Nah, I can stop with secrecy. Im sort of like.... I dunno.... A detective or sumat.... I dont think theirs a job for what I do.... I hack Police record, find Cold Cases no one can crack, crack em, email em back under the identity of 'TheCrimeSolvingRegal'" Miss Mills exclaimed.

"Wha-"

Did John really want another 'Detective' to remind him of Sherlock.

"Oh, and this is for you." She smiled and handed him an envelope with 'John' scrawled messily.

'John,

If you are reading this.... Well Moriarty won. I dont really know what to write in this, only that Im Sorry and this is the only way to stop him from Killing us both. I may be the amazing Sherlock Holmes but well.... I cant worm my way out of everything, the girl Delivering this is probably the closest person you will find to a replica of me, if you dont want reninding of me, dont just send her away, make sure she is safe. If you do want someone to remember me by, shes the one for you, I may never have mentioned her before but thats because I cut of my emotions because of her and well, I hate reminders.

Do look after her.

Sherlock.'

John looked at the girl, her dark hair reached her waist and was full of curls, her eyes however were like the colour of the ocean after sunset.

"The rooms yours."

And that was that.

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A bunch of small frequent chapters are better then spaced out long ages to wait chapters right?

I hope so, these chapters are small but mean more chapters ;p