Here In London (BBC Sherlock Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2: Brands, Money, and Watches

I opened my eyes and looked around, seeing the new bedroom again. I smiled as I remembered last night.

I got up and pulled on a hoodie and made my way to the flat. I opened the door and saw John sitting on a chair reading the morning paper and Sherlock playing on his phone, looking bored.

I said good morning and they mumbled their replies back to me. Well, then. I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and yelped, almost falling over at the sight.

I heard John say something and then groan loudly.

"Sherlock!" he snapped. I looked at both of them, wide-eyed and with my hands over my mouth. "What?" Sherlock replied, bored out of his mind.

"There's... a head... in the fridge.." I whimpered. I saw his eyes snap towards me, for a second looking apologetic but it was gone as fast as it came.

"You're going to be trained at St. Bart's. surely you can deal with little things like these," he said.

I glared at him. "Not at seven-fucking-AM, moron," I snarled.

He glared back at me and leaned forward in his seat.

"What are you doing to about it, Ms. Atherton?" he growled. But, before I had a chance to argue, John intervened.

"Okay, well, don't you, uh, start work today, Myrtle? I'll make you breakfast and you can go and get ready, how 'bout that?" he rambled, mostly to himself as he walked into the kitchen. Almost reluctantly, I obliged and headed back to my room and to get ready for my first day

" 'What are you going to do about it, Ms. Atherton?' Oh, I'd have shown you what I'd have done about it. You'd be on the damn ground crying for your mummy," I grumbled to myself as I put on a black v-neck. I settled for skinny jeans and my same combat boots and just ran a brush through my hair before heading back to the kitchen to see what John had made for me, ignoring Sherlock (and his glares) as I sat down and ate.

This was going to be a long day.

**

About an hour before I had to leave, guess who came waltzing in through the doors? Yep. Sherlock and John.

I stared at them before looking towards my trainer, Molly.

"You know him?" I said while pointing to Sherlock. She smiled and nodded.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry for you," I whimpered as I walked over to a desk and put the clipboard down.

"Actually, I've got other things to do. Myrtle, will you--" Molly trailed off as she looked at me. I stared back at her and sighed, giving in to whatever she wants.

Molly left and I looked at them.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "I guess I haven't told you what I do, now have I Ms. Atherton?" Sherlock tutted.

"No," I replied.

He smirked down at me.

"I'm a consulting detective. The only one in the world," he said, as if that explained everything.

"Okay," I sighed, with a wave of my hand.

He rolled his eyes.

"That means that the police come to me when they need help, which is proven to be all the time, and I solve the cases for them," he explained.

I furrowed my brows a little and then nodded.

"Okay, what do you need here then?" I asked.

"I need to see one of the bodies you recently got in today. Naomi Atwell...?" he said. I furrowed my brows even more then. Where had I heard that name before?

I nodded and looked at the clipboard, seeing which vault she was in. I opened one of them and pulled her out, gasping slightly as I saw who it was. Sherlock and John took no notice.

Sherlock told me to pull back the sheet slightly, to reveal her, uh, breasts and he looked at the side of the top of rib cage.

I looked too and saw there was a weird brand there.

"Ava?" I asked. He nodded and looked at me.

"Any idea on what it means?" he asked. I vaguely recall hearing that name somewhere but I can't remember so I just shake my head, confused as to why someone would brand that on a person.

He looked to John and he shook his head too. He sighed and told me to cover her up again. I put her back and took a deep breath. Sherlock looked to me this time.

"Did you know her?" he asked. John looked at me too.

I nodded a little and sniffed.

"Yeah, she was one of my best friends in high school," I said. Sherlock nodded and then turned around and left. John sighed and looked at me with a sympathetic look on his face.

"I'm, uh, I'm sorry," he said. I smiled at him a little and then he chased after Sherlock. 

**

Not long after the encounter with Sherlock and John, I was already on my way home, deciding to walk there. I put my hands into my leather coat/jacket and I headed down Northumberland street. I was almost home when I saw something shiny out of the corner of my eye.

I stopped and turned, seeing a golden pocket watch perching on the window sill of shop. I walked over and picked up the abandoned thing. I examined it, furrowing my brows at the engraving. I looked around, asked a few people if they knew whose it was, to which they shook their heads and walked on.

I sighed and then felt someone watching me. A homeless man was leaning up against the wall of the next shop, eyeing me intently. I held up the watch.

"Know who's this is?" I questioned. He nodded.

"Will you tell me?" I asked. He then held out his hand and I sighed.

"Here's a fifty, should get a room in a motel or something now will you tell me who left this here?" I sighed and shoved the money into the guy's hand. He grasped it and put it into one of his dirty pockets.

"Some old guy, white hair, walked up here about an hour ago and put it there, left it while talking on the phone," he said.

"What was he talking about?" I interrogated. He held out his hand again and I gave him a twenty.

"Said something about a girl named Myrtle, mentioned another name, uh, Ava I think it was... yeah, yeah it was Ava," he said. I furrowed my brows and stared at the watch.

"Okay, um, thanks," I said. I pursed my lips as I walked onto Baker Street.

I kept thinking about the watch, which was now in my pocket.

Jane Nehemiah Atherton

It was my mother's name.

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