Here In London (BBC Sherlock Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3: The Disappearing Message

I walked into the flat, tired and a bit depressed. After finding out that my friend from high school got murdered and finding my mother's pocket watch in fucking London, the amount thinking you do makes you slightly exhausted.

I collapsed on a chair that was nearest to the window, just now noticing no one was here. It was dark, the only light coming from a phone that was sitting on the table. Wait, what?

I looked at the chiming phone and I got up slowly. I took a few steps towards the table, eyeing the contraption suspiciously. I don't know who's this is. It could be John's or Sherlock's, I haven't exactly spent enough time with the both of them to know.

I peered down at it. I didn't want to go through the phone as it could be one of the guys', but at the  same time, I was so curious.

Sighing in defeat, I grabbed it and looked at the message.

Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn,

Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn;

Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen,

And desolation saddens all thy green:

One only master grasps the whole domain,

And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain:

No more thy glassy brook reflects the day,

But choked with sedges works its weedy way.-Oliver Goldsmith

To the newest resident at 221B Baker Street.

With love,

Ava

I dropped the phone onto the carpet. I stumbled a few feet back before accidentally collapsing sideways onto the chair I was sitting in before.

What... what could that..? Who..? I couldn't think straight. My mind kept flashing over the brand I saw on Naomi earlier and the words to the poem kept rushing through my mind. What could that mean? Who was Ava? How do they know me?

"...I left my phone here, okay? I'm sorry!" I heard John shout, but I was too shocked to even  jerk my head in that direction. I heard the door open and feet come in but stop. I could feel their eyes on me.

"Myrtle?" John said.

I blinked and turned my head towards them. Sherlock and John were both disheveled and their faces were slightly red, probably from the cold.

"I... uh..." I couldn't get the words out. I wanted to tell them about the sudden message but I just couldn't.

Sherlock ignored me and took his coat and scarf off. He put them on the back of the door and then pointed towards the phone on the floor.

"There's your phone. I can't believe you just couldn't grab it before we left," Sherlock snarled at John. Sherlock looked to me and glared for some unknown reason before going over and plopping on the couch. John clenched his jaw and fists before going over and snatching the floor. He was going to unlock it, when something in me snapped and I got up and grabbed the phone away from him.

"Myrtle!" Sherlock turned his head in our direction at John's sudden outburst.

"Sorry, it just..." I trailed off as I unlocked the phone and went to his texts. I searched through his text6s but the one from "Ava" disappeared. "What? It just... what?" I breathed.

John snatched his phone from me.

"What?" he said. I was at a loss for words. I looked between Sherlock and John, my mouth opening and closing like a fish.