Child's Play

Chapter #1: Flatmates

Here we were. Once again in the morgue. God I hated this place. It’s so creepy...and dead.  Not sure why I follow that man almost everywhere he goes. What if zombies one day exist and I end up trailing after him to the morgue? We’d be screwed. They’d kill us all, though I’d probably kill that man first for even bringing us here to start off with before the zombies get the chance to harm him in any way.

Speaking of zombies, would I laugh if I had to watch his body get eaten by zombies? It’d be quite the sight. That is until they all turn on me and kill/eat me. Not sure why they’d want me, though. I’m just skin and bones. Nothing yummy about me whatsoever. Just all yuck. 

Sherlock Holmes...death by Bluebell. An interesting way to go, if I say so myself. 

Ziiippp!

I stuck out my tongue in disgust as Sherlock unzipped the bag of the dead body that was before him on the table. I best find out what he actually plans to do with it. There may be a test later. Curse me in never remembering to ask before I blindly follow.

I brought my eyes up from my iPod to see Sherlock sniff. “How fresh?” 

“Just in,” My eyes roamed about until I spotted Molly Hooper walking around the table. “Sixty-seven natural causes. Used to work here. I knew him.” Molly smiled. “He was nice.”

“Good looking?” I asked.

She didn’t look at me. “Just nice. Why?”

“Ah. Course. Only curious, Molly. Nice is good, though.”

“Fine.” Sherlock said, sounding uninterested in the conversation. He zipped the bag shut and stood up straight. He turned to stare at Molly and gave her a grin. “We’ll start with the riding crop.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to go and get a cup of coffee then,” I muttered. 

Instantly I knew what he was going to do with the riding crop. I didn’t need to be here when he beat dead body up. I don’t care if he had a good reason or not. Still didn’t want to make me watch him do it. It makes me feel a little green just at the mere thought.

I pushed myself away from the wall and turned up my music as I exited the room. I skipped a bit while I made my way towards the cafeteria. My glasses continually slid down my nose, a fact that Sherlock always liked to point out because they were much to big for my face, but I just kept on pushing them back up in front of my eyes. Who really cares if they were too big? I didn’t even want them anyway. I felt like a nerd or a geek. I only even got them because Sherlock made a small comment to my aunt about my vision and she forced me to get my eyes checked. Worse day of my life. Took everything in me to not strangle the detective. 

As soon as I passed through the open doors leading to the cafeteria, I grinned and waved at the other person in the room who was getting a bit of coffee. He smiled over at me and held out a cup. I nodded back and quickly turned off and put away my iPod. I then eagerly walked to him and accepted the small cup. With a smile, I brought the coffee up to my nose and took in a whiff. I sighed in bliss at the scent.

“So how you doing, Jim?” I asked him whilst taking a sip. My smile widened at the taste it left on my tongue. Instantly I put the cup down and started to make a second one. This one being all black with two sugars. Had to make one for Sherlock. I just knew he wanted one even if he didn’t put it into words. Who knows what would happen if he didn’t have me after so many years of us being together. Not sure how he managed before. He’s just so lazy at times.

“Good, good,” he grinned. “Here with your friend again?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Not sure why I’m actually with him. But, eh.” I gave a shrug.