The Mind Reader - A Sherlock Fanfic

The Note

John entered the living room the next morning, yawning. Sleepily, he trudged through the living room, and into the kitchen. He noticed that the coffee pot was almost full already, he shrugged and poured some coffee into his usual gray mug. As he was taking his first sip, he noticed me sitting at the desk, typing frantically on his computer. "You're up early," he nodded when he finished drinking a bit of his coffee.

"I didn't sleep," I replied without taking my eyes off the computers screen.

"You didn't sleep?"

"That's what I said,"

"What have you been doing all night? And why is it more important than sleeping and recharging your body?"

"I'm trying to find a lead, and it's probably the most important case we've had,"

"You're not telling me that you're looking for a lead on that thing Mycroft specifically told you not to get involved in," he rolled his eyes.

"Yesss, I am," I rubbed my hands together in annoyance. "But Mycroft is very secretive with this it seems. I've found nothing,"

John slowly made his way to his armchair before he said anything else. I still kept my eyes fixed on the computer screen. "Sherlock, you've always wanted nothing to do with Mycroft. Why are you suddenly so interested in his business?"

"It's not just his business!" I turned to stare right at him. "It's... Ugh, you wouldn't approve anyway,"

"What are you talking about?"

Should I tell him? The second I mention Amy, he'll accuse me of losing it. Though, with something like this, I need a friend. Or at least someone to help me... Huh, never thought I would need help... "Remember when I said that someone told me the same things that Mycroft said before? While I was out,"

"Yeah," he doesn't know where I'm going with this.

"Well, the person that told me this was... Amy," John began to roll his eyes and get up out of his chair. "Wait! Wait! Just, hear me out,"

He froze, staring at me with narrowed eyes. He then slowly lowered himself back into his chair and gestured for me to continue.

"Yesterday, when I went out. I ended up on the bridge in Hyde Park. I thought I was alone, but then, I herd this voice. Familiar, very familiar. I turned, and there she was. Amy, she approached me like she would any day. She didn't tell me much, but she did say that something is coming. Something greater than us, something that I shouldn't set involved in. She also said not to trust anyone, like Mycroft said," I explained. John still didn't seem convinced, but was interested all the same. "Look, I might've been seeing things. Everything in my mind is telling me that it couldn't have been her, but she said the same things that Mycroft said, before Mycroft spoke with us. It couldn't have been my mind playing tricks on me then. So, you see? This is why I need to figure out what's going on. I'm not doing this for Mycroft, I'm doing it for Amy, if she is even part of this,"

John still sat in his armchair with his eyes fixed on me. His expression changed, however. From being unimpressed, he was more shocked. His eyes were slightly wider than they were before. I could still feel his judgement on me. He finally took a deep breath, like he just made a difficult decision. "Okay," he said through a large exhale. John then rose from his armchair and silently walked back to his room.

Did I fail? He still doesn't believe me. I guess I finally used up all of John's patience. Suddenly, I hear his footsteps return. He walked through the hallway looking the same, except he was now carrying an envelope. John kept approaching me until he stopped right next to me. He silently handed me the envelope and returned to his room as quickly as he came.

The envelope is slightly worn out, it was not kept in a clean place. There's no return address, and it's addressed to me. The back of the envelope has two letters written on it. The handwriting is neat, but rushed, like
the writer was pressed for time when this was written. The initials were clear as day to me; A. W.
My heart skips a beat. I saw her yesterday, and this was delivered yesterday? Did she plan to meet me yesterday? Or was that a mistake? Then, I realized that there was a date on the bottom of the envelope. I know that date. That was the day she died. How could that be? She was being held captive by the Montgomerys that day. Curiosity took over my brain, and I ripped open the envelope. The paper was also slightly dirty, and the handwriting was the same. Neat, but rushed. The letter said;
Sherlock,
If you are reading this, then things didn't work out for me as I expected. There is so much I want to tell you, but if I did, I could ruin many lives. All I can say is that you are going to want to try to fight what's coming. There's no denying that. If you do, however, I won't be fighting with you, and I'm sorry. If you saw me today, it's because I thought you would listen to me better in person when I told you not to get involved. You will have questions, and most of them can't be answered yet. Just know that you will be expecting me to be the same as I was before, at this point you know that I'm still around. The thing is, the fact that I met you was not an accident. Now, that things are the way they are, I can't be the same Amy you once known for now. In fact, I might even be against you on this.
As much as I tell you to not be involved, I know there's no stopping you. If you want the answer to all this, all I can say is to look at recent cases that you've probably ignored. You're Sherlock Holmes, you will find what is hidden there. I can fix everything, but I'm not sure you'll forgive me if I do.
I don't have much time, but I know I'll see you again, soon.

-Amy

There are too many questions for me to process. She seems scared about something, but prepared none the less. "She gave it to me at the Montgomery warehouse. She slipped it into my hand before I climbed up the helicopter ladder. She knew what was going to happen to her," John said as he re-entered the living room, this time in his usual jacket and everyday clothes. "She said to hold onto it until the right time. This seemed like the best time so..."

I looked right at him. I've never been more serious and sincere in my life. "Thank you," I responded.

He smiled. "So, what did she say?"

"She said to look at previous cases, the ones I've ignored,"

"Right," he said. He walked over to the desk and grabbed his computer from me. After a few seconds of browsing he returned to computer to the desk in front of me. "These are all the past case inquiries that we haven't responded too on your website,"

There is over two hundred of them? How am I supposed to find what Amy is looking for? Okay, okay, just think. What would Amy be talking about? Lost dog? No. Lost wedding ring? Nope. "My brother is a cat"? Definitely not. No. No. Nope. No.... Ugh, these are all- Wait! "Medical papers stolen by street thief"? That's just like Amy... "Found it," I said. As I rose from the desk chair and grabbed my trench coat.

"What is it?" John asked.

"It's a repeat. A street thief stole some medical files. Does that remind you of anyone?"

"That's how we met Amy!"

"Exactly. Now let's go. The game is on!"

We raced for the door and flagged down a taxi.