And then there was three; a Sherlock Fanfiction

Fourteen

The front door to 221B Baker Street slammed closed loudly.

"SHERLOCK" John hissed, following Sherlock up the stairs to their flat. Lilly scrambled up behind him, cursing under her breath.

"What, John?" Sherlock asked annoyedly, spinning on his heel to face him.

John stumbled to a halt, irritation painted on his face, "are you going to explain how we're supposed to break into the Ashworth's house tomorrow? I swear Sherlock if you don't start explaining now- I'll call Mycroft."

Sherlock's eyes grew cold, drawing into a glare, "don't you dare. Mycroft has nothing to do with this,"

"Then please explain how we're getting inside?" Lilly said, trying to avoid a fight between the two men.

Sherlock sighed, "When I went to the bathroom, I opened a window. We can get in through there. We leave at 10 tomorrow morning,"

"How do you know it's still open? And we'll be breaking in in pure daylight? This is ridiculous," John huffed.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "no one uses that bathroom John, they wouldn't have even noticed the window was open. There was dust on the doorknob, it hadn't been cleaned in days. And there won't be anyone to see us; the housekeepers are on vacation, Simon and Madeline leave tomorrow morning at five, and the neighbors aren't close enough to tell what's going on," he said matter-of-factly. Then he spun back around, haughtily walking up the remaining stairs and entering his flat.

John sighed exasperatedly and continued upstairs with Lilly. When they walked into the room, they found that Sherlock had shut himself in his room. Assuming Sherlock was there to stay for the night, John asked Lilly if she wanted anything to eat or drink.

"I'm fine," she replied, checking the time on her watch, "I should actually get going, it's getting rather late,"

"Oh your right! Mary will be wondering where I am. I should be leaving as well," John scrambled about, grabbing his things, "Mary's going to murder me," he muttered under his breath.

"We're leaving Sherlock," Lilly called out, standing near the door in the kitchen, "okay well, see you tomorrow then,"

At the sound of fading footsteps on the stairs, Sherlock opened his bedroom door and reentered the living room in his robe. He stood by the window, peering out at Baker Street silently. Hearing the door shut downstairs, Sherlock watched as Lilly and John exited together, pausing by the door to share a few words. After a quick hug and a wave goodbye, the two parted ways: John hailing a cab, Lilly starting her walk home.

Sherlock's cold eyes grew soft for just a moment, temporarily revealing the emotions he'd almost succeeded in shutting off. He watched John's cab drive away and Lilly trudge down the sidewalk. When they were both out of sight, he turned around and sat in his chair, alone in the dark apartment of 221b.

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"Sherlock?" Lilly called out, entering his flat hesitantly. She came a little later than usual, arriving at 8 am.

Sherlock met her at the door, "you're late," he raised an eyebrow, "did something happen?"

She raised an eyebrow at him as well, "no, I just wanted to sleep a little longer than usual today. Why? You weren't worried were you?"

Sherlock scoffed, turning around to flop into his chair, "I barely even noticed you were gone,"

"Yeah okay, when's John getting here?" She said as she went into the kitchen.