Child's Play

Chapter #3: The Freak and His Girlfriend

Our black cab pulled to a stop and Sherlock opened the door. I lifted my head off of his shoulder and he got out of the vehicle. I came out after him with John right behind me. Sherlock instantly started to walk forward once the cab had been paid and it drove away.

“Did I get anything wrong?” he asked John who was walking right beside him. I was on John’s other side.

“Harry and me don’t get on. Never have,” John told us. “Clara and Harry split up three months ago, they’re getting a divorce...Harry is a drinker.”

“Spot on, then,” Sherlock said. “I didn’t expect to be right about everything.”

“Harry’s short for Harriet.”

I snorted and quickly placed my hands over my mouth to hide my smile. Sherlock paused in his walking, stunned at that bit of news. He stared at John. When John continued to go on ahead, oblivious to Sherlock’s look, I tapped the man on the shoulder. He glanced at me and I pointed over at the detective. John looked back as well confused. 

“Harry’s your sister,” Sherlock stated.

“What exactly am I supposed to be doing here?” John asked, ignoring him.

“His sister!” Sherlock hissed through clenched teeth.

“No, seriously, what am I doing here?” John asked when Sherlock finally started to move forward again. 

“There’s always something,” Sherlock said to himself.

I hooked my arm through John’s. I gave the doctor a grin. “You’re here to help, John!”

“I thought you were the partner, though?”

I slowly nodded as we trailed behind Sherlock. “Yes. Yes, I am. But you’re the doctor, are you not? You are quite useful. You know what I’m useful for? Nature. That’s it. Ask me any question about any plant or tree or something like that and I’ve got the answer like that,” I snapped my fingers. “It’s all in my head, it is. Makes me not much good for a lot of cases, though. You, John, on the other hand! Oh, you. You’re a doctor. You’ve seen it all. So a dead body and a doctor! Match made in Heaven, if I do say so myself.”

“Thank...you?” John said, more in the form of a question than a statement. I laughed. I loved it when I made people confuzzled and all. Sherlock was the only one who ever really understood me when I just kept going on and on. John did look especially adorable, though, when compared to most that were confused. He just blinked a little bit and his face scrunched up. 

“Hello, Freak.”

I rolled my eyes at the voice and the woman it came from as we neared the crime scene. Donovan gave us a frown as she stood behind the police tape that separated the scene from the rest of the world. 

“He’s not a freak,” I snarled at her. “Besides, look who’s talking.”

“We’re here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade,” Sherlock told her, pretending that I hadn’t spoken. He stepped in front of me so Donovan was blocked from my view and me from hers. I frowned. I hated when he did that, especially on purpose.

“Why?” she asked back.

“Why not?” I sneered back at her, my chin coming to rest up on Sherlock’s shoulder. Donovan glared at me. I stuck out my tongue in response.

“Blu and I were invited,” Sherlock told her as he gave me a pointed look. I quickly snapped my mouth shut.

“Why?”

I got ready to open my mouth once more for another cheeky response, but Sherlock gave me the same look again from before and placed a hand in front of my face so I couldn’t see.. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest as I removed my head from his shoulder and pressed my forehead instead against his backside. Donovan was already so rude. I don’t understand why I can’t just level the playing fields and be so back. Sherlock’s does it sometimes! But then again...I’d get in a fight if I had to where Sherlock would rather insult people using his brain and the words that come from his mouth.