Ding dong,
the doorbell rang.
"Alright, Sherlock. Let me do the talking." I quipped as I drew my hand away from the bell. I glanced his way and he nodded, a bored expression on his face.
"Yes?" an old, African American man answered the door.
"Hello! We're looking for a Martha Jones -would there happen to be one at this residence?" I asked.
The old man's already startled face fell just a little bit more.
"I'm sorry, but there hasn't been a Martha Jones here for... a while now." he sighed. "I'm Mickey, by the way. Mickey Smith -Martha's husband." he forced a pursed smile and extended his hand.
"Hi, my name is Clara Oswald and this here is..." I thought for a moment. Should I use his name or not? He is presumed to be dead, after all...
"Mycroft Holmes. We're friends of Martha's." Sherlock finished for me, taking Mickey's hand and shaking it, nodding and forcing an obviously fake smile.
"Oh, well, I'm afraid Martha no longer live here. You see, a few months back, she developed COD, or Coronary Artery Disease -it's the deadliest disease in the world. As of now, she's staying at Whittington Hospital, in Highgate, but the doctors say that her time is almost up." he tells us, with a very urban accent. My heart sinks.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr Smith. Thank you for your time, then I suppose. Have a good day," I tell him, changing my expression to a more solemn, pitiful one.
"That's fine," he sighs and nods, closing the door before us.
I turn to Sherlock. "Well, to Highgate it is, then." I say, turning on my heel and hailing a cab that is driving by.
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This chappie is dedicated to annabethgranger1403 for being amazing and commenting. Also... how was FBaWTFT???
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