Sherlock- Spy at 221b

Chapter 4

I again woke up to Sherlocks voice commenting on me.

"What's wrong with her"

"Not much it's just her knee, it's all messed up, she said some big bloke stepped on it."

"Well can't you take her to the hospital"

"She doesn't have any money to pay for it"

I could hear footsteps and saw a shadow pass in front of my face.

"She's been on the streets at least 2 years" he said to John "probably ran away from home, something along that line. Look at the puffiness under her eyes, from crying but not out of pain, out of sadness. But Look at her hands John, she's a pick-pocket. A criminal. Do you still want to help her?"

"Of course, she's in pain Sherlock and I want to help her." John sounded like a very nice guy. Sherlock on the other hand sounded like a git. I kept fake sleeping listening to there talk. They switched subjects now talking about the case they were currently working on.

I decide to 'wake up' now I shifted slightly and let out a big fake yawn. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. Holy, I thought, I've been asleep for 5 hours. I turned to look at John,

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Round five hours" said John

Sherlock interrupted "why would you ask what you already know"

I looked at Him with a face of pretend confusion

"I saw you look at the clock and do a little glance up, obviously thinking hard either about what time it was when you fell asleep or doing the little bit of math in your head."

I took a second to think, making a reminder in my head not to look up when I'm thinking again.

"Yes I did do that" I admitted

"Why" asked Sherlock. He looked actually interested.

"Because I've got an photographic memory and I don't forget stuff. I lied because I don't like it when people treat me different because of my mind." I decided to tell him the truth right now because he'll be looking for any signs of lying.

"Are you able to figure stuff out, like out two and two together, like most people can't." Asked Sherlock

I thought for a second, "I don't know mabye, sort of, a little."

Sherlock was staring at me, lost in thought. Then he snapped out of it. "Photographic memory you say, tell me about myself."

"What" I say a little taken aback

"You know, like read me, tell me what I've been up to that stuff."

"Why?" I ask curiously, not acting

"Why not." He said "what else is there to do?"

"Alright" I say "I'll try I guess"

I take a good look at him, scanning is face, body, shoes and hair. I've hit my weakness, showing off, I'm definitely going to get carried away.

"Well, I can tell you've been doing a lot of laying down lately." I sit up looking at the couch. "You've been lying here,I think," I stood up and walked around him looking up at the back of his head. "There's a thread here" I reached up and pulled away a green piece of string hanging in his hair. "Green, I'm thinking the same green as that pillow there." I pointed to the pillow sitting on the couch. "And" I add feeling his left arm. "Your wearing two nicotine patches." I take a look over to the couch and bend down "there's one here" I pause for a second "I think you were wearing three before and it fell of well you were lying here, although it could just be an old one. I don't think so because at the top of the rubbish bin is three wrappers." I pause for a second and John whispers

"Amazing, god she's a mini sherlock"

"That's enough" says Sherlock as I was about to open my mouth again. "That was quite good, but you've just helped me prove my theory" he leaned in close and whispered.

"Why are you lying about your knee?"