The Fangirl Roommates: God save us all

Chapter 2: A New Patient

Zoe exited her/Ollies/Oscars bedroom, and was about to go grab a box of cereal to eat out of the packet, when she walked face-first into a well-tailored shirt.

Which happened to have a man in.

"WHAT IN MERLINS BEARD-??" Zoe swore. "Sherlock Holmes, pleased to make your acquaintance." The man-in-shirt said, unperturbed. "Zoe Leary, your boss is about to call you, asking you to come into work, and he will not specify why apart from that it's an emergency. And-"

Sherlock held up his finger to cue a loud blast of "Stayin Alive" coming from Zoe's phone.

Zoe glared suspiciously at Sherlock before diving into her pocket to grab her phone.

"Hello?"
"ZOE I REALLY NEED YOU TO COME INTO WORK RIGHT NOW IT'S AN EMERGENCY, DON'T QUESTION IT!"
"But-"
"DON'T QUESTION IT OR YOUR PAY WILL BE REDUCED!" Her boss shouted before abruptly ending the call.

"Uhh.." Zoe lost her train of thought. "Oh wait! How do you know all this??!" She demanded.
"Isn't it obvious?" Sherlock seemed genuinely confused.

"Well, I got in by the fact that your window's open, even though it's raining, from which I can deduce that you're forgetful. To make sure you don't get locked out, you would keep a spare key somewhere outside. Judging by the state of your house and appearance, you're lazy, so the key wouldn't be left somewhere difficult to find. By the state of your doormat and how shoddily you've hidden the key, I knew where it was hidden of course."

"But you could have just gotten in through the window." Zoe pointed out.
"But that would be no fun, would it? Anyway, I predicted the call from your lazy storage of your paperwork, your psychology papers were all over the sofa. Moriarty had just been moved to around here, and this is the only asylum in the area..."

It just went on. And on. And on.
Eventually Zoe zoned out and began to fall asleep.

"Were you even listening?" Sherlock enquired. "Yes, Mr Breeze.." Zoe mumbled. Sherlock snapped his fingers in front of her face. "No no, don't die, Mycroft would never let me hear the end of it." Sherlock said, sounding vaguely alarmed.

Eventually, she snapped out.

"But I have to go in!" Zoe complained "I'm already earning minimum wage!"

And that was that.

***time skip brought to you by my excessive laziness***

Striding purposefully down the sanitary white corridor, Zoe's shoes clacked against the shiny floor, which was blindingly illuminated by the bright white lights overhead. Everything was so white, it was commonly mistaken for heaven. It was anything but. You could almost hear the screams of insanity echoing, concealed behind the artificially clean facade.

Despite Sherlock's protests, she was going to work. She had dealt with many dangerous patients before, this couldn't be anything new. Also, she was secretly excited about having a new patient- a dangerous patient. They were always the most fun, and usually attempted to manipulate her. They of course, failed. Zoe was already way too weird to be manipulated.

She arrived at the designated cell of the new patient, and didn't hesitate before striding confidently inside.

Her first impression: dark. For some reason they decided to put him in one of the most grimy, run-down cells in the asylum. A single flickering bulb hung from the ceiling, and most of the cell was stained and furry with mold.

A single man sat in the corner of the cell, wearing a straitjacket, and with dark greasy hair slicked back from his forehead.

"Oh, they've brought me a new toy!" The man said with a lilting Irish accent. "Isn't this going to be suuch fun! Waay more fun than that ordinary Sherlock.

My name.. Is Moriarty."

A/N: WAHAHA sorry guise I know I promised this would all be in one part, but a) I'm a lazy lil shit and I don't have the patience, and b) I can string you along more with the suspense this way! Basically, in the words of a wise man, and my role model:

"I is douche~"