Sherlock Holmes (RDJ Sherlock x Female!Reader)

Chapter 5: A Brawl and Jailed

"You know, I've seen things in war I don't understand." Watson said as you and the boys stroll down in the middle of a crowded London street. "How so?" You asked him. "In India, I once met a man who predicted his own death right down to the number and placement of the bullets that killed him." He said. You listen with interest while Holmes rolls his eyes.

"You have to admit, Holmes that a supernatural explanation to this case is theoretically possible." You said.

"It is a huge mistake to theorize before one has data. Inevitably, one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. That said I believe our midget is the key to this." Holmes said as he takes the pocket watch out of his pocket and begins to examine it.

"Right. Scratches around the keyhole where the watch is wound. What does that tell you?" Holmes asked you two as he hands the watch to you and you examine it as well.

"The man was likely drunk." Watson replied.

"Everytime he wound the watch, his hand slipped, hence the scratches." You said as you and the watch back to Holmes.

"Yes. Very good, you two. You and Watson have developed considerable deductive powers of your own." Holmes praised. You smile and Watson chuckled under his breath as Holmes looks at the watch again.

"Let's see now. There are several sets of initials." He said.

"Pawn brokers marks." Watson replied.

"Excellent!" Holmes exclaims while Watson smiles to himself as the three of you turn a corner and come upon a street where every shop was a Pawn shop. "The most recent is M.H." Holmes said as you look through all the signs of the shops until one caught your eye. "Maddison and Haig." You said, pointing towards the sign. The men look over at the sign and smile. "They should be able to give us an address." You said and the three of you head towards the shop.

"There's one thing you failed to deduce from the watch, Holmes." Watson replied.

"Really? I think not." Holmes said.

"The time. I have to get back, Holmes. Taking tea with the in-laws...." Watson said as the three of you walk past a palm reader, who gets up from her chair and asked. "Can I predict your future, sir?" Watson looks around at the woman and said. "Absolutely not."

"You need to hear what I have to tell you." She said as she begins to follow you three.

"We have no need of your lucky hella Gypsy women." Watson said.

"Even if it's to do with Mary." She said. Watson stopped in his tracks as you do as well, shocked that this woman knew Mary.

Watson turns around to her and she takes his right hand in hers and she looks down at his palm. "I see two men and one woman. Family. Not in blood, but in bond." She said as you and Watson look at her suspiciously.

"What of Mary?" Watson asked her.

"M for Mary, for marriage. Oh, you will be married." She said.

"Go on." Watson said, intrigued.

"I see patterned table cloths and China figurines....and lace doilies." She continues. Watson closes his eyes in exasperation and said. "Lace doilies.....Holmes." You roll your eyes and look over at Holmes and asked. "Does your depravity know no bounds?"  

"No." He replied, quickly.

"Oh she turns fat and has a beard...." The palm reader continued.

"And what of the warts?" Holmes asked.