Beyond Sentiment

Chapter 9: The Case of The Sock Drawer

Sherlock had left the flat leaving us all behind in confusion. I had turned to John but he didn't seem to know what caused Sherlock's sudden change in behavior.

Suddenly my phone rang I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello Miss Foster," Mycroft's familiar voice said.

I quickly went into the kitchen and leaned up against the cupboards.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I know you clean Sherlock's flat, which I also know means you've found certain... Questionable things."

"You mean the drugs?" I asked, having come across a few and "accidentally misplacing" them.

"I need you to look for them. Trust me, it's in Sherlock's best interest tonight. For his safety, and we know-"

"Alright," I interrupted. One thing the Holmes boys had in common was they liked to hear themselves talk. If I needed to find something, I'd need to find it now, before Sherlock came back.

I quickly walked out tossed John my phone and told everyone to start looking.

After half an hour I went back to the living room.

"Have you found anything?" Mycroft asked when I took the phone back.

"No. Did he take the cigarette?"

"Yes."

I cussed. "He's coming, ten minutes. There's nothing in the bedroom."

"It looks like he's clean, we've tried all the usual places," John said.

"Are you sure tonight's a danger night?" I asked Mycroft.

"No, but then I never am."

"You have to stay with him."

"I'm sure it's fine with just John."

"No."

"Mycroft?" I asked but he had already hung up. I sighed and tossed my phone on the couch, plopping myself down.

Suddenly John and Jeanette were walking towards the door, arguing.

"Jeanette, please."

"No, I mean it. It's heart-warming. You'll do anything for him. And he can't even tell your girlfriends apart!"

"I'll do anything for you, just tell me what it is I'm not doing."

"Don't make me compete with Sherlock Holmes!"

"I'll walk your dog. There, I've said it, I'll even walk your dog."

"I don't have a dog!"

"No?....because....that was the last one. OK. I'll call you."

"No!"

"OK."

And with that Jeanette left. I sat there awkward.

"That really wasn't very good, was it?" Aunt Hudson asked.

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I waited on the couch, reading a book I'd gotten off the bookshelf, and John was in his chair.

Suddenly the door opened and Sherlock was standing there.

"Hi. You OK?" John asked.

" I hope you didn't mess up my sock index this time!" He exclaimed running to his bedroom. I smirked for in fact I had been the one who searched his bedroom and left it just the way he liked it.