The Definition of Danger // j.m.✔

9 - Court

Chapter 9: Court

SHERON

        A few weeks went by, we took down so many people, but they were all boring and ordinary. Ah, I remember being ordinary, it was so boring. Anyways, me and Jim have a new plan. We are going to break into the Tower of London, Bank of London, and Pentonville Prison, but we won’t steal anything. Shocked? This is just to show what me and Jim can do. We (mostly him) can open any door any where with just few tiny lines of computer code.

    We got ready for the break in. I put on a black hoodie, a black skirt, and  black leggings with high top black shoes. I wanna look casual. I also had to put on clear glasses, because I’m, apparently, still missing. I would’ve thought Sherlock told everybody about us by now. I put on a black wig with dark baby blue colored tips. The bangs covered one of my eyes. It was irritating, but I ignored it. The wig had bulb like braids that were tied with light baby blue ties. I looked in the mirror. I looked like a highschool student, a very nerd like gothic one. I put on some dark eyeshadow and eyeliner along with red lipstick. I walk into the kitchen, where Jim was waiting. His outfit made me wanna chuckle, but of course, I didn’t. Because it would be a little immature for me to. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. His hair was slicked back but a bit messy. His back was turned to me as he was looking at his phone while leaning at the counter. I stand at the doorway. “Hey Boss, what do you think?” I kindly say with a smile. Jim lifted his head as he turned to look at me. He scanned my outfit, up and down. He smiled. “Beautiful” My cheeks bloomed with bright red as I looked down at the ground trying to hide it. He slowly walked toward me, smiling. “I almost didn’t recognize you, kitten.” He rested the palm of his hand on my cheek. We stared into each others dark brown eyes before our lips met. He then released from me. “You’re leaving early” He said “Remember?”.

    “Right!” I said grabbing my London snapback and putting it on. “The car is waiting outside for you, Sheron, I suggest that you don’t keep them waiting any longer.” He said sitting down. I nod and walking out the door. I notice the black and let myself in it. “Where to ma’am?” He asked. I smirk. “You know where.” We drive off.

JOHN

    “BOFFIN?!” Sherlock slams the newspaper, in front of me, on the table. “Boffin Sherlock Holmes.” The papers gave him a silly nickname. “Everybody gets one” Sherlock picks up the deerstalker that the press likes to take picture of when he’s wearing. “Get’s what?”. I open up the newspaper. “Tabloid nickname.” I flip through the pages. “SuBo, Nasty Nick, shouldn’t worry, I’ll probably get one.”

“Page 5, column 6, first sentence.” He said as I turned to the page. “Why it always the hat photograph?!” He punched the hat. “Bachelor John Watson” I read. “Bachelor! What the hell are they implying?”. He kept interrupting me. “Made in the works of Bachelor John Watson. CONFIRMED Bachelor John Watson!” I close the newspaper. “Okay, we need to more careful.” Sherlock continued to look at the hat. “Look, it’s got flaps. It’s an ear hat John.” He threw the hat me like frisbee. “What do you mean more careful?” He asked. “I mean, this isn’t a deerstalker anymore, it’s a Sherlock Holmes hat. I’m saying that you’re not exactly a private detective anymore. You’re this far from famous.” I raise my hand and show my index and thumb close but not touching. “It’ll pass” He said sitting down. “It better pass. The press will turn, Sherlock. They always do, and they’ll turn on you.” He looked over at me in confusion. “It really bothers you?”  I nod, “I don’t understand, why would it upset you.” He said. I got irritated and went silent for a few seconds. “Just get yourself a little case this week, and try to stay out of the pappers.”

SHERON

   

I sat on a bench, near The Tower of London. I waited for Jim to finally arrive. I looked down at my phone, just in case someone did notice me. I, then, heard footsteps walk next to me. I look up. I see Jim as he’s chewing on some gum. He smiles, making me smile with him. He holds out his hand for me. I grab it and lift myself up. Still holding hands, we walk in front of the Tower. Jim pulls up his phone, in front of his face. I looked around, not paying attention as Jim takes pictures of security guards and the sign of where the crown jewels are. I look over at him as he looks at the pictures, he took. He looks up as he pulls me in front of him. We walk in.  Jim is behind me. We walk through the metal detectors.  I walk through. Greenlight. Jim walks through. Redlight. “Excuse me, sir, got any metals object, mobile phones.” The guard said. Jim fakely smiled and placed his mobile phone in the plastic, clear crate next to the detector. He walk through again. Greenlight. “Okay you can go.” The guard said as Jim took the phone from the crate. We walked inside and saw the crown jewels inside a very large and hard glass container. . The glass hard to of been bullet proof, so nothing can break it. Except……. A diamond.