Wholock

The Fob Watch

I looked at Sherlock trying to figure out why any of this was important. Why does Molly care about this? And same with John Smith? What about Amy and Rory? What the hell did a broken fob watch have to do with any of this?

Molly and Mr. Smith shared a look when Sherlock said this. A knowing look that made me feel even more left out than usual with Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" Molly started. "Wh- Where is it?"

"Didn't he give it to you?" John Smith whispered harshly looking down at her. Molly glared at him and gave her head a slight shake. "Oh! Oh. Okay."

Sherlock stared at them looking very puzzled and even - jealous? No. He doesn't like Molly. That's not how Sherlock works.

"Why do you need to know, Molly?" Sherlock asked.

"Just - just answer the question, Sherlock," Molly said.

"I dunno Molly! Probably on the fireplace." Sherlock said shifting in his seat. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" John Smith said, already on his feet at the fireplace.

"Unless Mrs. Hudson did something with it John," Sherlock said sounding quite bored with the whole affair. Molly looked at Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith looked at her. Worriedly.

"What the hell are you two talking about??" I demanded. "Why do you care about this fob watch anyways?"

"John. It's important. Trust me." The client said fixing his bow tie than running a hand through his hair.

"Trust you? You're a client, Mr. Smith!" I shouted. "You came to us for help. You can't just start asking us questions!"

Sherlock stood by well I shouted abuse. (Sort of like the supermarket but we won't get into that story right now).

"John. Seriously calm down," The other John told me. Molly looked worried too.

"Hold on! You come in here with an obvious fake name and seem to already know Molly and then start asking us questions. Are your friends even really missing? Who are you?"

"He didn't already know me," Molly chimed in. "How could he have?"

"Is everything alright up there?" Mrs. Hudson called up. I'm surprised it took so long for her to get worried. We - I'd been shouting a lot.

"Yes Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock called. "Everything is fine!"

"Okay dear. Just try to keep down the noise."

"Wait!" Sherlock called. "Can you come up here for a second, Mrs. Hudson?"

"Sure. Just give me a second, Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson responds.

We sort of stood around quietly while waiting for Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock had fell down onto the couch and I eyed Molly and John (who were still too familiar for my likings).

Mrs. Hudson came through the door to see this uncomfortable sight. She, herself, looked immediately uncomfortable as well.

"What's up?" She said walking further into the flat.

"Mrs. Hudson, have you seen a broken fob watch lying around?" Sherlock asked her while staring at our client.

"No... Not from what I recall," Mrs. Hudson said, looking deep in thought. "Why? Does it matter?"

"Apparently so," Sherlock said quickly getting off the couch and walking to the desk. He moved things around as if to look for something.

Sherlock quickly spun around and flashed our guests one of his fake smiles. "I'll give you a call if I find it," he told them. "Have a nice day Mr. Smith. Molly. "

At this point, he started herding them towards the door and they tried to protest but by the time either of them started to stop walking, Sherlock had shut the door in their faces.

"What was that all about?" I asked him.

"I was bored of them," he explained.

"No. I mean what's with the watch? Why do they care?"

"I don't know. I should probably find the damn thing though. Don't you think?"

"Probably," I tell him. "It'll make them happy if you do."

Sherlock ignored me and walked back to the desk and continued moving papers around.

"Want any help?" I offered. No response. I took that as a yes and started looking around the flat for the bloody watch.

Sherlock looked up suddenly as if he heard something.

"Do you hear that?" He asked me.

"Hear what?"

"Uh. Nothing. Never mind," he said and walked over to the bookshelf.

Sherlock then took something off of one of the shelves. Something that was behind some books.

He walked over to his chair and started turning it over in his hand.

"What do you have there?" I asked. "Did you find it?"

"Hm? Oh. Yes. Yeah I suppose I did."