My eyes focused in on the man who seemed to realized he was being watched by me
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I jumped, my legs stitching to their full extent and landed on his back, he tried to scream but I quickly covered his mouth.
“Aye, shut your mouth” I hissed and knocked him out with my elbow
“I believe this is mine,” I said pulling out his wallet and stuffing the money in my pocket
“This is the police” I heard a man say, I turned to see the Scotland yard running after me. I smiled and saluted them before jumping and grabbing a pipe, swinging myself up like a monkey. I was on top of the roofs, it would be awhile till the got up here and I was already tired, I sat down in the middle of the building and pulled out some crisps, I looked over at the sunset,
“You chew pretty loud for a theif” I jumped up and twirled around, a tall man with curly black hair and cheekbones sharper than the knife I stupidly left at my apartment stood at the edge of my escape route
“I didn't think anyone would be up here, at least not yet” I looked at him and backed up a few steps, he must have noticed this because he took three more steps toward me, we were about four feet apart and I was trapped. His eyes flicked around my face and looked frustrated
“Why can't I deduce you,” he said quietly, I gave him a look of confusion. I slowly took a crisp out and stuffed it in my mouth, he looked confused
“Hard day's work deserves a nice snack I whispered crunching on the salty crisp he sighed
“The names Holmes, Sherlock Holmes” he took another step without me noticing.
“Ah yes,” I replied, he looked like he expected me to finish “oh I'm not finishing the sentence,” I said, he gave me a weird look
“Fascinating” he whispered. I had just realized we were less than a foot apart
“Let's make a deal,” I said. he raised his eyebrow, I cleared my throat “if you let me escape” my brain began scrabbling for something he would want. Before I could finish he sighed and pulled out paper and wrote on it, he handed it to me
“Come to this address,” he turned and walked away, I held the paper tight in my hand and looked up, he was gone. I sighed and ran, jumping rooftop to rooftop till I got to the more broken down area of London. The ruins and the building that was falling apart, the screams of babies and the cry of abandoned dogs, I jumped down onto the sidewalk, I could hear yelling and things breaking. I climbed up a building, it was an old flat, or maybe it was a small office? I wasn't sure but, it was good enough for me. There was a large chunk of building that was torn away, I climbed through there and sat on the edge, watching the sun set, I sighed and rubbed my eyes, if I wanted to I could probably afford an flat, a real one, but I was tired all the time and never had the time to do anything, I crawled over to my makeshift bed, and closed my eyes, sighing as a couple in the next building began fighting again, eventually it was silent and I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and stretched, yawning as I sat up, I didn't want to get out of bed, I never had any motivation to accept the thought that I could very well die if I don't get up, but then again that sounds like more of a pro than a con. I pushed my sore body up, after three years of doing this I still had aching muscles. I got up, ready to go out and do what I do best when a slip of paper fell out of my pocket,
Sherlock
It wasn't like I had anything better to do, I glanced at the address, 221b baker street.
I had nothing else to do so I started my adventure, I took about twenty dollars out of my pocket and walked to the better side of towns, I hailed a cab down and jumped in,
“Where to miss?” he asked I told him the address and we went off, going over the speed limit, but I wasn't going to say anything. We arrived and I stuffed my hands into my jacket, I squinted and glanced around before ringing the doorbell after a few seconds I heard Sherlock
“Come in” he hollered. I opened the door and slowly walked up the steps, it had hit me this could all be a trap. I stopped, right in the doorway contemplating if I should turn and run or to walk in, hoping he doesn't have the whole Scottland yard waiting for me. I sighed and turned, I wasn't going to run, I was too lazy to. My foot was on the next step when I felt someone's hand on my arm, they pulled me towards him, I was now facing to face with Sherlock Holmes...or well. Face to chest. He was too tall for a face to face, I slowly looked up to see him, he looked amused
“Going so soon?” he asked as he let go of me and turned around, walking back to his violin
“well .. uhm. I.” I wasn't sure what to say and stuttered on my words, he glanced back, raising an eyebrow I cleared my throat and took a deep breath “why am I here?” I could see him smile in his reflection from the window.
“I want you to help me with a case”
“You need...my help” this was shocking, he had the ability to finish cases in a matter of seconds.
“Don't make a big fuss about it, I prefer to work with something or someone else to talk to so I can clear my mind. John, my co worker, isn't here and is out for some unnecessary reason” I let out a small laugh “what's funny?” I shook my head
“Alright, fine, I'll help you."
he chuckled
“You didn't really have a choice” he put his violin onto its stand and grabbed a file from the messy desk and handed it to me, I looked up and then back down at the case file, quickly scanning through it.
“This seems like a fun little-” I looked up and Sherlock was less than inches from my face, he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me closer, his eyes flicking around my face, my heart rapidly pounded on my rib cage, my body started to shake, he must have noticed this because his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, I shut my eyes, telling myself he was just trying to figure me out, nothing else… nothing.. my mind wasn't paying attention and I could feel my knees tingle
“When watching horror movies or something you fear, your knees tingle because of the fight or flight reaction, blood flows into your legs so you can run faster, creating a pressurized feeling my heart rate slowed as I focused on facts, Sherlock looked completely bewildered he was still in the same place except for his hands were by his side.
“What was” he paused looking confused
“When I panic I recite facts, it's kind of like a calming mechanism” he nodded like he understood but I could tell he didn't.
“Anyways, we must be going before Anderson get there,” he said the name in disgust and I chuckled.
So I've recently been re-watching Sherlock, I used to watch it a lot when it first came out but after season two I thought it had ended, I'm on episode three now and I'm super happy I started watching it again, I've been writing this story on my school Mac book and decided hey why not publish this to wattpad , so here we are.
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Fanfiction"Opposites attract." "You would say something like that." "Was it that predictable?" "Not predictable, just not surprising." "What can I say? I'm a not-predictable-but-not-surprising kind of girl." Currently in the process of editing. I have a prof...
