She looked much older than before, her eyes sagged and her skin wrinkled, but she still had those thin lines for lips and a hard scowl.
“Oh great,” I said, rolling my eyes and sitting back,
“That's no way to treat me young lady” she pointed her long bony finger at me “Just get out” she opened the door and stepped out, Sherlock looked over at me then got out, I followed close behind, I stood up and wiped the dirt the somehow go onto my pants. I looked up and the barrel of a gun was pointed at my face, Sherlock was on his knees clutching his stomach. I turned back and I was hit hard in the head with the back of the pistol, I fell back, it hit the bone under my eyebrow and hurt,
“Aye that hurt! Why are we even here??” I sat up again, recovering from the blow,
“A...friend..of ours wanted to talk to you” I cruel smile grew on her face
“Come on! Just let us go we have a lot of work to do,” I glanced over at Sherlock who was back on his knees, his hands in praying position as he stared off into space, great timing for him to stop paying attention. She sighed and kneeled in front of me then looked at Sherlock
“So, who's he” she crossed her arms over her knee and looked at me with an eyebrow raised
“A co worker”
“Thievery?”’
“He's a...consultant... kind of like, a consulting detective..?”
“You, a thief, a scoundrel, a con artist, working with the police?” she chuckled as I rolled my eyes
“Just get on with it, I really don't have the time or patience.” she took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to the far right as an old man came hobbling out of a door that I didn't notice till now. He was wearing tan khakis and a white t shirt, his hair was a snow white and his skin was wrinkled to an extent, he smiled generously at me and provided the same smile for the distant Sherlock, I repositioned myself to be crisscrossed except my right leg was much farther than a normal person's leg would be comfortable with going, I put my hands together, kitting my pinkie,ring and middle together and put the pointer up to my lips, I smiled and began deducing him
He’s in his late 60’s early 70’s, he’s rich, filthy rich. He looks uncomfortable in the same vicinity as guns, this isn't usual for him, he must be sheltered and kept away from the violence, whatever this is it's important enough to get him out here, he seems to be slightly disoriented, his eyes glancing from side to side, there's a hole in his khakis, recently created, the fibers frayed , he must have been caught on something and ripped it,
Before I got any further Sherlock spoke up
“Do I have any part in this? If not I must be going” I looked over at him, mouth agape, was he really going to just, leave me behind? He glanced at me, answering my question, no….he had a plan and even though I've known him less than a few days I trusted him “Uhhhhhh, you mean us right?” I said, turning my body towards him, playing along
“No, I mean me you can find your own way out of this” the man grinned,
“A bit, traitorous, aren't we?” he closed his eyes and back handed Sherlock hard, he fell sideways as I quickly covered my mouth, Sherlock sat back up, slightly shocked from the sudden blow, he looked over at me revealing a sharp red handprint on his face. I looked up at the man who was smiling cruelly “I'm not an idiot, I know who you are.”
“What do you want” I replied, straightening my back
“I want..hmm” he paused and turned, pacing. “I want you dead” he grinned and placed the gun to my head. I closed my eyes
“Look, I have money, if I stole from you I can get it back-”
“I don't want your money”
“Then shoot me! God, none of these people want to be here all day, if you going to kill me kill me.”
“You aren't afraid?” I looked down and then up at him, my lips pursed
“No. I'm not afraid of death.” I closed my eyes and straighten my body, lifting my head, preparing for the shot.
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A loud band went off, all of my muscles clenched, a sharp pain came from the side of my head and my body went limp.
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Bonjour so I've been really busy and haven't been able to write and I wanted to make it as good as I could but obviously mission failed Lmao but yeah here you go just a small filler
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Fanfic"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...
