Mycrofts beloved

Study in pink pt2

Daddy rings someone on the phone presumably John somehow it takes a while until Daddy gets an answer

"There is a security camera on your left so you see it?...Do you see the camera doctor Watson...Watch...There is another camera on the building opposite you do you see it...And finally on the top of the building on your right...Get into the car doctor Watson I would make some sort of threat but I'm sure your situation it quite clear to you"

Daddy disconnects "did he get in the car?" I ask Daddy nods. We shortly arrive at the warehouse and wait for John to arrive. There is a chair so I sit in it "Annabelle, get off the chair" Daddy sighs. I obey his orders not wanting a warning.

Finally John arrives "Have a seat John" Daddy point to the chair with his umbrella. "You know I've got a phone. I mean very clever and all that, but uh... you could just phone me. On my phone" John lumps over. "When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes one learns to be discreet hence this place, the leg must be hurting you sit down" Daddy points to the chair "I don't want to sit down" John replies quickly "You don't seem very afraid" Daddy states "you don't seem very frightening" John says Daddy and I laugh. "Yes, the bravery of the soldier" Daddy chuckles "Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity, don't you think? What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes?" Daddy says more seriously "I don't have one, I barely know him I met him... yesterday" John tells Daddy "And since yesterday you've moved in with him, and now your solving crimes together. Might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week" I laugh.

"Who are you, both of you?" He asks "An interested party" Daddy says "Interested in Sherlock why? I'm guessing your not friends " John asks "You've met him how many friends do you imagine he has?" I ask rhetorically John exhales heavily. "We are the closest thing to a friend Sherlock Holmes is capable of having. "And what's that?" John asks. "An enemy" Daddy says "An enemy?" John seems confused "In his mind certainly" I laugh "if you were to ask him he would probably says his arch-enemy" Daddy continues "He does love to be dramatic" I roll my eyes.

"Well thank God your above all that" John says then John gets a text and looks at it. "I hope we're not distracting you" Daddy says sarcastically "Not distracting me at all" John puts his phone back in this pocket. "Do you plan to continue your association with Sherlock Holmes?" Daddy asks. "I could be wrong but I think that's none of your business" John remarks I give him a look of disbelief that says 'shouldn't have done that'. "It could be" Daddy exclaims getting frustrated "It really couldn't" John utters.

"if you do move into ummm" Daddy gets out is note book to check Sherlock's new address "two hundred and twenty-one B Baker Street" I finish. "Thank you dear" Daddy thanks me. "I am happy to pay you a meaningful sum of money on a regular basis to ease your way" Daddy tells John and puts his  note book away . "Why?" John asks "Because your not a wealthy man" Daddy states "in exchange for what?" John questions "Information, nothing indiscreet, nothing you would feel uncomfortable with, just tell me what he's up to" Daddy answers. "Why?" John asks "so many questions" I say under my breath, luckily Daddy or John don't here. "I worry about him, constantly" Daddy tells John "that's nice of you" John says "But I would prefer for various reasons my concern goes unmentioned, we have what you call a difficult relationship" Daddy explains to John. Johns phone goes off again "no" John says after checking his phone "but I haven't mentioned a figure" Daddy argues "don't bother" John seems to like Sherlock a lot.

"Your very loyal very quickly" I chuckle "no I'm  not I'm just not interested" John exclaims "Trust issues says here" Daddy pulls out Johns therapist's notes "what's that" John asks knowing the answer I suspect "could it be you've decided to trust Sherlock Holmes of all people?" Daddy asks rhetorically "who says I trust him?" John queries. "You don't seem the kind to make friends easily" I state "are we done?" John sounds anxious. "You tell me" Daddy says after a pause John stars to walk away.

"I imagine people have already warned you to stay away from him, but I can see from your left hand that's not going to happen" Daddy calls out to John. "My What?" John asks "Show me" Daddy sounds smug. John puts his left hand up and Daddy walks over.

I take this as an opportunity I sit on the chair. "don't!" John exclaims daddy gives him 'the look' and John allows him to examine his hand. "Remarkable" Daddy exclaims "What is?" John questions. "Most people blunder round this city, and all they see are: streets, shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes you see the battlefield, you've already seen it haven't you" Daddy declares "what's wrong with my hand?" John demands an answer.

"You have an intermittent tremor in you left hand your therapist thinks it's post-traumatic stress disorder. She thinks your haunted by memories of your military service" I say smiling "who the hell are you!" John snaps Daddy looks over at me and then gives John the 'speak like that to my daughter and I will kill you' look. "How do you know that" he asks more calmly this time. "Fire her" I exclaim "she's got it the wrong way round, your under stress right now and your hand is perfectly steady your not haunted by the war Dr. Watson you miss it" Daddy finished what I was going to say. "Welcome back" I whisper walking over. Daddy then walks away swinging his umbrella in circles. I follow behind him trying to catch up. "Time to pick a side Dr. Watson" Daddy says.

Whilst walking I look at the surroundings stopping for a few seconds. "Annabelle, dear Do come along" Daddy calls and I run, tripping over a piece if metal. "Ow!" I grumble. Daddy laughs at me for a second then picks me up off the floor and carries me to the car.

We get into the car. I put my hand up to my chin and when I take it away blood is on my hand. "Annabelle, I'll sort it when we get home but put this on it for now" Dady hands me a tissue. I press it to my wound. I look at the view from the window as we drive home.