Sherlock, My Colleague

Chapter Three

Here I was, outside again, after having perfectly landed on the floor. Like a frog, or a spider. Call me spidergirl. Lestrade gave me this look of the desperate inspector that failed to catch a runaway teenager. I like him, he is funny when he swears. But I was not going to let him take me back to that place, under no circumstances was I going to. I knew my dad had said that he was not going to make me go back there, but he is. I do not know what to do, now that Lestrade has found me with Sherlock. I know that he is not going to let me down, now that I have engaged myself to work with him though. I cannot go back home tomorrow as I had planned to, so I cannot keep my promise. However, my father promised me before I did, so he broke his promise before I did. Technically I still have not broken mine, because it is just a quarter to six p.m. I decided to call my father to try to sort things out.

"Dad, that is not cool. -What?" He said. "I just saw Lestrade, he wanted to put me back there." I said. "I swear that is not me, I just haven't had the time to call him. -Hmm. Maybe I will come home tomorrow, but, would you please ask him to stop chasing me? -I will."

I decided to go to Skye's house to take a breath. He served me tea, like everytime. He is used to drinking Earl Grey without milk or sugar, like the queen. I drink vanilla-flavoured tea with milk and sugar. Maybe my intellect is high, but my tastes are those of a child.

Skye has his heart on his hand when he has known war, talibans, and human-cruelty. He has always been there for me. I usually do not like to rely on people too much, however with him, it is not the same. I feel like even when I do not talk to him, he understands me. We sat there for about ten minutes, without saying a word before he decided to make a breakthrough.

"Are you feeling better?" Taking a sip "Because you look better. -I found Sherlock. - Oh! How is he? -Just fine." I said, also taking a sip from the tea cup. "Maybe I will go back home tomorrow. -Your dad finally accepted to sign you out? -I hope. -Understand him, he just wanted you to be healthy. -I know, and he had to choose the closest center because he could not stand the idea of me going too far away from him. -Yes. But you think he'll just let you come home, go back to school as normal? -I am never normal." I chuckled. "He threatened me to put me in a boarding school if I did not come to the center. -But you have already done your A Levels! -I know! Maybe he meant a health center that was away. Either case, I did not want to go, so I chose the one closest to here. -Darling... And what about university? -Starting up in September, at the Imperial College. -Why not Oxbridge or Harvard? -I want to stay here, in London, it is my city after all. Cambridge is too small and the IVY league is full of Americans and I do not like them." He laughed.

A few minutes after that little conversation, I received a phone call from my dear Sherlock. He thanked me for my work, and we had a guffaw together about my great escape from his window. "When am I going to see you again?" He said, I answered "Soon." and he replied "Great." before hanging up. I appreciate that very much. Quick, clear and precise. I am the kind of girl who jumps from one subject to the other, so I turned my head on the right, and noticed a framed picture of Skye. "Haha, what is that? Did you try to make an impression of a snapchat filter?" I laughed, smiling. "Yes, my friend gave me this headband while on a date, so I asked him to immortalise that moment. -That is cute." He thanked me, and picked up the teapot tray. "What is his name? -Dayne. -Is he handsome? -He sure is. -Sweet." He came into the kitchen and I heard him yell: "Oh! It's just time for my serie! -Which channel? -BBC One" I turned on the TV, switched to the right channel, and came to help him with the meal. "Doctor Who? How can you do even more british than that? -I don't know, but I drink tea before the meal, so I guess I'm not entirely british yet. -Oh yeah?" I laughed again. "Maybe I am not british either, I don't even know where I am from." He took some tupperwares out of the fridge. Rice, vegetables, and white chicken, far from the official sunday roast, but I did not care. He had a wonderful night, watching Doctor Who. We made so many live commentaries about the episode that we hardly hear half of it. I came to bed early because I need to sleep well to argue correctly.