Sherlock came out of the hospital the day I go back to work and he promised to text me when he was home.
I tap on my desk and Sally looks at me, "you alright?"
"yeah, waiting for a text."
"From Sherlock."
"yeah, knowing him. He won't rest at home and I can't babysit him." She laughs and goes back to her work.
I continue with mine.
*
Three hours later and were now at a house. The man is dead on the kitchen floor. Greg looks at the body whilst I look around. I move into his study, its messier than Sherlock's room.
Greg comes in, "were going to collect all this."
"okay, I will go through it as its easier for me to remember."
He nods.
*
I'm shifting through files when he comes in. He stands next to me, "your suppose to be at home."
"I got bored."
"Well, your suppose to rest. Read, watch TV, talk to people. Don't shoot the wall." He chuckles.
"fine I won't. What are you doing?"
"My job, now go. Your distracting me."
He sits now next to me, "how so?"
"Your annoying me, go home and if you leave again. I will find out and make your life hell." He stands up.
"fine." He leaves and I shake my head.
Sally looks at me, "he actually listens to you."
"yeah, I suppose he does." I go back to the files.
I stay all night working through the bits off paper, finding nothing.
Its three in the morning when I get home. Sherlock is still up, "your working late."
"yeah, sorting through papers."
I go to sit down but he pulls me up and up to my room. I change and fall asleep instantly.
*
I get woken up by my alarm and get ready before leaving. I get a bacon roll and energy drink on the way. Sally is already at her desk.
"Morning."
"Morning, what time were you here to last night?"
"Bout twoish."
"God, your commited."
"Something feels important about this case. I don't know what but it doesn't add up." I finish eating and get back to the files.
"None of this makes sense." She comes around. "There is loads of indications that something is going on but it doesn't say or make sense."
"Calm down. It will, you just need to piece it together. I'll get you a board to put things up on."
"Thanks."
She comes back with one and I seperate it into sections. Inditcations and pure information.
Greg comes out and looks at it. "so something is going to happen, we just don't know what."
"yeah."
"There has been another death and they have the same files as our man."
"Right lets go." I down my energy drink before leaving with them.
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Miss A Watson (completed)
FanficName: Miss A Watson Age: 18 Blog entry: 1 So today was not good! My mother got drunk and burnt down the house. She blamed me and the police took her to rehab. Although I am 18, I have to be legally cared for due to my attempts to end my l...