Sherlock- Spy at 221b

Chapter 10

I turned away from Mycroft and walked back to The Yard. I then proceeded to Lestrade's office.As I walked up I thought about all of my options, I mean what was stopping me from turning into a triple agent, or like quadruple agent, if that was even a thing. I could just tell Sherlock I was feeding Mycroft what ever he wanted me to tell him and then just tell Mycroft real info.

Then I thought of John, he really liked me, I don't think I could betray him. he was actually starting to feel like a father figure to me.

I opened the door to Lestrade's office before I had ended my internal discussion.

"how was it?" said John

"how was What? said Lestrade who obviously had not been filled in.

"I don't know" I said, really... I was lost on how to tell them anything. If I wanted to tell them anything.

I swear Sherlock could sense something off about my answer, which was odd since he was a sociopath.

"Thanks Lestrade," said Sherlock and he walked out, I quickly turned and walked after him. John took a minute to thank Lestrade and then he followed after us.

"What did Mycroft say" said Sherlock fiercely. I looked up at him and shrugged.

"Nothing really, wait how did you know it was mycrof..." I said, I was going to continue but Sherlock interrupted me.

"Oh come on, I can see on your face he said something of importance." he said in a cheeky manor.

"Mycroft said hed pay me, lots" I almost laughed, paying for false information, serves him right.

"Lots?" said John butting into the conversation.

"Like 800£" I said trying not to sound to excited.

"Sounds like Mycroft, bribing homeless children to spy for him." Sherlock says "I remember one time at school..." but John interrupted before he could finish.

"What did you tell Mycroft?"

"I didn't really tell him anything, he told me to meet him at the shard in a week and I said yes"

Sherlock had told John and I that we were going to see someone about the case and that we didn't need a taxi.

John, Sherlock and I walked only a block when we made it to an apartment building. Sherlock opened the door and we entered the lobby. There was a lady sitting at the desk, who looked incredibly bored. We were about to go up the elevator when she said,

"Who're ya? we don't let just anybody up."

"Were with the police" said Sherlock flashing up a badge, I looked at it and it said 'DI lestrade.'

"Right then, but who's the kid" she said looking at me. I felt me face heat up, 'please' I thought 'I'm nearly sixteen.'

Sherlock roughly grabbed my arm, "were returning her to her parents, she snuck into a gambling room."

"Very well then" she says, looking down at her desk once more.

The elevator opened and Sherlock pushes me in. The doors click close and I give him a death stare. He ignores me.

"What was that!" I say angrily, "Why couldn't you come up with something better."

"Didn't need to" said Sherlock looking straight forward.

The elevator doors clicked again and we walked out of the elevator, Sherlock went down the hall to room 412. He knocked on the door and it opened a few moments later.

A man stood there, wearing red pants and a white T-shirt. Bright blue underwear were visible poking out by his waist, his feet were bare but well manicured. He had a slightly upturned noise and his hair was dyed a very dark black. At first I thought maybe he was a teenager but looking up at his hairline I noted it was receding, meaning this man was around thirty. I 'Deduced', as Sherlock would say, that he is Gay.

"Hello, How can I help you." He said.

John took a step forward, "Were here to ask a few questions about Dr.Foulard, would you mind?"

The mans face fell, he obviously had heard about Dr.foulards death. "Not at all, please come in."

I finally understood why sherlock took off when I Said the thing about the flat mates, back in the Morgue:

I thought for sure that the flat had to be some sort of lab or maybe a drug operation, but I'm guessing now he was having some sort of an affair with this man. That was why I had asked if the flat-mate was female, because perhaps he had been having an affair. but now I see that he actually was.

Thinking about it, perhaps it was Dr.Foulards wife, I mean if she found out that he was having an affair she would be angry, but finding out he was gay and having an affair she must be livid.

I snapped back to reality and walked into the flat after Sherlock and John.

"Who's she?" said Matt, the flat owner.

"She's my Intern" said Sherlock casually, shaking off the question.

Damn I'm going to kill him, I thought. I ignored my feelings however and decided to play along.

Matt lead us to the sitting/dining room and sat down on the couch. John sat down on an armchair and I turned a dining room chair around to face the couches. Sherlock remained standing.

"Are you aware that Dr.Foulard was married?" said John.

"Well yes I did..."

I decided to ignore the rest of the conversation and looked around the room. It looked like a normal house, a few dishes about the place. A few pieces of clothing were scattered on the floor. There was very little to notice but what I did 'deduce' was that this man lived alone. So Dr.Foulard must have lived with his wife.

"We've got to go now" said Sherlock, he pretended to look at his phone as if reading a message.

John stood up slowly and began to walk towards the door. "thank-you for your help Mr. Williams, we will be in touch soon."

We all walked out of the flat and I closed the door behind us.

"Where to now?" said John.