A Picture says it All (Benedict Cumberbatch FanFiction)

Chapter 25

A/N: I’m sorry I’m horrible at updating. The Story is planned out more or less, so just need to make time to write on this one. Let me know what you thought

Benedict and Karon walked into the rather small office of the Daily London. Benedict was nervously rubbing his neck looking around the place, it looked shabby and in disrepair. He tried remembering if he ever bought the Daily London but he couldn’t even remember seeing it on the shelves. Karon cleared her throat, “Earth to Benedict.” She says in a sing-song voice smiling at him. “Sorry I was just thinking.” He says chuckling nervously. Karon turned Benedict to face her while looking around her. “Don’t worry Benedict, I’m sure it’s not such a big deal and we will solve this quickly.” Benedict smiled at Karon, “I know and you are probably right, but why would he target Lisa like that? She is new in town, he doesn’t know her that well, why would he take her under his wing just to stab her in the back?” Benedict rubbed his neck again, while looking around the lobby they were standing in. He could see some of the previous issues tacked against the wall. “Karon have you ever bought the Daily London? It looks dodgy.” He whispered to her. Karon followed his eyes, her eyebrow raised, “I know what you mean and I did a little research. The Daily London is on the brink of bankruptcy they need a couple of big scoops to make people read it I think that is the main reason for publishing Burt’s story.”

She turned away from him, walking over to a middle aged woman sitting at the reception desk. In her posh voice Karon addressed the receptionist, “Good morning, Benedict Cumberbatch is here to see Burt. He has an appointment at 9.” The woman looked up past Karon at Benedict and he could see recognition flash in her eyes, she cocked her head to the side. “And does mister Cumberbatch not talk for himself? Aren’t we high and mighty.” She scoffs and gets up from behind her desk and walks through a door leading to the back of the office. Benedict was staring open mouthed at the woman feeling hurt at her words. Was he really perceived as being like that? Karon walked back to him, “Don’t take note of her.” She whispered while rubbing his arm. Benedict sat down on one of the chairs available, nervously rubbing his thigh while still looking around the office, something felt off about the whole place. The woman came walking back, her eyebrow raised at him, “You may go through, second door on the left.” She sat down, and as Benedict and Karon walked past he heard her mumbling to herself.

Karon walked in front of Benedict and when she came to the door she knocked and pushed the door open without waiting for an answer. Benedict followed her through the door into a small office that made him feel claustrophobic. The walls were bare with only one small window facing the wall of the next building. There was a table in the middle of the room with four mismatched chairs around it, all of them facing each other. Burt and his editor were seated on one side of the table. Burt had his arms crossed over his chest defensively while his editor had his hands steeple in the Sherlock pose, resting his elbows on the table. Karon began the introductions and indicated to Benedict to sit down on the chair. She stood over him, looking like a school principle about to berate naughty boys, and Benedict couldn’t help but to smile.

Sitting in the chair next to Benedict, she looked at the two men across from her. “We would like to know why your photographer is targeting Lisa and indirectly Benedict?” she said jumping to the point, Benedict liked that about her, she didn’t always sugar coat everything. Burt looked away, and Benedict could see he was clenching his jaw. Benedict learned that the editor’s name was Edward Lemur from the introductions earlier and he could see that man also avoided eye contact. Leaning forward Benedict looked at the men seated in front of him. “Did you two make this appointment so we can sit here watching each other or are you actually planning on explaining to us what is going on?” He heard Burt snort and turning his gaze towards Burt he continued, “Either you tell me what your problem with her is or I sue this place until there really is nothing left of it?” Both men’s eyes shot to Benedict and he could see panic set in. “You wouldn’t dare.” Edward growled at Benedict. “Oh I will, in case you didn’t notice I am sure I have a pretty good case.” Leaning back in the chair Benedict rubbed his thighs once more before crossing his arms, waiting for the men to realise how serious he was.