You're An Idiot, Sherlock Holmes (OC x Sherlock)

That's What People Do

"He wouldn't," Lucy said, spinning her engagement ring with her thumb. "He just wouldn't." 

"Stranger things have happened," I gently said, taking a sip of my tea Lucy made. 

"Westies wasn't a trader," she insisted, looking up from her mug. "That's a horrible thing to say!"

"I'm sorry. You must understand that-"

"That's what they think, isn't it? His bosses?" 

"He was a young man," I said, carefully choosing my words, "who was about to get married. He had debts." 

"Everyone's got debts," she scoffed. "Westies wouldn't want to clear them by selling out his country." 

"Can you . . . " I pulled out my notepad and pen. "Can you tell me exactly what happened that night?" 

"We were having a night in," she started, "Just watching a DVD. He normally falls asleep, you know, but he sat through this one . . . He was quiet." She held back a sob. "Out of the blue, he said he just had to go and see someone."

"And you've no idea who?" 

Lucy shook her head with her hand covering her mouth.

We finished the interview, and as Lucy opened the door for me to leave, someone carrying a bike stood at the door, almost ready to open it himself. 

"Hi, Luce," the guy said as I walked out. "You okay, love?" 

"Yeah," she answered. The air got much chiller so I put my coat collar up as they talked.

"Who's this?" the guy asked, nodding in my direction. 

"Jane Watson, hi," I said.

"This is my brother, Joe," Lucy said. "Jane's trying to figure out what happened to Westie, Joe." 

Joe looked me up and down suspiciously. "You with the police?"

"Sort of, yeah," I answered. 

"Tell them to get off their asses, will you? It's bloody ridiculous."

I was almost taken aback by that. "I'll do my best," I replied with a shrug. He gives a short nod before walking in with his bike. 

"Well, thanks for your help," I said to Lucy. "And again, I'm very, very sorry." 

I started walking before Lucy said, "He didn't steal those things, Ms. Watson." I turned around. "I knew Westie, he was a good man." She held back a sob as she walked into the house. "He was my good man." 

~

I walked up to Sherlock once I got out of the taxi. The last time we talked was only two hours ago. "Alex Woodbridge didn't know anything about art," I said.

"And?" he inquired.

"And . . . "

"Is that it? No hobbies, habits, personality?" He turns on his heel as I follow him.

"He was an amateur astronomer." 

"Hold that cab." I walked back to the cab as Sherlock walked over to the woman we saw earlier today that Sherlock gave the note to. 

"Fortunately, I haven't been idle," he said as he stepped into the cab.

"Oh really?" I slide in next to him. 

We stopped in an alley, big enough to fit a vehicle, and Sherlock walked out, with me following him behind. As he walked, he stared up at the night sky.