The Scarlet Aria (BBC Sherlock and OC Fanfic)

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  "I've been wondering the same thing,"The three went back inside the flat,"So Scarlett, what exactly happened?"

"I was on my way here and I asked the cabbie to wait for me because I got out to get something to eat. Then I got back in the cab and stopped at Porter street to check out the spot where my parents died. Then when I did, a lady approached and tackled me to the ground to inject the insulin,"She took a breath in,"That's all I remember before making my way over here and knocking on your door."

He stood and paced again. After about a minute of doing so he stopped,"They're after your family."

"Excuse me?" Letta asked, bewildered,"After my family?"

John looked at Sherlock's face, he was serious,"Nothing had happened in the day between your parents' murder and the attempt on your life. Therefore the killer must have a grudge against your family."

"That is probable," She pointed out,"But unlikely. I was probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"How did Kenza die?" He asked out of the blue.

Scarlett looked offended but replied,"a man kidnapped her and killed her because we couldn't pay the ransom."

"Why didn't you go to the police? You work for the British Intelligence," He assumed.

"Not back then... I was nine. It was the day after I graduated,"Tears were pricking at her eyes and John rubbed her back.

He shot a glance at Holmes, who unsurprisingly was unaffected,"Would you like some tea?"

"I would love some John, thank you,"Letta replied sniffling.

"Human error..."Sherlock mumbled.

She lightly laughed,"I know. Emotions, eating, resting, tiredness, and death. All human error."

"It just gets in the way,"They said together.

John came in with a small tray with three cups on it,"Looks like you two are getting along."

They each took a sip from their cups and sighed out a breath of relief. John looked over and made awkward eye contact with Letta. After a moment of staring Scarlett wiggled her eyebrows to make John almost spit out his drink. Sherlock smiled at the gesture and they sat in silence,"Bored!"

"Does he do that often?"

John facepalmed,"Too often."

Sherlock picked his violin up and started to play one of his own composures. Then abruptly stopped,"How much was your Cremona?"

"It's valued around 20178 pounds right now, but my mother got it for free,"She looked in her pocket and picked out a phone,"Her friend was one of the crafters and he gave it to her for her birthday. Then again it was never used until I started to play."

He looked at his violin,"I want one John."

"Do you have 20 thousand pounds on you?"

"No, but I want one."

"Sherlock,"John sighed and picked his laptop up,"Is the one you have not good enough?"

"The one I have is perfectly fine. I just want a Cremona!" He whined.

Scarlett stood and took the detective's violin,"I could get one for you if you would like. I'd just have to call the craftsman. You'll pay, but it'll be closer to around 300-200 pounds."

"Could you really?" Sherlock asked as she set the violin on her shoulder and gestured for the bow.

"Of course Holmes, but this will be a binding with our deal,"She started to play a song that neither of the men knew.

"Okay... What's that song?"Sherlock asked as she continued,"Do you compose?"

"Yes," She continued to play. It was getting harder and harder until she stopped on a low note,"I don't have a name for it."

"It was lovely,"John said as he typed on his computer,"The Scarlet Song."

"Aria,"Sherlock suggested,"The Scarlet Aria. Just to add to John's suggestion."

She smiled and handed the violin back to him,"The Scarlet Aria, I like it."

"According to the paramedic, you need to stay here for the night,"Sherlock looked at John,"You can have his bed.

"But-"

"But nothing John, this is a lady and a lady deserves proper sleep."

Letta put a hand up,"I don't sleep,"She stretched before putting a hand on the back of their sofa,"When I don't, I over sleep later."

Sherlock grinned,"I like her. John, we'll be staying up all night, don't bother us."

"Likewise okay? I actually want to sleep,"he yawned before trodding upstairs.

They looked at each other and Sherlock smirked, but it quickly faded,"I left the head in the freezer."

"What! You have a head in your cooler?" She follower him to the kitchen where he pulled a severed head out,"I like this place, tis' interesting. Where did you get the head?"

"Mortuary,"He placed it in the trash,"Same place I got the eyes, toes, fingers and ligaments."

She smiled and continued to do things throughout the night with Sherlock.

In the Morning.........

"Insufferable idiot!" Sherlock screamed,"You're not supposed to jump off of roofs like that!"

"The trajectory is all wrong!" Letta followed

John made his way down the stairs to see Holmes and Letta staring at the telly,"What is going on?"

"We're watching the telly,"Letta replied before turning her attention to the screen,"That was malarky! The child should've seen that coming!"

After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he went to the armchair to see that they were watching the American show 'AFV',"You're supposed to laugh at the videos, not consult them."

"But it's more fun John,"The detective sighed,"wouldn't you say Scarlett."

"I haven't had this much fun in my life,"She blankly stated, scanning the screen,"That was planned and set up."

"Agreed," Sherlock said as they continued to watch,"That is going to leave permanent damage if they don't do anything."

"A limp probably,"Letta agreed,"So John, My father tells me that you were a great Medic."

"I'd like to think of myself as one of the greatest,"He gloated.

Sherlock scoffed,"Of course you would."

"So what did my father and you do back then?"

"We were great friends actually. We had some pretty wild times, one time he bet that I couldn't take him down. He lost some afghani."

She smiled and then her phone buzzed,"Bloody hell," She started to text,"Fuck off, and then go suck a large dick. Love Scarlett."

"Who was that?" Sherlock attempted to conceal a laugh.

"That was my co-worker. I hate him to the grave,"it buzzed again, she picked it up and put it on speaker phone,"Hello?"

"Scarlett, you do realize that I am much older than you-"

"And do you realize that I don't care Mycroft?"

  This is your favorite author on Wattpad, Crystal--Wayne, and I hope you enjoyed! Anyways make sure to vote, comment and whatever with this story! I'm not too far into the series but I'm working on it, so more references coming soon!

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