Miss Moriarty is Holmes!

Chapter 5: Where's Sherlock?

(Joan's POV)

I woke up, sun was shining brightly at my windows.  I stretched and rolled, there's no body by my side.  It turns out Sherlock wasn't there.  I rubbed my eyes and yawned.  Where's Sherlock? What happened last night? Could it be---Oh, I remember now.  I remember what I did last night.  It was a hard choice.  It was pretty tough for me also to move his...lifeless body as I could say.  He was heavy and I also don't want to wake up the neighbors.

I thought about it for a while, holding my cuppa tea in the kitchen.  I felt guilty of what I did.  Should I? Did I do right? Things start running through my mind and it all stopped as a faint sound of an open door was heard. "Hello Mrs. Hudson." It was John's voice I heard at the main door then steps were ascending.  Of course it was obvious why he's here.

"Sherlock.  Sherlock?" He shouted but receives no answer from his flatmate. 

Then he knocks at my door, he thinks Sherlock is here.

"Come in." I said from the kitchen.

He opened the door with a worried face. "Hello Ella." He greeted. "Have you seen Sherlock? Is he there? Did he slept the whole night?"

"Actually, he's not here.  I haven't seen him today." I answered.

"Sigh, maybe he's somewhere else in London for a case.  Mrs. Hudson told me that she haven't seen Sherlock at his flat." He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Oh, really.  Well..." I hold my cup tighter. "...I'll tell you when I find him somewhere in London."

"Thanks, Ella.  It's just...I hope he's not dead...yet." John smiled.  I felt sickish, giving him a weak smile as I heard that one.  That was heart-pounding to be honest. "Good bye." He waved.

I smiled and the door was shut, I placed my hands in my face.

Everyone's looking for Sherlock Holmes.

After that, I went job hunting again and still no luck at my side.  So I grabbed my 'small box of keeps' and opened it, finding something as a lucky charm. I'm of Irish descent.  I found myself a small bottle with a four-leaf that my brother found way back in Ireland when I was a toddler.  Such memories.  Then a tea bag and it's not just any tea bag, it was the first tea bag I drank in America when I was a teenager.  I'm not much of a tea drinker but Jim would always say, "Learn to, Joana dearie." I smile like a fool as I caught into the trance of reminiscing.  I digged my hands deeper in the box, I saw pictures and a single picture of mom and dad.  I found a black shiny feather of a magpie, several rose petals from my prom, post cards, and perfume.

But there are some things that I recognized that was missing after removing all the stuffs in the box: My book about Grim's fairy tales, my trusty pocket knife given by the father figure Sebastian Moran, and my fake silver gun.  I remember putting those things here as I never touched them after.

"Fixing things, dear?"

I looked around and see glowing Mrs. Hudson with a smile at my door. "Such nice memories that can't be easily fade, eh? I use to keep things too and how lovely to see you doing it." She said.  I smiled. "Yeah, Mrs. Hudson." I agreed.  She points outside, "I baked a cake, thinking you would like to eat one."

"Thank you Mrs. Hudson.  I would love to eat your cake."

"Since Sherlock is still not yet back that I decided to clean his refrigerator and found some ingredients.  Oh my, there were bloody thumbs and ears in the freezer.  Such a dreadful man he is!"