Sherlock- Spy at 221b

Chapter 11

Sherlock had decided we need to talk to the family now. John and I grumbled about having to take another cab. All this traveling around was rather dull.

"Happy Birthday" I said to John after a few minuets or silent driving.

"How did you...? Never mind, Thanks"

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We made it to the house in twenty minuets time. Sherlock rang the door bell.

"So what am I this time?" I said annoyed "niece? Criminal? Intern?"

Sherlock only smirked. The door opened "Hello?"

A women had opened it, looking her over I noted a few things. Her eyes were only slightly puffy, even though her husband had died perhaps twelve hours ago. She wore a light blue blazer, underneath was a white shirt with little birds on it, in the same blue as the blazer. Obviously a very neat person. She had jean capris on and Toms.

Her clothing just Scream mom, but it also gave of the appearance of someone working at a middle class job. A teacher or maybe at a shop. Her brown hair hung loosely in a ponytail and her bangs were brushed to one side. She was fairly pretty, large brown eyes, slightly turned up nose and small mouth.

"Hello" said John, he was definitely more of a people person then Sherlock. "We're hear to ask some questions about your husband. May we come in?"

"Umm yes of course" she said.

She lead us into her sitting room, she sat in an arm chair John sat in the love seat, Sherlock and I sat on the couch. John was left asking the questions and sherlock tapped his fingers. Looking closer I noticed a pattern and I remembered sherlock asking me if I knew morse code, on the cab ride here.

I tried to discreetly make it out:

TOILET-LOOK-AROUND-ASK-TO-USE-THE-TOILET-LOOK-AROUND-ASK

I tapped back

REALLY,-MORSE-CODE

"Excuse me, Mrs. Foulard? May I use the Toilet?"

"Yes of course dear" she said "Through the Kitchen, down the hall, on the left"

"Thank-you" I said standing up. Sherlock shoved something in my pocket. I walked into the kitchen and out of sight. I pulled the thing out of my pocket, it was a note:

'Go to her room, look for documents. Divorce papers, birth certificates. Photograph it.'

-S.H.

I then pulled Sherlocks phone out of my pocket. I took a deep breath and walked down the hall. There were Three doors and set of stairs.

Alright, so Big House. Maybe three or four Bedrooms, Two baths. She directed me here so the Second bathroom must be up stairs. There wouldn't be only one bedroom up stair with a bath room, so there must be two rooms up there at least.

So this makes the that chances Mrs.Foulards room is up there, much more lucky.

I opened the bathroom door, flipped on the light switch and closed the door hoping it would look like I was in there.

I maybe have three minuets, I ran up the carpeted stairs stepping on the side of the stairs. Hoping to avoid creaking. I was right, there were three doors upstairs. The bathroom door was open, one other door was closed with a 'Keep Out' sign on it. Obviously a kids room. The third door was open a crack. I pushed it open.

"Stupid Sherlock" I muttered, it wasn't a Bedroom but an Office. Of course documents would be in an office over a bedroom. It was very Organized, tons of labeled boxes and file folders. To my luck there was a box labeled Personal.

I took it of the shelf quickly. No time to read. I'll just take pictures, I pulled the lid off and snapped a picture of the first file. I pulled it back and took a picture or the next. The box was quite shallow and I managed to get a picture of nearly thirty pages. I put the lid back on and the box back where I found it. I left the room, and shut the door like it had been before.

I carpet down the stairs until I heard someone Speak behind me. "Who are you?"

I turned around and tried to remain calm. The person who spoke was a guy maybe sixteen.

"I was using your toilet" I tried to say calmly.

"I said who are you, why are you in my house?" He said.

"I'm with the police" I lied.

He looked skeptical.

"I'm an Intern, for school credits" I said, then left before he could answer. When I turned into Sitting room, everyone stood, like they were waiting for me to return.

"D.I. Lestrade would like you to come down to the station tomorrow for further questioning." Said John, and Mrs.Foulard nodded. With that we left, I turned to closed the door and saw the boy from upstairs staring. I smiled then shut the door quickly.