I Can't Stand You Sherlock

NEW BOOK hint. out now!!!

yeah, you guessed it! I'm writing another book about Rori's adventures but this is going to be different and I hope better. it'll keep you on the edge wanting more. ;) I thought I would give you a small sample of what is going to happen next in Rori's life.  my goal is to post the first chapter in a few days from now, maybe a week max but it will be up soon.

UPDATE! new book is out now! called Everything Has Changed Sherlock! find it, like it, enjoy it.

lots of love,

Darla

Run, fast, faster. I felt my lungs burning but I knew I couldn't stop. It was cold outside with snow on the ground but I felt hot. I could hear the dogs behind me barking. I knew they would be after me in a few minutes. Run. I took a sharp left through a tree line out of the line of sight. If I could just find a house to stay in for a few minutes I could be safe. I tripped on a branch and I felt myself hit the ground although my mind was elsewhere.

I remember it like yesterday.

"Rori" Mycroft said as he sat down in front of me at a fancy sitting room somewhere in London. I had no idea where I was because his men put a bag over my head like I was some kind of criminal. Well, I am but I work for the better now. Sometimes I can't help myself though, when something is just too good to pass up. But I haven't taken one of those jobs in months. No, Mycroft didn't get me for that. He wanted my help and was I going to give it to him? I wanted to see him beg before I did anything.

I looked around the room trying to act bored even though I was trying to figure out where I was. I bet it was by the Themes by the looks of how dressed up the men were. They looked like they worked in the up part of town witch would only mean one thing. By the river, the business district. "what?" I asked with a bored tone, not even looking at him. "I was enjoying a walk in the park until I was rudely interrupted by none other than you. Figures, you always ruin the moment."

He handed me a file without saying anything. I took it and looked at photos of men and file information about Russia and deep undercover work that had been done already. "What is this for?"

"We have reason to believe that the crowed that Zane owed money to is bigger than we thought. Because you knew the most about him, we would like you to work for us."

I laughed, harder than I had in weeks. That was a great joke. "You got to be kidding me," I chuckled out and handed him back the file. Like I would ever work for the UK government. That was practically against my religion.

"Do you know where Sherlock is?"

"With you guys parents for the holidays," I said remembering the day he left. It had been a little over two weeks since I last saw him but I had been enjoying the holidays in silence and when I wanted company I would go down and see Miss Hudson. We had a lovely Christmas feast just the two of us.

"Did you know he killed a man the other day."

"And you know this for a fact?" I leaned in closer wanting to hear more. I hadn't seen Sherlock since a little before Christmas. He didn't invite me to come with him and I didn't ask to come. I thought I would skip out of all of the drama that john and his new wife were having. And I don't think I could stand Sherlock's parents if they were anything like Sherlock and Mycroft.

"I saw it with my own eyes," Mycroft said with a calm voice.

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you either can help us or Sherlock will be sent to prison for a very long time," he said and pushed the folder back to me.

I sighed. I couldn't let Sherlock rot in prison. I had him when I get sent there and now it was my turn to save him. I couldn't say no. I had to take this. "What do you want me to do?" 

He gave me a cocky smile and said, "how good is your Russian?"

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