His Doctor~

Chapter 42

College sucks -_- well, here is 5,000+ word chapter as promised :) everyone grab a shock blanket because this one is going to be wild.

Chapter 42

Charles Augustus Magnussen entered the flat, scanning, observing, and finding little of importance. Jo-Ann now understood why Sherlock saw him as a shark, with those pale eyes she could easily picture dilating until entirely black. His light gray suit lent to the idea as well and didn't make a sound as he ghosted into the room.

"I understood we were meeting at your office." Sherlock continued.

"This is my office." Magnussen stated, glancing through the room, unentertained and yet slightly amused at the state of the flat. Jo-Ann furrowed her brow at the odd sentence but didn't try to show it. The new paper proprietor walked to the center of them room and took a glance at the doctor from the corner of his eye.

Jo-Ann Heather Watson

Afghanistan veteran (See file)

G. P. (See file)

Porn preference: normal

Finances: 10% in debt (See file)

Status: Unimportant

Pressure point Harriet Watson (Sister) Alcoholic

"Well, it is now." Magnussen said, not thinking to give Jo-Ann a second glance. He took a newspaper (by one of his rivals) from Sherlock's desk and sat down with it on the sofa. Disgusting, he thought, not only reading the headlines but taking short glances at the cluttered coffee table before him.

"Mr. Magnussen, I have been asked to intercede with you by Lady Elizabeth Smallwood." The detective spoke up. "On the matter of her husband's letters. Some time ago you… put pressure on her, concerning those letters. She would like those letters back." He stated. Magnussen didn't answer with words; instead he kept his dead-eye stare moving around the room. Sherlock inhaled deeply, impatient. "Obviously the letters no longer have any practical use for you-"

Sherlock Holmes

Consulting Detective

Porn preference: normal

Finances: unknown

Brother: Mycroft Holme (See file)

Officially deceased 2011 – 2013

Pressure point Jo-Ann Watson

Irene Adler (See file)

Jim Moriarty (See file)

Redbeard (See file)

Hounds of the Baskerville case

Opium

"-So with that in mind…" Sherlock trailed off at the sound of low chuckling. All parties in the room looked to Magnussen. His eyes were glued to the consulting detective as he laughed with a closed mouth. "Something I said?" Sherlock asked.

"No, no… I was reading." Magnussen corrected, but was not referring to the newspaper like everyone in the room was guessing. "There's rather a lot." He mused. Sherlock, while still calm, was growing concerned. "Redbeard." Magnussen said. Sherlock's eyebrows un-knit as he blinked. Redbeard… he hadn't heard that word in so long that nostalgia came over him, as well as pain. "Sorry, sorry. You were probably talking." Magnussen shook his head slightly.