The Girl In The Coffee Shop (BBC Sherlock)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Edith had drank three cups of tea and ate more wafers than she should've. Mary and Sherlock were still on their first cup. She took another wafer and nibbled at it. "So you're Sherlock Holmes?" She asked, trying to make small talk, a topic she was horrible at.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Obviously. And I suppose you're Edith?" Edith rolled her eyes and mocked Sherlock, "Obviously." Sherlock's mouth twitched as he turned to Mary, "How's the baby coming along?" Mary rubbed her stomach and smiled, "Just fine."

Edith sipped more of her tea. In the beginning of coming to England, she hated tea. She thought is was too stereotypical and posh, but one day, she and Arthur bought lunch for a break and he ordered tea and she ordered water, she accidentally got his tea. Edith instantly loved it.

"Edi?" Mary asked. Edith looked at Mary, "What?" "Um...Sherlock asked you a question," she said. Edith looked at Sherlock and folded her arms, "What?"

"Do you know a James Moriarty?"

Edith dropped her teacup and it shattered to the floor. She jumped out of the chair and ran into Mary's kitchen to grab a broom. She came back to see it was just Mary. "Where's Sherlock?" Edith asked. Mary sighed, "I told him you knew nothing of him. But I don't think he quite believed it." Edith started sweeping the shards, "You could've said yes, it's not Moriarty I'm worried about. He's dead anyways. Both of our problems are resolved."

"About that last sentence, Edi..."

"Sherlock will never know I knew Moriarty because he's dead," Edith continued. Mary looked away and said, "He's not."

There went the broom, falling to the floor like the cup. Mary caught it in time and started sweeping. Edith's eyes widened as she was processing this, "You mean...he...he's not...he's not dead?" Mary shook her head, "I'm afraid not. Edi, you have to be more careful now."

"Do you think I don't know that? I was assigned to kill him for God's sake!" Edith half shouted. Mary pursed her lips, "I'm sorry, I forgot about that." Edith yanked the broom out of Mary's hands and started sweeping up her mess. She threw the shards away and told Mary she was going to go to work. "I thought you took a sick day," Mary said.

"Arthur knows I'm not sick." and the door slammed behind her.

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Speedy's was almost empty, as usual. Edith was working the register when Arthur came out of his office with some random girl in his arms, laughing. Edith shook her head, that player, she thought. The girl walked out of Speedy's and Arthur went toward Edith. "So, Newbie, what got you sick?"

Edith didn't look up, "I was hungover." Arthur also looked down and bit his lip, "That sucks because I know you don't have a hangover. What should I do with you, Newbie." Edith smirked, "Not fire me."
"Why would I fire you? My star worker?"
"I'm flattered."
"You should be."

Edith looked up from the register and put her elbows on the table, her chin, resting on her hands. Arthur shook his head, clicking his tongue, "Don't they teach you etiquette over in Minnesota?" Edith nodded, "It's just not my thing, being polite and all. Just like it's not your thing to actually have a relationship."

Arthur chuckled and leaned away from the counter, "Get to work, Newbie." Edith saluted, "On it, Boss." Arthur left for his office and he closed the door right when the door to Speedy's opened. It was Sherlock.

Edith turned around and put on Arthur's fedora and asked in a really impressive French accent, "What would you like to order?" Sherlock, who was oblivious to the fact it was Edith, said, "You shouldn't wear hats at work."

Edith didn't say anything, but she repeated her question in the same French accent. But Sherlock kept on not ordering, "So, you're French. What part of France are you from."

"Versailles."

Edith cringed. She shouldn't have said Versailles, but it was better than saying Paris, the only other French thing she knew. Sherlock nodded and finally ordered. Edith told him the price and he paid with no tip whatsoever. "I could really use the money," she grumbled under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Edith said, not realizing that her accent had dropped. Sherlock walked back over to the register and pulled Edith's hat off, revealing the hat haired face. Sherlock didn't say anything, he just turned on his heel and left.