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Sherlock quietly sat in his chair one
early morning. His thoughts completely trapped in his own mind palace while
John was busy in the kitchen making them their usual morning tea.
The two gentlemen were expecting Lestrade
to arrive at any moment. He had called earlier that morning wanting to urgently
meet with them about a new case that had presented itself. And it still didn’t
seem like Sherlock found it important enough to change out of his dressing
gown.
John took a second to glace over at
Sherlock, who was staring out into complete space and time.
“Are you trying to find the cure for
world hunger in there?”
“No.
I have far more important things to do than that.”
John simply rolled his eyes and decided
there was no point in trying to continue the conversation. Though it didn’t
seem he would have to as her heard a knock come from the front door. John took
two steps out from the kitchen intending to answer it, but Sherlock beat him to
the punch.
“You know the door is open.”
Not a moment later did the door rustle
itself open. The gray-haired man himself waltzed in, followed by a (h/c) women
with her head facing the floor. John was caught a bit off guard by the new
face. Sherlock wasn’t phased in the slightest.
“Good morning.” Lestrade spoke, presenting
a semi warm smile to the two owners of the flat.
Sherlock
ignored his pleasantries and remained in his chair. His hands were placed together in his signature posed that told anyone that he was thinking.
His eyes falling immediately on the women currently
trying to hide in Lestrades shadow. He could already have deducted that she was
very unsure of herself, avoiding eye contact with John and himself. Sherlock
could also see her slumped form and the obvious position of her hands remaining
deep in her pockets around new people.
“There have been 6 robberies since early
Friday morning. Today is Sunday. So instead of having me presented at any of
those crime scenes, you told me to wait. So you called this morning wanting to
talk me, which was to be expected. I didn’t however, expect for you to have a new… stray
puppy with you.”
The women flinched at the comment from
Sherlock. It nearly went unnoticed had she not lifted her face to look
at Sherlock.
John stepped forward toward the new women,
feeling a bit responsible for Sherlock’s, doing’s. He smiled warmly at her, trying to appear has friendly as possibly. “I’m sorry about him, he
doesn’t mean to insult.”
“I’m not insulting I’m describing.”
John choose in this very moment to ignore
Sherlock’s commentary before he reached over and smacked up side the head and introduced himself. “My name is John Watson it’s
nice to meet you.”
The women gave him a small smile and took
a single step toward him. John waited to hear the womens name but he was only
meet with the original silence of the room. The young woman bowed slightly
before him. Her (H/C) (H/L) waving slightly in her face. The gesture produced a
very confused John Watson. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch you name.”
It was Lestrades turn to step into the
conversation. “Her name is (y/n), (l/n) she’s interning from (I/S).”
Sherlock turned his feet back into the
direction of the three people. A blank expression written all over his face. He
had been swimming in his own mind while he was watching the women’s gestures.
Picking her apart like some clock. There was only one last thing he needed
before he could present his findings.
“Can’t the women speak for herself?”
By asking this question. Sherlock Holmes
was about to receive a rude awakening.
.
“Uh… No, you see, Sherlock… Mrs. (L/N) …is mute. She doesn’t speak. At all.”
“I know what it means.” Came Sherlock’s
harsh response. His gaze drifted away from Lestrades and locked right on with
Ms.(y/n). She only dared to brush against his presence with her (E/C) for a second before
turning away again. Her hands moved from out of her pocket and intertwined with
each other, fiddling around nervously.
Sherlock took note of this reaction
silently in his mind before moving on to the topic at hand.
“So, what did you come here to tell me.”
The
rest of the morning was spent discussing about a thief running around, stealing
artifacts, jewels, and other priceless items from right under the publics nose.
Sherlock seemed to be both listening and
hardly listening at the same time. His interest had been spiked about their new
guest, who hadn’t said a word since she arrived. Even without a voice to deduct
Sherlock picked up on the gestures she provided.
‘(Y/N) can’t hold eye contact with me for elongated
periods of time, mostly due to the fact that I am new person and haven’t
presented myself as a non-threat unlike John, whose laid himself out like a
puppy. Also, my height may prove to be intimidating so she’s choosing to stay
away from me all together. She’s place her hands back inside her pocket,
possibly playing with something inside to keep her nervousness down. But why so
silent? There’s been no signs of throat failure… not yet at least.’
It
was now Sherlock decided to tune into the groups discussion. Lucky him, the
conversation was at the most important part he needed to hear.
“Oh, yes I sent out Miss (L/N) with an
officer earlier this morning, when it was still dark, to investigate the… I’m
sure you’ve already heard. robbery that happened at the (Jewel shop). She found
something rather peculiar.”
All eyes swiftly moved towards (Y/N). They
weighed on her heavily and she shifted uncomfortable between her two feet.
Lestrade had to step in, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“It’s okay, (Y/N), Show them what you
found.”
(Y/N)’s shoulders dropped and she let breath
out a long breath through her nose. A reaction that Sherlock, again, noted.
Everyone watched as (Y/N) stuck her hand
inside of her jacket pocket quickly fishing out what she had found. Sherlock
was watching attentively at her every move. Slowly mapping out the girls
interesting personality.
That all came to a hurtling halt when his
eyes laid on the object that was laid out in her hand. The room froze for a
moment before John’s curiosity became the best of him.
“A tennis ball?”
(Y/N) looked at the ball and suddenly
realized something about it was wrong. She turned the tennis ball in such a way
that a small hole could be seen. The hole itself was no bigger than an index
finger.
“I’m sorry. I’m still very confused.”
John’s
statement caused Sherlock to chuckle to himself. Earning himself a glare from
the man himself. Sherlock brushed this off and redirected his attention to the
women standing in from of him. “Tell me, Miss (Y/N). Why the tennis ball is of
any relevance.”
(Y/N) again withered down in Sherlock’s
eyes especially at the clever words he had chosen. He had done it on purpose. To
get some reaction out of her, and it worked.
She placed the ball close to her chest
protectively and lightly circled around the hole with her finger. But she didn’t
remain there for long. (Y/N) suddenly turned hurriedly on her heels and went
right out the door. Leaving nearly everyone in the room bewildered by her
actions.
“It would be in our best interest to
follow her.” Lestrade spoke while running after his own intern. Following came
John Watson and Sherlock Holmes still dressed in his night gown.
When
they arrived outside they found (Y/N) standing next to taxi car that was parked
on the side of the road, waiting for someone to enter.
Lestrade was now conversing with the taxi
driver to reassure him that no one was here to do him any harm.
“What’s happening? Sherlock?”
“Just
watch John.”
And so, they did. Both men watched as
(Y/N) placed the tennis ball over the locking mechanism of the car door. She
then raised her hand above her head balling it up in a tight fist. She brought
it down hard hitting the tennis ball right in the center, followed by a click
of the car door unlocking.
Sherlock’s face remained unmoved. However,
John was smiling with such glee one may have thought that he had just received something
extraordinary for Holiday.
“That is the craftiest thing I have ever
seen.”
Sherlock
shoot him a playful glare. “Are you saying I don’t impress you anymore?”
John wasn’t given the time of day to
answer before Sherlock stepped forward toward (Y/N). Who stepped back when
Sherlock became a little too close.
“Where did you find this?”
Of course (Y/N) remained silent for a
moment. From what Sherlock could tell she was in thought, thinking about how
she was going to answer the detective.
Her
brows raised when she had thought of the solution. She took her finger and
pointed it across the street from their current position. Sherlock followed her
finger to the exact point of the alley way.
“The alley of the museum.”
(Y/N)
nodded with a small smile to her lips.
“That was a statement. Not a question.”
And
now it was gone.
“Sorry.” He immediately spoke when a small
bang of guilt escaped his heart when he saw (Y/N) frown much like a child
losing a balloon.
(Y/N) on the other hand, had the
impression he really didn’t mean his apology. Not in the sllightest
Sherlock turned toward Lestrade who was
just watching the entire thing spiral down the sewer drain.
“Tonight
then George?”
There is is! I hope everything was okay! I’m sorry if its a little bad it my first time doing something like this. Let me know what you think or if you have ideas on what should happen! Thanks and I’ll see you next week!
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