Uncovering Sherlock

Parents recently dead, loosing her friends, and siblings far from home. Emily Raves is starting over with her life. She decided to move to the city she's always dreamed of moving. London. She finds a cheep flat on Baker Street. She doesn't question why the rent is so cheep until she meets the tenet below her. Sherlock Holmes. A loud and obnoxious man who doesn't seem to have any self control. He reads her like an open book. He seems to know everything about her. She should be appalled by this stalker like quality but she's not. She gets closer to Sherlock. But when Sherlock's friend Dr John Watson interferes will she turn away from their friendship or fight for it.

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5. A new case

*The next day, in the afternoon*

I heard someone running up the steps and talking. Sherlock shouted something, he sounded excited. I wonder what he could be so happy about? Then I heard a third voice. John. Seemed like they were having a party down there, I laughed to myself. I pushed myself away from my laptop and started down the stares. Sherlock and John sat in their ussual chairs. A man in a gray suit faced away from the door, but even from the back I could tell he was the man from last night. As I walked in the man turned around and Sherlock stood up.

"Aw Emily, I believe you've met my dear brother Mycroft," Sherlock said as Mycroft nodded towards me.

"Yes I believe we met last night was it?" I asked Mycroft. "When you pretty much kidnapped me?"

"Oh dear, please don't think of it as kidnapping. I would never," Mycroft said as he turned back around to Sherlock and John. "Now then, my client would like you as far away as possible. Because of the last incident," Mycroft said. John and Sherlock glanced at each other and started a laugh. "Its not a laughing matter you fool!" Mycroft shouted. "I don't know what you were thinking showing up to Buckingham palace naked!"

"I wasn't naked, I had a sheet. That John stepped on pulling it off," Sherlock said as he glared at John who looked like he was in pain from holding in laughter. I was so confused.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked as I butted in.

"We had a case one time for the queen, and Sherlock here refused to get dressed so he went to Buckingham Palace with only a sheet. Apparently the Queen did not like that and now doesn't want us at the Palace," John explained quickly. I nodded.

"And now she needs our help again but I need to go to the crime scene!" Sherlock shouted as he stood up and got in Mycroft's face.

"You know I can't go against the Queen," Mycroft said as he gently pushed Sherlock away.

"Well what if I were to come fully clothed this time?" Sherlock asked. "Because even you know its nearly impossible to solve a case without going to the crime scene," Sherlock bargained.

"I'll see what I can do," Mycroft said as he walked out of the flat and down the stares.

Sherlock sat back down on his chair and placed his hands in front of his mouth like he was thinking. John stood up and moved over to the desk and opened up a laptop and started writing something. I decided I would go back up to my flat. I walked into the office and started working on a new story I had thought of as I was flying here. Time seemed to fly by as I was writing and before I knew it, it was 8:30.

I rubbed my eyes and sat back in my chair. I shut my laptop and stood up and walked into the kitchen. I pulled out a soda and turned around to face Sherlock. I nearly dropped my drink.

"Gosh your so quiet!" I yelled at him. He smirked.

"I thought you might be hungry. Want to go get some dinner down the street?" he asked.

"Yea sure," I said as I placed my drink back in the fridge and walked into my room to grab a jacket. Sherlock and I walked down the street in silence. We came to a little restaurant and Sherlock held the door open for me. I nodded as I walked in and I followed him to a seat near the back. A waiter came dressed in regular street clothes and looked rather tired.

"Can I get you any alcohol or wine?" he asked as he looked at Sherlock and me. Sherlock looked at me for my say.

"No thank you," I said.

"What she said, we'll just have water," Sherlock said. We placed our order and then the waiter walked away.

"You could've ordered alcohol if you wanted to," I said.

"No I thought you wouldn't have like that," Sherlock said. I rubbed my head.

"What gave you that idea?" I asked.

"You don't drink do you?" he asked. I shook my head. "It's not just because you don't like the taste, its because your father was a drunk. That's how your parents died isn't it?" Sherlock asked. I nodded.

"He and mom went out, my dad got drunk. My mom wanted to drive but my dad got violent when he was drunk so she wasn't going to try and force him. He hit a truck and rolled off the road," I explained. Sherlock listened to every word.

"I'm sorry," he said when I was done. I shook my head.

"It's fine, it doesn't bother me anymore. I never was close to my parents," I said.

"Well I know I can be a real dick sometimes, I just didn't want to make you upset," Sherlock said. I smiled and laughed. Just then Sherlock's phone started to go off. He pulled it out of his trench coat and looked at it. "What does he want now?" he mumbled. "I have to take this," Sherlock said as he stood up and walked outside. I watched as his expressions changed from mad to excited. He came rushing back into the restaurant and sat down across from me with a huge smile that made his eyes sparkle.

"Good news?" I asked as the waiter came back and gave us our food.

"Excellent news!" Sherlock shouted causing a few people to look at him. "Mycroft talked to the Queen and she said I could come back the Buckingham Palace," he said. "She only had one request," he added.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Well since last time John and I made fools of ourselves, which was not my fault," Sherlock said. "The Queen said I need to have another colloque with me, to keep us 'in line'. And since I don't have really anyone else besides John, Mycroft suggested someone for me," he said.

"And who was that?" I asked getting annoyed that he kept leaving out important details.

"You."

 

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