I push the door open, walking into the house. There is a smell filling the air around me, it smells like something I've never really smelt before. I walked into the kitchen smiling as I spot Lestrade taking the food out of the small silver trays.
"What did you buy?" I ask him walking in.
He looks up at me with a smile passing the tray to me.
"It's Chicken Tikka." He tells me.
I looked at the food. I've never had food from takeaway's...well apart from pizza. That's the only takeaway I've actually had, at the orphanage we only really had pizza that's what most of us wanted for takeaways.
"You look confused James. Just try it, you'll like it. I spoke to the owner of the orphanage you'd once lived in before you came to live with me. She said it was mainly home made things with an occasional takeaway, so I thought I'd introduce you to Indian." He told me with a pause, "Please will you try it?"
"Ok...I'm going to go to my room. I'll eat it there." I told him with a nod, "I promise I'll try it."
Lestrade stared at me for a moment before nodding. I turn around heading out of the room, walking up the stairs I hear a knock at the front door.
"I'll get this then." Lestrade says balancing the trays of food on a small tray, "Sherlock?" He asks, "I-what are you doing here?"
I watch as he steps in.
"I came about the case" He replies, "Can we go somewhere private? I don't need the boy to hear."
"I'm about to eat." Lestrade said.
Sherlock rolls his eyes at Lestrade and sighs.
"You can't afford breaks during a case," He says, "More bodies could turn up."
Lestrade frowns and looks at me. He nods at me and I turn to walk up stairs. I enter my bedroom to notice a small envelope on my dressing table. I furrow my brows, put the food on the table, pick it up and hold it in my hands.
"This wasn't there before..." I mutter as I turn it over, "Why is it...?"
There was a sudden movement behind me. I turn around to see my window wide open, the curtains flowing. I glance back at it, opening it.
"James?" Lestrade calls, "Is everything OK?!"
I ignore him and focus on the envelope. Judging by the fact that someone was in my room, I'd say that this was handwritten, probably by - no certainly by them. Then, because of how neat the handwriting is, I'd say this was carefully crafted out to make it look like someone else's, judging by the way that it looks a bit wobbly in certain places. Now what is written on there... 'Let's play at game...' Whoever sent this wants to have fun judging by the idea of a game. The three dots suggests I'm waiting for a new letter - probably after I make a move since this is a game.
I turn around and stare wide eyed at Lestrade as walks in. He looks at the food and frowns.
"You haven't eaten anything..."
I put the letter on my bed and pick up the food. Eating some of it, I smile at him. He looks at me expectantly as he awaits my answer.
"It's nice..." I say after I swallow it, "It's really nice..."
He nods and heads downstairs. I look at the note again tracing the letters before putting it into my pillowcase. I sit back on the bed and carry on eating it. After I'd finished it I put the food on the dressing table and lay back. Glancing outside I realised just how late it was. It was black outside allowing me to close my eyes and cross my legs as I fell asleep.