The Detective (A Sherlock Fan-Fic) (Under Editing)

Chapter Forty-Six

VIDAR'S P.O.V

Stockholm.

My fingers drummed loudly against the surface of the keyboard, Sheredon?  Sherman? Sheldon? I continued Googling names starting with sher until it popped up, Sherlock Holmes.  I copied the name and forwarded it to my boss before going through all recent reports on him, came back from the dead, split from Lucy Adler, fraud, murderer, genius, rekindled relationship with Lucy Adler, spotted entering Buckingham Palace with Lucy Adler.  I clicked on the final link scrolling through the pictures, many of them of him pushing reporters away and his girlfriend looking worried.  I read quickly through the information about it, uninteresting, nothing important. I returned to my email, hurriedly typing out a report to 'M' before logging off.

"Pappa! Vi kommer att vara sent! Skynda dig!" Dad!  We're going to be late!  Hurry up! I turned to Signe and smiled before standing up and grabbing our bags off the side and holding her hand with my free one before walking out of the door.

LUCY'S P.O.V

The Bistro

5.00PM

I handed a avacado salad through the hatch and smiled quickly at Antonio who just nodded before turning to take the order away, God is he really that upset?  He just wasn't invited to his friends 30th, it's not that bad.  I passed another pile of dirty plates to Gem before starting to close the hatch when Andre called out:

"Lucy two last customers have just entered!" I sighed before opening the hatch again and smiling and the blonde man and his child sitting in the corner.  I listened as Antonio took their order, they're Norwegian... Antonio hurried over tearing the order out of his notepad and handing it to me,

Hello Lucy Lamb.

-JM

A food order for two servings of red pepper and chorizo soup was scrawled underneath.  I spooned out the soup from the pot and buttered two bread rolls before sending the order through with a note under one bread roll,

Meet me outside in ten minutes.

-LA

I saw the man nod before he started to eat, his child instantly copying his actions.  I texted Sherlock; alerting him of the situation and that I would meet him at my flat at seven.  He didn't text back but he didn't say no either.

I made my way outside shrugging on my coat before starting to smoke while waiting for the man, he arrived minutes later his child at his heel.  

"Miss Adler, I'm Vidar Falla and this is my daughter Signe.  Mr Moriarty employed me to keep check on you and Mr Holmes, but this time he has asked me to deliver you a message in person.  He says that if Mr carries on interfering he'll kill you, Mr Holmes, me and Signe.  Please Miss Adler, please stop Mr Holmes,"  Vidar looked scared, his eyes were constantly looking for any sign of danger and he was holding Signe close to his side.  I blinked, how am I going to persuade Sherlock?  He's stubborn as a mule!  I kept a blank face before nodding,

"I'll tell him, Vidar, hopefully he'll agree."  Vidar nodded giving me a slight smile.

"I hope he does, thank you Miss Adler." I smiled at him,

"No problem, farvel!" Goodbye.  

"Farvel!"  He waved before holding his daughters hand and starting to lead her off,

"Oh and check your emails, I've sent you my contact details!" I waved before patting the ashes off the tip of the cigarette and butting it out against the wall.