Recap:
I pull out my phone once more, and the message pops up from Sherlock again.
Damn, what does he want so badly? I think.
Could be dangerous.
SH
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Your POV:
The car pulls up at 221B, so I thank the driver and lady out of habit, and open the door with the key Mrs.Hudson gave me. I walk up to the room, to see Sherlock on the couch, legs far past the arm rest with his hands in a prayer position resting under his chin.
"There you are, Y/N." John says, handing me a white and blue cup of tea. I thank him and gladly take it, sitting down in John's chair.
"What are you doing?" I say to Sherlock, sipping my tea.
"Nicotine patches. Helps me think." He says, still thinking. I look at his arm which has his sleeve rolled up.
"Three?" I question.
"It's a three patch problem."
"Well? You asked me to come. What's the problem?" I ask
"Oh, yeah, of course. Can I borrow your phone?" He says, opening his eyes, and sitting up.
"My phone?"
"Don't wanna use mine. Always a chance that the number will be recognised. It's on the website. So is John's." Sherlock says
"Great, so use mine." I say, being sarcastic.
"John, tea?" Sherlock says, asking for tea.
"You could've gone to a payphone, or even downstairs to Mrs.Hudson." I say. John hands me Sherlock's tea, and I give it to him carefully.
"Yeah, but she's downstairs." Sherlock says, sipping his tea, almost whining.
"I was on the other side of London." I say, sitting back down, rubbing my forehead. Only a couple hours in of knowing Sherlock, and he's already getting on my nerves. I shoot him a glare, and he puts on the fake puppy eyes and pouting lip act.
"Here." I say, tossing it to him. "So is this about the case?"
"Her case." He says, easily entering my password.
"How-how did you-" I say, about to question his knowing of my password. I just brush it off, knowing he was probably watching me.
"On my desk, there's a number. I want you to send a text." He says, holding out my phone. I half smile in disbelief and anger.
"You brought me here..to send a text?" I ask, rubbing my temples.
"Text, yes. The number on my desk." He says, handing the phone closer to me.
I angrily take it, and enter the number in my messaging app. I stop for a second, and the mysterious man crosses my mind again.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Just met a friend of yours."
"Friend?"
"Well, enemy." I clarify
"Oh. Which one?"
"Your arch-enemy. Do people even have arch-enemies?" I ask, finishing up my tea, the taste still lingering on my lips.
"Did he offer you money to spy on me?"
"Yes."
"Did you take it?" He asks
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