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

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V

On the train

I leaned back into my seat and smiled at an annoyed looking Lucy. John returned with our coffee's and handed them to us and fell into his seat. "I swear that train coffee's are getting more expensive," Sherlock took a sip of his coffee then pulled a face. "Absolutely terrible coffee, if it is as expensive as you make out John i'm taking this back and demanding a refund," I looked down into the coffee, Is it as bad as Sherlock says?. Suddenly my cup was taken away from me by Sherlock and I watched as he stormed out of our cabin heading towards the snacks cart. John sighed and leaned his head back on to the back of his seat and closed his eyes. My stomach rumbeled and I scowled "John, do you think the cuppa soups here are going to be fine?" he shrugged and I got up bringing my handbag with me then headed over to the drinks cart.

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V

The man glared at me, "sorry sir but we can not refund a drink that you have tasted," "But it was terrible," "sir, we will not refund," I grabbed the front of the mans shirt. "Sherlock?" I turned my head and stared at Lucy, oh for heavens sake!. I let go of the man's shirt and gave her a small smile, "apparently they won't refund our coffee's," Lucy nodded then turned to the man. "I'd like a chicken cuppa soup," she handed the man the correct money and the man started making it up for her. She turned to me, "Sherlock, it's fine that they won't give us a refund, it's not like the worlds going to end just because we didn't get our money back," I walked out and back to our cabin.

LUCY'S P.O.V

I watched Sherlock go, that man is so stubborn!. The worker handed me my Cuppa soup and I headed back to my cabin. I opened the door and was greeted by a sleeping John and a angry looking Sherlock. Slowly I sat down next to him and sipped at my soup. Sherlock closed his eyes and his brows furrowed, "Lucy, I'm planning to get Molly to cut off my cast should I ask if she can do it for you?" "no, I'll keep it until it's due to come off," he nodded then once again then turned his back to me. Oh for gods sake I've now got a moody Detective in my hands.  I sighed then leaned back into my seat then downed my Cuppa soup.  I felt Sherlock's hand to grab mine and I slowly clasped mine around his, "Sherlock, to be fair that cuppa soup was way to watery,".  I heard him chuckle and I rested my head on his shoulder.  My eyelids grew heavy and I closed my eyes, "night Sherly," "goodnight Lucy," .

Two Hours later

"Lucy, get up we need to get off the train!" I groaned but opened my eyes to face a rather amused looking Sherlock.  "But I'm tired," "up," I glared at him then got out of my seat and grabbed hold of my crutches then hobbled after a surprisingly fast Sherlock and a tired looking John.  Gray's Train Station was packed with tourists and officers.  Sherlock guided us through the crowds and out of the train station then hailed us  cab.  He told the driver our address then we all climbed in and the cabbie started to drive.  Sherlock sat back and deduced the cabbie, "this cabbie has been in prison once, has three children, married twice, partly welsh, drinks around ten flasks of tea a day and smokes," we nodded and I smiled.  "I see that your deducting skills are weakening Sherlock you only deduced six facts about our cabbie," he shook his head, "no there were a lot more but if I carried on your two would of gotten bored," I smirked.  "Oh really," "yes Lucy there were a lot more," "how can I trust that?" "did I show the signs that I was lying?" "what are the signs?" "never mind," .  The cab came a holt and we got out and Sherlock paid the cabbie then we headed inside 221B Baker Street.

JOHN'S P.O.V

Lucy and Sherlock hobbled in and I followed behind closing the door behind them.  Ms Hudson hurried into the corridor and pulled me into a hug.  I patted her head and smiled at Sherlock who was trying not to laugh.  "What's the matter Ms Hudson?" "nothings the matter dearie I just missed you, you've had a lot of clients while you were gone," she let go of me.  "You know what how do you all feel about a nice cuppa tea and a biscuit?" we all nodded then followed her into her flat.

HENRI'S P.O.V

I locked the door and ran into my bedroom clutching the book.  Please don't let them get me, the sound of a old war time song filled the air and I closed my eyes.  The music grew louder and I heard the distinctive lyrics of 'The Lambeth Walk'.  Any time your Lambeth way any evening any day, you'll find us all doing the Lambeth walk! Suddenly my door was flung open and a woman dressed in white burst in.  "Goodbye Henri," she pulled a revolver out of her white satchel and I started to scramble away then a loud shot rang out and I was gone.

A/N

Sorry it took so long for me to upload but I will be able to upload more this week.  So new case?, who is the mysterious woman in white and why did she choose to play the Lambeth Walk?.  All will be revealed any who hope you all liked the chapter and please feel free to vote, comment and tell your friends.

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