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

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V

Two days later.

I plucked lazily at the strings of my violin, the sounds of the G and the E echoing around the room.  Bored, there's no Lucy or John to entertain me and Janine is at work.  I sighed before placing my violin on the chair in front of me and stretching, how exactly do people relax, it seems boring and idiotic, there much better things they could be doing in their free time besides lying about and doing nothing.  A fate worse than death or marriage, dying of boredom, now that would be an entertaining case watching the goldfish all ponder on how the person died then it would take me a matter of seconds to figure it out.  Mortis taedium, death by boredom.  I placed my violin on to Johns old chair before getting up and staring at the faded smiley face on the wall, Lucy's first head shot bullet still embedded in the wall.  Lucy, I could always go to the bistro, piss of Andre and see her.  That would cure the boredom.

Twenty minutes later, the Bistro.

I sat down in a chair and waited, I can't see her.  Andre came over to me a nasty grin planted on his face, I just raised an eyebrow.

"How are you today Sherlock?" I leaned back into the chair before looking him in the eyes.

"I'd like to see Lucy."

"She's on her lunch break."

"Where does she usually go?" He smiled once again.

"Why would I tell you?"

"You'll tell me because you know what I can do, and will do if you do not." I saw him swallow before he sighed.

"Gregg's, she's at Gregg's." I nodded before getting up and starting to walk out of the door, he called after me,

"She'll never forgive you, she won't, not even the mighty Sherlock Holmes can get her to!" 

I walked out into the street, my eyes searching for Gregg's before I walked towards it, I wonder what she's doing.  I looked through the window and watched as she stared absentmindedly down at her coffee.  I opened the door and walked in before sitting down in front of her.  She didn't even look up as she talked.

"What do you want Sherlock?" I shrugged.

"I'm bored." She glanced briefly up at me.

"You're lonely." I frowned and watched as the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"I'm not lonely, if anything you're the one that is lonely."  She sipped at her coffee before looking up a me.

"How's Janine?"

"Don't change the subject." She sighed and blinked.

"If you weren't lonely why would you come to find me?" I paused before staring her dead in the eye.

"You have missed it.  Admit it.The thrill of the chase, the blood pumping through your veins, just the two of us against the world-"

"Three of us against the world, you forgot to add John in."

"Why would I add him in?  He's settled down into a boring civilian life with Mary." She put her hands over mine.

"Sherlock I admit that at times I miss it, yes even though I started out hating the idea of even being involved with murder, deception and pain, I have learned to love it but Sherlock understand this when I say this, I miss what was once my life and I miss you but I cannot return to Baker Street, I think we both know that it would never be the same again.  So I'll say this to you, forget about me, delete me from your mind palace, go to Janine and live out your life with her, because I know you think of me and it breaks my heart." A tear rolled down her cheek and fell into her coffee.  I just stared at her, my eyes feeling hot and uncomfortable.  I gulped, swallowing the lump in my throat before feeling a tear roll steadily down my cheek.  I wiped it away before leaning forwards and kissing her on the forehead.

"Lucy, I'm sorry that I have caused you pain, I'll leave now but um..." I felt a great weight build on my chest, constricting my breathing.

"Um... I hope that you'll be happy." I got and walked out into the cold air and hailed a cab before getting in and turning on my phone and scrolling through my contacts before I came to hers and staring once more down at the picture of me and her together before pressing delete.  A tear dropped down onto the screen, magnifying the pixels.  Goodbye. I walked slowly towards Lucys' room in my mind palace, a key in my hand and I closed my eyes as I locked it and threw the key out of the window.  

LUCY'S P.O.V

Five hours later, her flat.

I pulled the blanket around me and stared up the the ceiling, my eyes only seeing its faults.  A dull ache in my chest reminded me of him, his laugh, the way his eyes would look for my approval and the way he'd hold me in his arms and tell me everything was alright.  I'm not alright.  I stared a up into the light let the mix of its yellow blare and the tears in my eyes create a bokeh effect.  That light is like the sun, he knew practically nothing about the solar system.  I got back up and let the blanket drop to the floor as I walked out of my bedroom and into the main room.  The room was cold even with the spring sun beating through the windows.  I grabbed my cigarette packet and a lighter of the side before lighting myself one and popping the end in my mouth and drawing on it, that's better.  I sat down on the sofa and switched on the tv and watched as it lit up to reveal Mycroft. I groaned in annoyance before he started to talk.

"I trust I have your attention?" I nodded before folding my arms and watching lazily as he carried on.

"I know you may not want to hear this but you're in danger, at the moment you have exactly three snipers ready to fire at your head and I'm guessing you'd like to know why?" Panic built up in my chest and I slid down onto the floor before motioning for him to carry on.

"Miss Adler, three hours ago your Sister sent a top secret Russian file to your phone, this contains confidential Russian military plans and the Russians believe that you have read it so along with their plans, you are going to have to be eliminated.  I called my Brother but he wasn't picking up, I'm not surprised after this afternoons' events but all you need to do is stay where you are, I've got my men onto the assassins now." I took the cigarette out of my mouth at put it into a cup on the coffee table before speaking.

"Why did she send the files to me if she knew the Russians would send assassains?" Mycroft chuckled slightly before looking dead on it what ever camera was filming him.

"Something big is going to happen and I'm sorry but you and your old flatmates are in the middle of it.  Send my love to Sherlock will you, goodbye." 

"Mycroft wait!" The screen went static before coming up with Dickinsons' Real Deal.  I'm in the middle of something big, terrorist attack? Release of British Government files? Murder? I clucked my tongue, he's probably suggesting that I should move back in with Sherlock, who does he think he is? I'm can't go back there and expect for Sherlock to forget what happened, it's gone too far now to turn back, even for a second.

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V

I threw the assassin off the rooftop before staring down into Lucy's flat, watching as she watched the television.  I felt a pang in my heart but I ignored it, she's not yours to worry about anymore, leave her alone.  I stared down at the assassains' broken body below, I better get going, before anyone see's me.  I turned around and walked back down the stairs trying to not think about her, the woman.

A/N

Hello Sherlockians! How are you all?  And American's what did you think of His Last Vow?  Anyway I'm starting another case for the three/fourish/fiveish of them so I probably won't be writing His Last Vow for another couple of chapters.  I went to see Twelve Years a Slave on Tuesday and I loved it, I admit that it was one of the best films I have ever seen.  So what did you all think of the chapter? This will probably be the last tiny Lulock moment for a while as shit is about to go down in this book.  As always please feel free to vote, comment and tell your friends :)

-E.A.Y Thorpe-Downey x