Sentiment {Sherlock BBC}

65. "Swift Kick."

"Are you serious? No, really, are you?" Culverton asked and turned to walk toward John. "Are you ... are you actually serious?" Culverton asked and walked away. "I've played along with this joke. It's not funny any more. No... look at him." Culverton said motioning to Sherlock He was blinking like crazing, trying to take deep breaths, and was trying hard to keep steady. "Go ahead, look at him, Doctor Watson! Hm? Oh, no, I'll lay it out for you. There are two possible explanations for what's going on 'ere. Either I'm a serial killer... or Sherlock Holmes is off his tits on drugs, hm? Delusional paranoia about a-a public personality? That's not so special. It's not even new! I think you need to, er, tell your faithful little friend how you're wasting his time because you're too high to know what's real any more." Culverton growled in anger.

"I apologize." Sherlock said and I looked up at him in shock. "I-I-I've miscalculated. I forgot to factor in the traffic! Nineteen and a half minutes." Sherlock said. We could hear clicking in the distance and Sherlock looked at the door. "Ah, the footsteps you're about to hear will be very familiar to you, not least because there'll be three impacts rather than two. The third, of course, will be the end of a walking cane. Your daughter Faith's walking cane." Sherlock said. I eyed him in confusion.

"And why would she be here?" Culverton asked.

You invited her. You sent her a text – or-or-or technically I sent her a text but she's not to know. Ah, let's see if I can recall. "Faith... I can stand it no longer, I've confessed... to my crimes. Please forgive me!"" Sherlock said reciting the text he sent.

"Why would that have any effect? You don't know her." Culverton said.

"Oh, but I do. I spent a whole evening with her. We had chips." Sherlock smiled. I looked at John, anger and jealously seeping through my skin, radiating out in heat waves. "I think she liked me." Sherlock smiled. I clutched onto John's arm and he rubbed my back.

"Calm down," he whispered.

"You don't know Faith. You simply do not." Culverton smiled.

"I know you care about her deeply. I know you invited her to one of your special board meetings. You care what she thinks. You maintain an impressive façade. I think it's about to break. She came to Baker Street."

"No she didn't." Culverton said.

"She came to see me because she was scared of her daddy." Sherlock continued.

"Never happened. Is this another one of your drug-fuelled fantasies?" Culverton asked. Fantasy?!

"Well, let's see, shall we? Faith, stop loitering at the door and come in! This is your father's favorite room. Come and meet his best friends." Sherlock said. I turned toward a beautifully framed woman with glasses.

"Dad?" She asked. I looked over at Sherlock who looked at her with wide eyes. "What's happening? What was that text? Are you having one of your jokes? Who are you?" She asked Sherlock. I eyed him from John's grasp on my arm. She didn't even know him? He FANTASIZED about another woman?!

"Who the hell are you?" Sherlock asked her.

"Sherlock Holmes! Surely you recognize him." Culverton said to his daughter.

"Oh my God!" She said. "Sherlock Holmes! I love your blog." She said.

"Yeah, everyone does." I commented earning about two seconds of her attention.

"You're not her. You're not the woman who came to Baker Street." Sherlock said.

"Um, well, no. Never been there." She said.

"Sorry, I'm not sure I completely understand." Sherlock said looking confused, sad, and amused all at the same time.

"U-understand what?" She asked.