How They Met Alice (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Okay this is just kind of a filler chapter. Just some little details. Sorry it's boring.

(Alice’s POV: )

 The cab ride back to 221b was awkward with me imbetween Sherlock and John. Sherlock had pressed himself against the door as far away from me as he could get and John sat next to me, just not close enough to be intimate. John held the briefcase in his lap, looking at it as if it was a poisonous snake. He didn’t know enough about me to make conversation, so he sat there rigidly, trying to come up with something. Sherlock just stared out the window, not letting himself get an inch closer to me. I was a bit offended at that but didn’t complain.

After what seemed an eternity, we got back to their flat. Sherlock shut himself in his bedroom and John put the case where we could keep an eye on it.

 “He seems upset.” I said, sitting down in Sherlocks chair and nodding my head in the direction of his bedroom.

 “He’s not used to being forced, or persuaded to do things.” John explained, looking sadly at his cold cuppa.

 “I didn’t really force him, did I?” I asked. I didn’t really know my own abilities at times. John shrugged, moving into the kitchen. “I just wanted his resources to help take care of it. I couldn’t get my families help...” I added bitterly.

 “Speaking of which, Sherlock said you had a big, rich family. How’d that work out?” John asked, opening the microwave to reheat his tea, but jumping and closing it again. “I shoulda' learned by now...” He mumbled.

 “Inheritance.” I answered simply. “My family was already big.”

 “Hm. Hey, I think I have some coffee. Want some?” John offered.

 “Black, two sugars please.” I answered.

 “That’s how Sherlock likes his.” John chuckled. I wrinkled my nose, unhappy Sherlock liked the same things I did.

 “It needs to be done by the end of the week, so we should get started.” I said, not moving. John handed me his laptop.

 “Oh, let me get the password real quick.” He offered.

 “Already got it, thanks.” I replied. He blew out slowly through his mouth and went to go get our tea and coffee. I went and booked all three of us on a semi-private jet to Venice  at 12:30 tomorrow afternoon. I was able to hack into the Holmes’ bank account to pay for the trip. I smiled. Mycroft wouldn’t be happy. I printed the tickets as John gave me my coffee.

 “That was fast.” He commented. I didn’t really know how to respond so just grabbed the tickets and put them in one of my pockets.

 “Our flight is leaving at 12:30 tomorrow afternoon. I suggest packing an overnight bag; we may be there longer than expected.” I informed him.

 “Why would we be there longer than expected?” John asked.

 “I have enemies.” I said simply. John didn’t seem relieved. Sherlock burst out of his room and almost sat on me. He didn’t notice me he was so deep in thought. “Oy!” I cried out. He glanced at me and moved to the couch, almost making John spill his tea on himself. John barely noticed and just moved to his chair.

 “What the h*ll could he possibly be concentrating on? He doesn’t have a case.” I complained.

 “Shut up!” Sherlock shouted. I raised an eyebrow and watched him stare at nothing in particular on the floor. I huffed.

 “Ignore him... we’ll know soon enough.” John sighed, getting up and going into his room and leaving Sherlock and I alone. As soon as John was upstairs, Sherlock looked at me and got up, and in two strides  was in front of me. His face was two inches from mine and looked like he was concentrating intensely. I had squished myself as far as I could into the back of the chair. I was scowling as his eyes moved relentlessly, studying every feature of my face. My hands gripped the armrests, not moving because I knew he was just observing  me. I still found it awkward and intruding. I cleared my throat.

 “Erm... Sherlock? Please move away.” I asked. His eyes stopped at mine and lingered before him backing up. I cleared my throat again and sat up straight, straightening my shirt awkwardly. He sat back down on the couch and continued to stare at me. He didn’t need to be that close to me to read me. We stared at each other until John came down with a duffel bag. He looked at us each in turn.

 “Did I miss something?” John asked, setting down the bag by the door. We didn’t reply or even stop glaring at each other. “Oookay...” John trailed off. Sherlock broke our staring match and went back in his room without another word. I rubbed my eyes and sighed.

 (Third Person View: )

 Alice fell asleep on the couch as it got later. Sherlock had come out and just sat on John’s laptop. John read a book across from Sherlock. Sherlock  glanced at Alice and began typing furiously.

 “What are you doing now?” John asked.

 “Searching Alice.” He replied. John thought for a moment.

 “Is it rude to search someone?” He asked. It was more to himself than to Sherlock, who was getting frustrated. He couldn’t get any results. He had looked on every search engine he could and even country and legal records. There were plenty of Alice White’s but none that matched theirs.

 “Phone.”  Sherlock demanded, holding his hand out for John’s phone again. He sighed and gave it to his friend.

 “Mycroft. I need information on Alice White. –SH” He texted.

 “Must you interrupt me, brother?” Mycroft replied.

 “Alice White. –SH”

 “I don’t know anyone by that name.”

 “You must. –SH”

 “I can look. I’ll get back to you tomorrow.” Sherlock, satisfied, went to bed.

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Chapter 2! whoohoo!