My Association with Sherlock Holmes

My Association with Sherlock Holmes part 3

Chapter 3: Welcome to My Past🔎

*Susan's POV*

I young gentleman with blonde, military cut hair, and wearing a generic gray suit opened the door," Sherlock? what is it? why are you--" he stopped short when he saw me. His brows lifted in a surprised expression,"You're a woman," he pointed out. He looked at Mr. Holmes with a baffled grin,"You've got a woman with you! Now this must be something different! Come inside, Mary's just putting on tea."

Mr. Holmes followed the gentleman into the flat, without question, but I didn't fail to see the roll of his eyes. He seemed annoyed at the man for pointing out that he was with a woman. Was that so uncommon for him? I smiled inwardly. For some reason, the idea wasn't far fetched.

I straightened my back and trailed in after Mr. Holmes and his friend. We passed through a small entryway and into a parlor. It was very nice, and furnished in the modern style. It was small in terms of size, but open and airy with the placement of the decor. A young woman with short blonde hair and a bright smile, bustled in with a tray of biscuits. Her bright red dress looked a little standoffish against the simple backdrop of clean, white furnishings.

"Hello, Sherlock!" she smiled and gave Mr. Holmes a peck on the cheek. She handed the tray off to the military man,"thank you, dear," she turned to face me. Her smile was so bright and genuine, that it caught me off guard, "I am so glad that you could join us Miss..."

"Turner," Mr. Holmes answered for me,"Susan Turner. She will be assisting me in some experiments."

"Well..." The military man smiled,"Assisting, eh?" He extended his hand out to me in a gentleman's handshake,"I'm Doctor John Watson, and this is my lovely wife, Mary."

Mary gave me a tight hug. Never had I received such a warm welcome by complete strangers!

"Now," Doctor Watson took a seat in his chair,"What is the about the suicide of a government official? A mission sent from Mycroft, I assume?"

"Mycroft?" I asked.

Mr. Holmes waved it off,"Just an idiot I have the misfortune knowing on a private level." He sat with his fingers steepled beneath his chin. I looked to Doctor Watson for more information.

"Brothers," he offered. I nodded.

"Yes, well, he did indeed contact me," Mr. Holmes rubbed his temples in irritation,"And told me that it may have something to do with--" he stopped himself and frowned at Dr. Watson," with, you-know-who."

Dr. Watson and his wife both looked grim,"Why does he think that?" Dr. Watson suddenly seemed extremely uncomfortable with my presence.

"Mycroft believes," Sherlock sighed,"That Mr. Hartwrite wasn't alone on the night of his apparent suicide. He says that there was a note left by a one 'Dark Angel'." he tapped his foot rhythmically.

"What did the note say?" Mary asked quietly, as if she were afraid of the answer.

Sherlock stopped tapping and looked at Dr. Watson in a secret understanding,"'Did you miss me?'"

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*Sherlock's POV*

John buried his head in his hands and let out a long, shaky breath. He rubbed his face and covered his mouth with his hands. He closed his eyes in deep thought. Mary put her hands near her throat, as if struggling to breathe. The only one that looked as if they didn't understand, was Miss Susan Turner. She looked worriedly from Dr. Watson to Mrs. Watson to myself. She seemed very concerned, and for good reason. James Moriarty was a villain if ever there was one. He called himself a consulting criminal just as I called myself a consulting detective. But the worst of it was, he was clever. Nearly as clever as myself.