Change of hearts 6

Change of hearts 6

Allie's POV
Later that afternoon, the three of us were sitting around the livingroom in comfortable silence. John had taken a seat at the bureau and was typing away on his laptop while Sherlock was laying on his back on the long couch holding his hands as if he was praying. He hadn't said a word for the last hour and that fact scared me but at the same time I somehow felt... Peaceful. I choose this quiet moment to catch up on some reading while I filed my nails.
"You bit your nails when you were a kid."the voice of Sherlock suddenly said, breaking the sweet silence. "How can you tell?"I asked him, knowing he liked to show off his thinkingpatron but honestly enough... I really did want to know how he knew.
"Simple."the detective told me. "Your nails are always in a perfect condition. You file them everyday and even carry a file around in your purse for so called 'nailemergencies'. Still, though you spend quite a while time at your nails, you never wear nailpolish or even have one bottle of it in your possession. Conclusion? As a kid you used to wear nailpolish all the time to prevent you from biting your nails what caused for some sort of trauma about nailpolish now.".
"You know what Sherlock?"I asked the brilliant detective. My short pause made that he glanced to the side so he could look at me, curious about what I was going to say next. "Your brain is way too smart for your own good.". "That's how you see it."he replied. "No Sherlock."John joined the conversation. "That's how a lot of people see it.".

Sherlock's POV
That evening Mrs. Hudson had cooked dinner for all of us as usual. The conversation at the table basicly went about how our landlady hoped that having a girl around the apartment would help 'her boys' to clean up their messes once in a while. Allie, being the well raised and social girl she is, laughed at this and assured Mrs. Hudson she would try her best but that she wasn't a miracleworker.
After this Allie knew to put the attention on Mrs. Hudson's applepie we were having for dessert, telling her she had to give her new renter the recipe once. Some other chit-chat followed, it was clear that Mrs. Hudson always had wanted a daughter, and eventually Allie offered to help the old woman with cleaning up which the latter of course refused. After all, our new 'roomie' had still enough to unpack. Not minding to fight the woman's demand, Allie went upstairs to decorate her new room while John and I returned to our apartment.
"What are you going to do?"John asked as he saw that I grabbed my coat and scarf. He had taken a seat again behind the desk. Knowing him he would probably blab about Allie, the new addition to our team, on his blog. "Out."I simply replied. "Out to where?"was his predictable question. "Through the door and then to the right."I answered matter-of-factelly. "Though I may change may mind and go to left instead.".
"So... You're going for a walk?"my partner asked. "Yes John."I said, getting bored to point out the obvious. "Why?"he wanted to know. "To think."I pointed out. "The brain needs oxygen to functionate and I'm in a desprate need of fresh air.". John seemed to be satisfied by this explanation, knowing that if I hung around the flat much longer I would grow bored and a certain wall would knew that then. "Okay. Have fun."he simply answered as I walked out of the door.

Being that it was already dark made that the temperature of earlier today had dropped, though it wasn't that cold in my opinion. My shoes made a constant tapping sound on the pavement with every step I took while my mind was 'cleaning up'. Today had been a long day for me since Allie moved in. A new person to analyse, a new file to make and to fill. Through the whole day I had gathered as much information as I could from the girl and now I was analysing every detail on its own and put down my conclusion along in that one file in my mind that was reserved for Allie.
That's when I heard the second pair of footsteps on the pavement. Someone was following me and not just any ordinairy person... The footsteps got accompanied by something else that made an extra tap on the ground. Like a cane. Or an umbrella. "Evening Mycroft."I said and turned around to face my older brother. "Did the goverment cut your leash so you could take a walk?". "Nice to see you too Sherlock."Mycroft replied, ignoring the insult.
"What do you want?"I asked him. "Can't I just visit my little brother to see how he's doing?"he wanted to know on which I snorted. "Like you ever did that in the past."I pointed out. At this Mycroft took a few steps closer and then offered me a cigarette which I gladly accepted. "I heard you made a new friend."he spoke after he both lit my cigarette aswell as his. I slowly exhaled the smoke in the cold nightair. "Is that why you're here? To ask me about Allie?".
"Allison Jamesson, yes."Mycroft said. "You do know she comes out of an important family, right?". "If you mean with important rich, then yes."I admitted. "That's not what I mean Sherlock."my brother spoke. "Her grandfather, the one who's murdercase you handled, started up Jamesson Industries. The biggest diamonddistributer of whole England. Her father also worked in the business and he created a diamond he called Pandora. A diamond that would rule the world someday.".
"Not the diamond but the person who has it rules the world."I remarked. "So who has the diamond?". "No-one."Mycroft replied. "Allison's father never spoke of the place where he held the diamond. When he died lots of people searched for it but it was never found.". "You think Allie may know where her father kept it."I realised.
"And if she does and if she tells you about it, I hope you'll inform me?". He couldn't help to ask it as a question cause he knew that if he 'ordered' it, there wouldn't be a chance that I would do it. "Hmmm... I'll see if I feel like it."I told him. Then there was silence. Not an awkward silence cause Mycroft and I used to live like this when we were still living under one roof. No... The silence was rather comfortable. And that same silence got broken by the sound of my cellphone telling me I had recieved a text.

Hmmm... Coconut. You better hurry Sherlock. The water is already turning red. – JM

A memory flashed through my head from earlier today: 'Why did you buy showergell that smells like coconuts?'. 'Because I like it.'.
Running back all the way to Bakerstreet would take me about twenty minutes. But I would be quicker if... "You're car is waiting for you around the corner, right?"I asked my brother quickly. "Yes."he replied. "Why?". "I need a ride."I told him. "Allie is in trouble.".