Chapter 5: The Text

Author's Note:

I’m so sorry for not updating, but homework’s been killing. Well, I’ve been encouraged to continue, so I will. This is a rather interesting chapter, maybe funny (I tried), maybe not. But anyways, I’ll shut up and leave you to read. Enjoy! 

Back at 221B, I sighed and collapsed into a chair. Molly was right. This… cowardice… was unacceptable coming from the world’s only consulting detective.  I was going to do something about Irene today. Now, in fact. I pulled out my phone, determined to do it.

Next week Tuesday. Baker

Street. If convenient, come.

If inconvenient, come

anyways.

-SH 

My finger hovered over the send button, just about to press it. But something held me back.

“John!”

“Yes, Sherlock?” John came into the room, holding an apple.

“Can you read this text that I’m going to send to Irene?”

John took my phone, read the text and stared at me. I waited, eyes closed. I could feel his gaze boring into me. Finally, I opened my eyes.

“Well, what do you think?”

“I think that you were deprived of air at birth.”

“Are you insulting my intelligence?”

“YES I AM YOU PRAT!”

“Well, what’s wrong with it?” I was getting impatient.

“So many things, Sherlock. So many things.”

“And they are…?”

“First of all, that’s not an invite, that’s a freaking command!”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“So many things, Sherlock. So many things.”

I sighed. This wasn’t getting anywhere.

“And they are…?”

“Ms. Adler is a strong, independent woman, not a pet dog!”

“I never said she was.”

“You’re sure acting like it.”

“And what’s wrong wi- you know what? Never mind. If you know how to do…..this…. so well, then write the text for me!”

John looked dumbfounded. For no good reason. He should’ve seen this coming straight at him. I handed him the phone, and he took it. His mouth worked up and down a few times, and he spluttered. I leaned back, steepled my hands, and closed my eyes. Spluttering sounds continued to reach my ears. Finally, I opened one eye.

“Well…?”

“If I ever agree to help you ever again, hold my head underwater until I stop struggling.”

I laughed. How John.

“Fine, I’ll dictate. ‘Dear Irene. It’s been awhile. I’d like to gat back in touch with you. How about dinner? Text me back with good times. No guarantee that I will match. –SH’. “ I closed my eyes again.

“Whoa…. where’d all that humanness come from?” The keys clacked as John finished keying the message in, and there was a beep when he pressed the send button.

“I’ve been saving it up.” I heard the smugness in my own voice, but I didn’t care.

Ahhhh. The sound startled us both.

“She replied!” My voice sounded disgustingly happy, with a tinge of… nervous.

John fumbled with the phone before pulling up the text.

“She said ‘Anytime is the right time, Mister Holmes.’”

“Well, text her back. Tomorrow at 3.”

“No. You are nowhere near ready for this. Thursday at 3.” 

“Fine…. And call Molly!”

Author's Note:

Sorry for the short chapter! Please don't hurt me! But anyways... what do you think? Leave comments below.

Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks,

Wendy KL/vivagreen