Say My Name 4/6
anonymous
January 21 2011, 23:36:48 UTC
They pick the man up for Mycroft within a few streets of Baker Street -- short sandy hair, watch on left wrist, red shirt with black jeans. Probably John Watson.
He takes being kidnapped rather well. He smiles at her. "Hi, Anthea. How've you been?"
Definitely John Watson. She gives him a brief smile. "Fine," she says, and goes back to typing out her message. ...found no sign of Moriarty in Germany, but reports say...
"What are you doing?" John asks.
"Working."
"What are you working on?"
"Work?"
"Ah, right. Of course." John's quiet for a few minutes, before he says, "If Anthea's not your real name, what is?"
"None of your business," she replies, because her real name is for family (she even has a false identity assigned to her, from working for Mycroft). "If you don't like Anthea, you can call me Elizabeth."
"Anthea's fine," John says. "It's very pretty."
"Thank you."
After his meeting with Mycroft, he says, "So, are you seeing anyone?"
"No."
She's done with work emails and is looking through her own email inbox when she feels his presence over her shoulder. She folds the phone protectively to her chest. "Hey!"
He sits back immediately, hands up. "Sorry. I just wanted to see what you were staring at so intently. But -- were those pictures of my flat?"
She'd been emailing screencaps of Sherlock in hilarious poses to herself and sometimes to Sherlock, because after the last one, he'd asked suspiciously, Who is this? Are you one of Moriarty's men?, and that had just been. Well, really funny -- more funny than it should be, considering Moriarty was a madman and a criminal mastermind and the reason she'd been coming in to work on Saturdays.
But she doesn't have anything against John, so she tilts her phone back, letting him see the screen. "They're from his security detail," she explains. John nods at the words 'security detail'. He doesn't seem surprised. "I'm saving the funny ones."
"Why?" he asks, tilting his head inquisitively. He laughs when she scrolls through her saved images and shows him the one where Sherlock's perched on the seat of an armchair like an overgrown bird.
"Just for fun," she says. "I might add a caption and post them on his forum if he does something really annoying. You already posted his picture on your blog, so it can't hurt any more."
"You read my blog?"
He sounds altogether too pleased at the prospect, so she says, "I monitor it. But it's alright."
When the car stops at Baker Street but before he leaves, he asks her to email him some of the better pictures.
She does.
--
From: john@johnwatsonblog.co.uk To: saymyname@gmail.com Subject: Hey, I know you!
I know you online, I mean. You're the one who posted the comment on Sherlock's website, the one about deductive reasoning. Sherlock said you were wrong, I know, but that doesn't make it any less funny. Lestrade (do you know Lestrade?) got a kick out of it too.
Anyway, thanks for the pictures. I'm sure they'll come in useful for the next time Sherlock's being a tosser. =)
John
--
She trades emails irregularly with him after that, one or two times a week -- just small things. Sometimes she passes him stills from the surveillance footage. After John knows about her, it only takes Sherlock another day to connect her to her online identity, but it's still funny. Sometimes Sherlock forgets about the hidden cameras in his flat and she gets to see his reaction when he opens her emails.
Other times, he tells her about the cases they go on, especially the more exciting ones. She forwards those messages to Mycroft without even a tiny smidgeon of guilt. John already knows she does (and her emails are probably monitored anyway). Whenever he tells her about a case, he also leaves a short message for Mycroft, even if it's something like "Sherlock won't say it, but thanks for getting us out of jail" or "tell Mycroft the security detail following Sherlock almost tipped off the suspect, by the way".
They pick the man up for Mycroft within a few streets of Baker Street -- short sandy hair, watch on left wrist, red shirt with black jeans. Probably John Watson.
He takes being kidnapped rather well. He smiles at her. "Hi, Anthea. How've you been?"
Definitely John Watson. She gives him a brief smile. "Fine," she says, and goes back to typing out her message. ...found no sign of Moriarty in Germany, but reports say...
"What are you doing?" John asks.
"Working."
"What are you working on?"
"Work?"
"Ah, right. Of course." John's quiet for a few minutes, before he says, "If Anthea's not your real name, what is?"
"None of your business," she replies, because her real name is for family (she even has a false identity assigned to her, from working for Mycroft). "If you don't like Anthea, you can call me Elizabeth."
"Anthea's fine," John says. "It's very pretty."
"Thank you."
After his meeting with Mycroft, he says, "So, are you seeing anyone?"
"No."
She's done with work emails and is looking through her own email inbox when she feels his presence over her shoulder. She folds the phone protectively to her chest. "Hey!"
He sits back immediately, hands up. "Sorry. I just wanted to see what you were staring at so intently. But -- were those pictures of my flat?"
She'd been emailing screencaps of Sherlock in hilarious poses to herself and sometimes to Sherlock, because after the last one, he'd asked suspiciously, Who is this? Are you one of Moriarty's men?, and that had just been. Well, really funny -- more funny than it should be, considering Moriarty was a madman and a criminal mastermind and the reason she'd been coming in to work on Saturdays.
But she doesn't have anything against John, so she tilts her phone back, letting him see the screen. "They're from his security detail," she explains. John nods at the words 'security detail'. He doesn't seem surprised. "I'm saving the funny ones."
"Why?" he asks, tilting his head inquisitively. He laughs when she scrolls through her saved images and shows him the one where Sherlock's perched on the seat of an armchair like an overgrown bird.
"Just for fun," she says. "I might add a caption and post them on his forum if he does something really annoying. You already posted his picture on your blog, so it can't hurt any more."
"You read my blog?"
He sounds altogether too pleased at the prospect, so she says, "I monitor it. But it's alright."
When the car stops at Baker Street but before he leaves, he asks her to email him some of the better pictures.
She does.
--
From: john@johnwatsonblog.co.uk
To: saymyname@gmail.com
Subject: Hey, I know you!
I know you online, I mean. You're the one who posted the comment on Sherlock's website, the one about deductive reasoning. Sherlock said you were wrong, I know, but that doesn't make it any less funny. Lestrade (do you know Lestrade?) got a kick out of it too.
Anyway, thanks for the pictures. I'm sure they'll come in useful for the next time Sherlock's being a tosser. =)
John
--
She trades emails irregularly with him after that, one or two times a week -- just small things. Sometimes she passes him stills from the surveillance footage. After John knows about her, it only takes Sherlock another day to connect her to her online identity, but it's still funny. Sometimes Sherlock forgets about the hidden cameras in his flat and she gets to see his reaction when he opens her emails.
Other times, he tells her about the cases they go on, especially the more exciting ones. She forwards those messages to Mycroft without even a tiny smidgeon of guilt. John already knows she does (and her emails are probably monitored anyway). Whenever he tells her about a case, he also leaves a short message for Mycroft, even if it's something like "Sherlock won't say it, but thanks for getting us out of jail" or "tell Mycroft the security detail following Sherlock almost tipped off the suspect, by the way".
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