BBC Sherlock: A Good Neighbor

[RealisticFantasy]

"It's not as funny the second time." She lifts her gaze at the sound of the approaching waiter, opening her mouth to say something. She shuts it with a small pout as she sees Sherlock wave him off, turning her attention back to the menu. "What do you think I should get? You know how indecisive I am. It's an issue." With a chuckle, she looks to him and folds her hands over the menu.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

His eyes raked over the woman as his lips grew into a frown. "I see. This is some prank? I won't have you wasting my time then." He said with an annoyed glance as he took a sip from his water. His eyes running over his phone for a few seconds before he moved to leave. He was in no mood for some obsessive fan to be bothering him while he was busy working on a case and trying to figure out where Olivia had run off to.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"You really don't remember me? I see..." The disappointment is evident so she attempts to cover it up by taking a large sip of water. She forces a cheery attitude despite it being far too obvious that what he said upset her. "Well, that's alright. Everyone has their moments. I'm Robyn. With a 'y'. That jog your memory at all?" She smiles but it quickly fades when she looks away for a moment.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He settled back down for a second as he stared at her for a few seconds. Struggling to bring to light her name from any source of remembrance of her name as he sighed softly. "I'm gonna need you to elaborate darling." He said as charming as he could muster, though it didn't seem too hard to charm her, she was already very clearly obsessed.

 

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Robyn frowns, drumming her perfectly painted nails on the table. "I bet she's done this to you. She's brainwashing you. She, she is like a parasite. We used to be happy, you and I. Then, John came. And I don't blame him. He's a good man. But, she ruined everything." Robyn glances down at the time which she had begun to dig her nails into. Looking back to Sherlock, she puts on her best smile. "If you'll excuse me, I need to, uh, powder my nose." She slides out of the booth, heading to the bathroom before he can say anything.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock watched this loon of a woman for a moment. Leaning back when she excused herself as he sighed softly, watching her retreat as he waited for her. Struggling to remember what she was from, perhaps she was one of the cleaning ladies...? No. Probably not, he didn't think any of those women/men had a mean bone in their body. Who was she?

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Robyn takes a few moments to recollect herself in the bathroom. She didn't want to spoil the moment so she figured to reconcile her outburst she could tell him the good news. Returning to the table, she flashes him a grin. "The good thing is that after tonight you'll never have to worry about her ruining things. I know, I know. It's pretty great. But you can thank me later." She giggles, taking another sip of her water. "We should probably order soon. I'm sure we've wasted enough time drinking free water."

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock looked at her with a growing sense of concern for Olivia's well being. Sherlock's eyes raked over her, she hadn't taken very much time to clean herself up before showing up. That much was clear. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at her with a growing sense of violence. "Robyn. What did you do to Olivia?" He asked as he gritted his teeth. He was not opposed to taking her hostage if he needed to, he's already deduced she wasn't carrying a weapon, her tight clothing didn't allow for it.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Robyn sits back in the booth with a soft sigh. "I'm not going to tell you. Because then you'll want to try and save her and I can't let you do that." She studies him for a moment over the rim of her glass as she takes another sip of water. Setting the glass down, she slides out of the booth. "Well, looks like dinner's a bust. Text me when you've got yourself straightened out." As she speaks, she leans down to kiss Sherlock's cheek.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock watched her for a moment before nodding softly. Once she had left, he followed her, and when no one was around, he forcefully grabbed her. Putting her arms behind her as he forced her hand up between her shoulder blades as he moved her towards his flat, saying nothing until he got there where he tied her up and called John. Leaving her laying face down on the floor as he paced. When John showed up, he stared at the girl for a moment before back at Sherlock. "What the hell have you done?" He asked as his eyes landed on the girl. "She abducted and probably killed Olivia, so I tied her up to get answers." He said glaring at the woman.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

This was all a game to Robyn. That's all anything ever was, a silly little game. She actually thrilled to be inside of Sherlock's apartment. In a few short days, she was certain she would be living here, happily with Sherlock. Even the air of the apartment smelled of him and the thought that it had taken this long to get here made her heart ache. That thrill ebbed away her concern for being tied up. Robyn contorts herself awkwardly to lift her head and speak. "Look what she's done to you. You'll thank me later."

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock was beyond ready to slam the back of his foot into her head to push her back down. ''Dammit. Where on earth is that duck tape?" He said pacing into the kitchen as John looked at the woman before back at Sherlock. "She abducted Olivia? But why?" "She's some deranged fan who first of all thinks we have met before. Which we haven't and second thinks that Olivia some how managed to brainwash me. Which wouldn't be possible even if she wasn't a crack addict." He said glaring at her for a few seconds before looking at John. "I know where she hid Olivia. She couldn't make it more obvious, but I don't know specifically which one, and second, I didn't want to leave her here on the streets." He said with a sigh as he looked at John. Sherlock fiddled nervously, he knew John didn't like Olivia for pretty valid reasons, but he also was a kind person. John lifted his hands with a nod. "Alright, I don't like Olivia after everything that happened, but she doesn't deserve to die at the hands of a psycho path."

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"I am not the psychopath. She's the psychopath. I would never hurt you, Sherlock. And she's done nothing but hurt you. I am trying to look out for you! I love you and she will never love you the way I do. All the time and the planning and the patience and the waiting. Oh, the waiting! I did all of it for you, all of it." She pauses to relax her muscles from twisting into a position where she could speak, letting out muffled laughter into the floorboards. Glancing over at John, she lifts her head again and wiggles to get a look at Sherlock. It wasn't a comfortable position but it was survivable. "You didn't even mention her until a few minutes ago." There was a small pause in which Robyn cracked a smirk before adding in a singsong voice, "Surely if you truly care about her, you wouldn't have let her go so easily."

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock looked at the women before looking at John. "It is a very good thing you have hidden that gun of mine." He said before looking back at her. His lips twisting into a cruel smile as he looked over her. "You're right. A psycho path at least has a level of intelligence. You're just some petty woman who has spent too many hours reading over John's blog. Taking time to orchestrate a plan you think as genius whereas an actual genius sees straight through it. You've created a relationship in your head between you and I and you've become so obsessive about it that you'd remove a woman to an abandoned strip of a subway. I can tell you think you're pretty from the care over your nails, but truly under all that bought beauty you're nothing but a troll with a sour personality."

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Robyn is finally shut up for the time being as her eyes flick back and forth, scanning Sherlock's expression for any sign that he might be joking. After finding to evidence that would prove that he was anything but serious, her voice drops to an emotionless murmur. "She's going to die regardless of what you say." Robyn tries to bite back her smirk but bursts into laughter, her whole body shaking as she drops her head back to the floor as if she's told some hilarious joke.




The water had risen to Olivia's ankles when she stood on the platform, which made her far too anxious to even think about sleep. She had decided to do another lap of the stretch of tunnel, thinking that maybe the pressure of the water created an exit for her. Hopping into the now waist-high stream made her entire body tense from the cold. It wasn't cold enough to cause harm to her body but it certainly wasn't comfortable. The trek felt far longer now that the water slowed her pace. As she waded through the darkness, a wave of water came crashing over her head, sending her tumbling underneath the surface.


She coughs and splutters as she resurfaces with the water nearly at her shoulders when it settles and now rising faster than before. With the the current running stronger, Olivia was in no state to fight it. She was forced to retreat back to the platform, despite being fairly certain that the water had broken through somewhere. Her wet hair clings to her face as she leans against the wall of the platform, panting and shivering.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock gritted his teeth as he felt the woman up. Finding the phone within her pocket as he quickly opened the phone. Typical that her phone password would be S-H-E-R locked. Was she creative or what? He began flipping through it as he quickly found her last few searches online, choosing her last one, which was about subway tunnels abandoned by the Canary Wharf. He glared at the woman as he shook his head. "You are one sick human being." He said before calling Lestrade who arrived within minutes. He took Robyn away to a holding cell as Sherlock and John headed in a cab over to where the abandoned area should be. They stared at the small door that would lead them inside as John sighed softly. They both flicked on their flash lights at they climbed inside, that water was pretty high, so they held their phones and flashlights above their head as they split off, one going down the right and one going down the left. Sherlock called out Olivia's name as he waded through the water, gritting his teeth as the cold as he found a platform. Pushing himself up onto it as he pushed the flashlight around. Looking for anyone as his eyes landed on a small wet woman curled into a ball. His eyes light up at the sight of her quickly texting John that he'd found her before walking over to her and bending down. "Olivia? Are you awake?" He asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes as he picked her up.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Olivia barely lifted her gaze at the sound of unfamiliar noises. She was certain she was on the brink of either death or hallucination. What did surprise was being lifted from the ground and being asked a question. There was a long moment where she just blinks at Sherlock before cracking a small smile and throwing her arms around his neck in a hug. "I really wish I had something sarcastic to say." She clings to Sherlock, unsure if she was glad to see him, glad to be rescued, or glad to be even slightly warmer than she had been before.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He held her close as he climbed off of the platform. Beginning the trudge back to the door as he sighed softly at her shivering form. "You know, this is why you shouldn't leave England without anything more than a letter. Because then a creepy obsessed fan will abduct you and try to kill you because the guy you love also very clearly has feelings back that even complete strangers can see." He said as he held her close and walked towards the direction of the door.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"That seems like a worst case scenario." She mumbles into his chest as exhaustion begins to take over. Her voice trails off as she drifts into a state of semi-consciousness. There was plenty to think over and discuss but for now her main concerns were food, water, and sleep.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He nodded in agreement as he reached the door, using his hand to cover her eyes and stepped outside where John was already waiting with a blanket. Sherlock wrapped her up and put her in the back seat as they drove back to his flat. Putting her in his bed as he waited in the living room for her to wake up from her much needed rest.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

It wasn't exactly the best sleep of her life, seeing as it was peppered with nightmares of dying. Although none were horrendous enough to occasion an outburst, they did cause quite a bit of tossing and turning. After only a few hours of rest, she wakes up with a start, breathing heavily as she scans over the room. It was a room she had only had the pleasure to be in once before on the day when she first met Sherlock. That day felt like it was ages in the past. Olivia carefully gets to her feet, using the bed as a support as her legs nearly give out. Supporting her own weight only sends a jolt of pain through her body, informing her that she should be resting still. But she just couldn't sleep anymore. So Olivia opens the bedroom door, shuffling into the living room with a wince which she attempts to not-so-expertly hide.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock was standing at her side only seconds after he had heard the door to his bedroom open. Scooping her up as he set her down in his seat and wrapped her in a blanket before going to get her something to eat. Kneeling down as he handed her a sandwich, with tea sitting on the table ready for her. "What do you need?" He asked looking up into her eyes from his kneeling position.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

She hadn't even a chance to think about saying anything before Sherlock had her sat down, kneeling in front of her. She sighs, setting the sandwich beside the tea. Her hunger had reached a point where she could even think about eating without feeling nauseous. "I don-- I'm fine. You don't have to do all this." It felt incredibly strange to have Sherlock catering to her like this and she couldn't be entirely certain he wasn't blaming himself for what had happened.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He looked at her for a moment before sighing audibly before standing up. "You don't understand how truly infuriating you are do you?" He said shaking his head as he sat down across from her in John's seat. "You try to leave the country in order to save me or some sort of heroic trash and then get abducted and now you're telling me I don't have to do all of this? Really?"

 

[RealisticFantasy]

She stares down at the floor, rolling her lip between her teeth before speaking up. Glancing at him, she exhales sharply and nods. "Yeah. That's exactly it. That's how I am I guess." If this is how he was taking her saying that he didn't have to cater to her, she was dreading telling him that she hadn't changed her mind about going back to the States.