What you can see, taste, sense and touch.
Sherlock said nothing. This behavior however, whatever its intent did not seem to phase Jennifer in the slightest. Oh no, there were plenty of ways to deduce people’s thoughts beyond the complexity of the human spoken word, and the way the man was now seated, head resting atop steepled fingers was a very foretelling sign. It was a signal that the man was deep in thought, his mind racing over the possibilities of who and what exactly Jennifer was and thus clearly disconnected from the words she had been speaking moments before. That or he simply found it irrelevant at the time, which in Jennifer’s opinion was far more likely.
Setting the man with a steely gaze, she crossed her left ankle over her right knee in an almost impatient manner, eyes shifting to the uneasiness in John’s eyes for a moment as his gaze dropped to the gun on her hip as she waited for the enviable tirade of words that would come from Sherlock’s lips. Watching as he righted himself and picked up his cup of tea, she drew her eyes to catch his own, a slight fleck of curiosity crossing her expression before she became stoic once more as he spoke.
At the mention of her knowledge and the thought of even contemplating that this was actually a social call, she had to restrain herself from letting out a loud and uninterested snort. Though she knew it had been merely his best attempt and placating her and retrieving the much desired information he sought, she still found the entire idea unnecessary and a bit repulsive. Luckily for him however, John seemed to finally stop his inconsistent restless movement on the couch long enough to address them both, stating that Sherlock was in layman’s terms, being an colossal idiot.
Allowing a slight smirk to spread across her lips at the comment, she merely glanced at John for a moment as he rose and excused himself, eyes darting to his left ring-finger momentarily as he exited the main door of the house and started to stomp around back towards where the horses had been stabled. Tilting her head to the side for a moment, Jennifer’s gaze returned back to Sherlocks for a brief stint before she finally spoke. “He’s quite bright, your friend Dr. Watson, though he does make an excellent point of being wary of the ground you step upon. Now abo-“
And another one bites the dust
And another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, eh
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Jennifer’s behaviour had gone from passive and sarcastic to assertive and upon her feet within seconds. It was an oh so familiar ring tone, and not one of comfort but rather distress, easily noted from the slight paling of the woman’s skin if Sherlock was worth his salt. Tilting her head, it only took Jennifer to locate the phone, her feet moving hastily across the flooring as she reached underneath a cushion of the chair at her desk, withdrawing the object with the slightest expression of confusion.
Jenny, darling, you really should decorate more, your place is really oh so drab.
Ah-ah-ah, cant go ruining the surprise now can we, oh no, we mustn’t ruin the fun too early, that would make me very upset Jenny, and you don’t want me upset now do you?
What do you want?
Answer me Jennifer, or should I give you your reward without the challenge?
No, I do not want you angry.
Good, now be a doll and put us on speaker wouldn’t you? Time is ticking away and becoming short
Pressing the button on the cell she then held the device in the flat of her hand, giving Sherlock a hard glance as she watched him approach, eyes shifting through the window in front of her for a moment, well aware of what was going to happen next.
So what do you think of my sister Sherlock? Oh, no, no, don’t tell me, I already know. She really was the perfect little distraction to get all three of you under one roof. Now, Jennifier, have you figured it out yet? No? Shame you were always the one who was always on time, pity really, I guess this is goodbye.
The clock, she barked sharply, literally shoving the phone into Sherlock’s open hand before dashing past him to the mantle by the fire place. Pulling back the frame of the clock that had been resting there, her eyes connected with the timer and packet of C4 before she was spinning on her heels placing it back where it had been moments before. Vaulting forward she grasp the back of Sherlock’s jacket as she went by, fingers lacing into the thick fabric as she dragged him forward straight through the glass window as the heat of the expected explosion tore at their flanks.
Hitting the ground with a resounding thud, Jennifer found herself hissing loudly at the sensation of the ground rushing up to meet her, the muddy surface quickly soaking the clean clothing that she had donned not ten minutes before. Pulling herself to her knees, her spare hand came to her cheek, grazing the jagged sensation of a few pieces of glass embedded in the side of her face before she rose fully to her feet, dragging Sherlock upwards with her.
Stumbling forward several more feet, It was only when she had reached the paddocks that she finally stopped. Turning around to face the blazing remains of what had once been her house, Jennifer seemingly failed to react as the figure of John rushed up them, the dull roar pounding in the back of her skull being enough to mute out anything the doctor was saying. Finally releasing her grip on Sherlock’s jacket, she then sat down with a sudden motion, back sliding up against one of the fence posts as she started almost vacantly straight ahead her mind focusing on only one thing.