Hey guys so I decided to let me muse do as it wanted to throw this out there... let me know what you think of the first chapter. I don't own any of the Sherlock characters but I do own those of my own making. I'm keeping the rating at M for language and possibly some smut later because really, these characters are pretty attractive so yeah. I am still writing my other story, just this idea wouldn't leave me alone. So please let me know what you think, like, hate, indifferent, etc etc etc. Thanks guys and happy reading!
Tanzen started to feel what she called 'The Knowing' creep into her head. She started to breath heavily and look around her small green room wildly "MOMMY!" She felt fat tears creep from her eyes and down her face "MOMMY IT'S COMING" She wailed as she started to sob. She hated 'The Knowing' it made her scared- taking her away from where she was to somewhere else. She never understood where she went, but Mommy said she didn't really leave. But she did leave. Sometimes she was at a bus stop, or to their neighbor's living room, or the grocery store down the road, or sometimes she was surrounded by people on a street she didn't recognize. Tanzen usually knew where she was but every once in a while she didn't and that scared her. What scared her more was what happened when she got there. Most of the time people she knew were hurt when she went away. When she was at the bus stop a nice lady at the grocery store who always gave her a cookie was hit by a man and his bag was taken. In their neighbor's living room she saw them fight before Mr. Fairway hit Mrs. Fairway, it wasn't very nice. At the grocery store she saw her best friend's mom slip and hurt her arm. Then on the street… well that one was really scary. It got really loud and then people started screaming. That was the only place she ever went to that she didn't recognize.
"MOM!" She wailed again, feeling The Knowing take hold of her. She could hear the pounding of her mother's feet as she raced up the stairs but by the time she opened the door Tanzen found herself miles away.
It took Tanzen about fifteen minutes to pull on her signature grey skinny jeans, low heel boots, Silvery button up and deep green blazer. She fussed quickly with her short black hair before quickly brushing her lashes with some mascara. It was Tuesday and at her work she needed to look presentable- well as presentable as someone who worked as a glorified tech/ secretary to some asshole prick who spent more time jerking off in his office than actually working. The company paid well though and that was really the main reason she worked there.
She grabbed her keys, small wallet, her work phone, jacket, and helmet before she slinked out of the small studio apartment. She lived in a fairly nice building- much nicer than her last apartment in Maryland. She got a steal on this one when she moved to London- the previous owner needed to leave quickly and it just so happened Tanzen was looking for a place to move into quickly. He only took his clothes and left everything else- which suited Tanzen since she flew over with a couple suitcases. Her job paid her enough to play her bills- of which she had plenty thanks to college, and still buy some luxury items every now and then.
It was a rare sunny day- which is why she brought down her helmet. While not the smartest vehicle she could have purchased she loved the triumph motorcycle she bought. Sure it was pretty irresponsible of her to buy a motorcycle, it did rain here all the time, but she couldn't help it. With her bonus at the end of the last fiscal year, and the money she had saved up before the move Tanzen realized she could get a used bike pretty cheap and the apartment complex had a garage that had a spot reserved for her so… why not? When it was nice she usually took off after work and escaped the city to just ride.
Tanzen pulled on her jacket, put her wallet, and phone in her inner pocket before zipping it up. She took the elevator down to the garage and pushed her head into the matte black helmet in her hands. She turned the bike on, revved the engine and shot out of the garage, onto the street and towards her work.
It took less time than it normally did to pull up to the IBM building so she allowed herself to splurge and buy a latte from the lobby of her building. She parked in the parking garage a block away and locked her jacket and helmet onto the bike before she took the stairs up a few flights to get to her office/cube though not before stopping for that latte.
She ran a hand through her short locks as she logged into her computer and got to work while sipping her chai slowly. It wasn't long until her creepy ass boss showed up and leaned on her desk "Good Morning Tanzey" He shot her what she figured was supposed to be a charming smile but fell a bit short, not to mention the 'nick name' he decided to give her after about a month working for him, a year later he still thought it was cute.
"Good Morning " She said in her 'pleasant person' voice. She wasn't really in the mood for him yet- it was too god damn early for this.
"Tanzey I told you time and time again- Patrick will suffice" If she was being honest he was good looking. Little over six feet, small gut but a strong body otherwise. The man did like his pints, but his face was pleasing- rich dark eyes, dirty blonde hair, a touch of stubble. Just the kind of man any woman would want to at least sleep with once or twice. But god was he a total creep, not to mention his shit attitude towards anyone other than a billionaire. He also flattered himself to be some sort of lady killer who couldn't take a hint. To make matters worse Tanzen found him to be completely incapable to do any part of his job. That was probably his worst fault in her mind- she hated people who rose through the ranks by using others. "Anyways, would you mind terribly playing secretary to a few of my meetings- you know I am miserable with keeping time and your notes are also so helpful" He flashed what was probably meant to be his million dollar smile at her in what was probably an attempt to sway her.
Tanzen sighed internally- like she had a choice in the matter. He was her direct supervisor, for some reason… and if he wanted her to take notes she took notes. She was here for the pay and the insurance, not for the work. Don't get her wrong she loved technology but she never pictured herself doing this when she was little. "Not a problem- I have a few emails to address and then I can be in your office for your first meeting"
"Great Tanzey- see you in fifteen" He smiled and sauntered off to his office to do God knows what. She blasted through her emails before grabbing a notebook and pen before walking into the open doors of Patrick's office.
The meetings were fairly basic. A few well to do businessmen from Ireland, the US, and Germany who wished to talk about upgrades to their current tech, increasing their numbers, and stepping up the support provided. All of them were very nice- She was ignored like usual but that was normal. Tanzen wondered if she was only there so Patrick could show off, like a pathetic peacock spreading his feathers exclaiming 'LOOK AT ME!' A few times she wanted to roll her eyes but she remained professional and took notes like a good little secretary. She sipped her latte now and then and before she knew it she was back at her desk with a rapidly chilling latte and about fifty emails to answer. She quickly typed up the minutes from the meeting and sent them over to Patrick before he could come over to ask for them as a guise for trying to get more of her attention. Afterwards she used her time answering emails and the phone. Every now and then the emails were interesting- she did love questions about IT as she first started as an IT personnel before applying for her current job. The work wasn't as interesting but it paid significantly more. She took her lunch late but went down a flight and walked into the R&D department. Was she supposed to be there? No. Would she be thrown out? Nope.
In front of her was a desk. This room was what Tanzen saw as the screening room. Everyone who wanted to get into the belly of the R&D department would have to get through here which consisted of a lot of passwords, some random scans… who really knew? She never tried to get farther than this because this is where she would find her favorite person here "Luke" She said with a smile.
A large dark skinned man glanced up with a smile "Tanzen, what's my girl doing here so late? I thought you forgot about our lunch plans" He said with a smile. Tazen walked over to him, placing an affectionate kiss on his cheek
"I would never forget about you Luke"
"Keep that up and my wife will be upset with me"
"Chere loves me more than she loves you"
"Yeah… you are probably right" He smiled and ruffled her short hair "Well come on- there is great Indian place not far from here- beats this greasy British shit"
"Don't let Chere hear you say that" Tanzen teased. Chere was born and raised right outside of London. Luke moved from the states like she did, only he came over a decade ago and he moved from Massachusetts. He said he was 'not from Boston and that was all she really needed to know'. She took it more as a joke than him being secretive, besides she didn't share all of her past with him so why should he do the same with her? "Well, come on Luke- I'm starving and could use some spice and naan"
They took their lunch at the Indian place a few blocks from work. They were able to grab one of their tables by the window to enjoy the sunshine. They chatted away about their days thus far and Luke brought up her boss Patrick "You know, he does like you a lot. It wouldn't hurt to give him a shot"
"He is an idiot. He just wants to go out with me because I told him no and kept it professional instead of flirting back"
"No- he wants to take you for drinks because you are smart, gorgeous and very easy to talk to. You aren't worried about the material shit- you are no nonsense and any guy would want that"
"Ah thanks Luke- I would love to get drinks with you"
"Tanzen I'm not joking" He leveled her with his deep brown eyes. He sighed and let a small smile pull at his lips "First of all: We are getting drinks next week because we are finding a sports bar to watch the Patriots destroy your Ravens. Second of all" He rushed over her as she started to talk "Second of all I'm not kidding. You are a different sort of woman. You should just give him a shot next time okay? If it sucks it sucks but what harm can drinks do?"
Tanzen sighed heavily, more for dramatic effect than anything else "I'll consider it" She said as she bite off a bit of sauce soaked naan.
"That's my girl"
It wasn't long before the day was winding down and she was taking walking down to the garage and slipping onto her bike. It purred to life and within forty minutes she was out of the city and weaving along small country roads.
It was perfect riding weather and was incredibly soothing until a small pressure started filling her head.
"Fuck" she muttered as she downshifted and quickly pulled over. Under normal circumstances she found that Excedrin or alcohol worked to dull this feeling well enough to not be bothered by it. She couldn't really down a bottle of whiskey on the road so she rummaged through her bag and found her bottle of Excedrin. She pulled four pills and dry swallowed them one at a time.
She got back on her bike before she headed back towards London to get to her apartment. She was going to be up all night- but at least she wouldn't be subjected to 'the knowing'. Visions that had plagued her since she was small. They had gotten worse as she aged though she had figured out a good system to counter these damn things. She hated them. Once when she was younger she tried to study her visions and then tried to prevent them from occurring. She was not really successful… as in only stopped one vision from happening- to her knowledge anyway. Not great odds but she hardly cared anymore. Now she worked really hard to not have/ not remember them.
The pressure didn't return as she road back home. While it probably would not return- the times that it did it came back in full force and usually a vision came immediately afterwards. Not much of a notice and really dangerous when riding a motorcycle. Of course this would happen on the one nice day in London this week… She made it to her apartment building in one piece and made her way upstairs.
She unlocked her front door and entered, locking it behind her as she moved towards her kitchen. She pulled open her refrigerator door and rummaged for something to eat. She hoped she would be fine for the rest of the night, but just in case… Tanzen paused in her food search and pulled a glass from a cupboard and put a few ice cubes into it before pouring herself three fingers of whiskey. She pulled out some left over pasta from the night before and heated that, with chicken and red sauce.
After she was finished eating she cleaned up then put on the news, had another few fingers of whiskey, and pulled out the second book in the Song of Ice and Fire series- Clash of Kings. She was somewhat addicted to this series and was trying to read them before the series on HBO ruined it for her. She had done well so far, ignoring social media as the episodes came out. She did only pick up the books a few months ago so she figured by the time the next season came out she should be done reading all the ones that Martin released- we shall see though.
By the time Tanzen was going to bed, the pressure did not return- thankfully. She changed quickly- washed her face, brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. One more day down, only three left until the weekend.
The rest of the week went by much like Tuesday did, at least work did Meetings, emails, phone calls, sometimes she went out for lunch, other times she ate at her desk. Patrick continued to try to charm her and she didn't do much more than she had on Tuesday. London had been a bit of a mess. There had been some explosions this week. Usual to be sure and a bit unsettling but the police were doing their best she was sure… that was what they were paid for no?
The day crept by and when it was almost five Patrick came out and was standing by her desk. She was finishing up with a few emails and decided she would continue what she was doing until he said something. It didn't take long.
"So Tanzen- I wanted to see if you wanted to grab a few drinks tonight?"
Tanzen was so thrown by the use of her actual name instead of that god awful nickname that she just stared at him for a bit before letting one side of her mouth pull into a slight smile. She thought about Luke and with that slight smile she responded "Sure, why not? Let me just finish up here and I'll meet you downstairs"
"Nonsense, I'll wait for you!" He looked like what she imagined most kids looked like when they found out there was a snow day.
"Alrighty then" She continued wrapping up emails and she wrote a few quick notes to Monday Tanzen before she shut her computer down and pulled on her jacket "Where are we off to?"
"John's. If you don't mind, it is this great little-"
"I've been to John's. The bartender Kenny is the owner, he and his wife are sweethearts" She said softly, not realizing she cut him off "Sorry…"
"Oh no worries, well then, let's go"
Tanzen counted to ten to herself as she thought about Luke- that man definitely owes her one. Patrick kept with the small talk as they made their way to John's. It wasn't the most riveting conversation, but then again it was 'small talk' so she shouldn't be so surprised. It could have been worse though, at least it was easy small talk.
It took a few solid minutes to get to John's but soon they were walking in. The bar was dabbled with patrons, though most of the tables were still empty. It was just a little after five, it should be full by six. They joined the smattering of people at the bar and both ordered pints.
"So Tanzey" back to terrible nicknames then "I'm really glad you said you would come out- I was beginning to think you didn't like me" He laughed as if it was the funniest joke and Tanzen gave him a tight smile
"Imagine that" Tanzen felt a pressure start to build in the back of her head and she quickly drank a long draft of the glass in front of her. Not now… She really didn't need this right now. She glanced back at Patrick and it looked like he was about to say more when Kenny came over.
"Tanzen!" he smiled and leaned against the bar "What is this? A pint? Not the usual? It is Friday after all"
"Why not- it is Friday and you do owe me one" She flashed him a bright smile, besides- the additional alcohol should help. Then she laughed when she saw his face "Okay so you don't owe me per say…"
"If anything you owe me for having to put up with you and your sass. Sorry though, who is your friend?" He turned his attention over to Patrick who extended his hand "My name's Patrick, I work with Tanzen"
"Kenny" He shook his hand and smiled warmly "A friend of Tanzen's is welcome here. Are you good with your print or are you up for anything else?"
"I'll try one of Tanzen's usuals" he smiled over at her and she gave him a tight smile back.
"You sure there friend? Tanzen doesn't joke around when she drinks"
"I'm sure it will be delicious"
"Alright" Kenny moved off to mix their drinks and Patrick looked over at her and sighed "I am so glad you finally said yes- I've wanted to do this for a while now"
"Yeah- well here I am" She said as was saved once more by the return of Kenny and their drinks. She sighed and nodded to him gratefully as she slid her new drink closer before lifting it and bringing the cool glass to her lips and downing about half. God she needed that. The pressure was there but it was a bit less though- good.
She was brought out of her musings by Patrick coughing a bit. She looked at him and almost laughed. He took a rather large gulp like she did… whoops probably should have told him what was in it… "What do you think?"
"Wow… that is rather strong… What is in it?"
"You know… I'm not entirely sure. A few different kinds of whiskey, ginger beer or ginger ale… not sure. Some hot sauce I think… I dunno I never really asked Kenny and never cared to- I like the surprise" She smiled at bit at the thought and looked over Patrick again "If you don't like it I'm sure I'll get to it"
"No it's fine it's just… I wasn't anticipating that"
"Kenny did warn you" She said, teasing him a bit and she couldn't help but feel a bit smug when he switched back to the pint of beer before him. She took a small sip of her mixed drink and let herself look around and see who was actually here while Patrick got a hold of himself.
She recognized a few locals from the other times she had been in here. She couldn't think of their names… was one Buck or something? One of them had a weird name like that. The table not far from them was occupied by a man with light brown hair who looked really familar. He had a drink in front of him but wasn't drinking it… he must be waiting for someone. There was another man she didn't recognize, at the end of the bar but before she could study him further her boss started speaking again.
"He did, but I guess I misjudged you. It's not bad, just stronger than I thought it would be. But I asked you here to get to know you better and knowing how you like your alcohol is a start right?" He laughed a bit and Tanzen returned her attention to him and nodded
"It is a start. Are you normally a beer guy?"
"Beer or wine really. I will have a mixed drink now and then but not often" Tanzen couldn't help but translate: I am only drinking beer to seem more like a guy, I only drink wine and never have hard liquor anymore. Granted maybe what he said was true, but if she was reading him right she would guess her 'translation' was closer to the truth. "So you moved from the US over a year ago right?"
"Yeah- almost two now" Anticipating his next question she continued "I moved from Maryland, I was about thirty miles.. er about 48 kilometers from D.C."
"I moved from the states when I was five- I don't remember much of it, but we used to live in Georgia"
"I never really left Maryland when I lived there, which is probably the reason I jumped on the chance to move here"
"London is great- I have lived a few other places in Europe but I came back to London"
"Where else have you lived?" Tanzen felt the pressure start to build again so she grabbed her pint and drank deeply, most of it to be honest, which probably wasn't the best impression to make on her boss but it was Friday… so whatever.
He followed her lead and drank a bit of his beer before continuing "I spent some time in France, mainly for travel but ended up staying there for about a year and worked at a few small businesses part time while I was there. I spent five years in Germany working for a tech company that went under. I lived in northern Italy for a few months with a friend of mine, mostly drinking to be honest and not really working. About 6 years ago I moved back to London and haven't left"
"Sounds nice, I think I would like to travel like that one day. I may do a quick trip with some of my vacation time, though I would love to just sell all my stuff and just spend a few years traveling and doing odd jobs"
"It's definitely doable in Europe. Do you speak other languages?"
"Spanish fairly well, but I'm a quick study and the romance languages are similar enough. I'm also decent at German but I know I speak like a small child"
"If you want to practice some languages I would love to help, I speak a lot of different languages"
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind" She glanced over at the man at the table again. He started drinking his beer and Tanzen got a good look at him. He looked like that guy on the news… with the police and that other guy… "Hey so do you recognize that guy at the table over there? His face looks so familiar, I feel like I have seen him before- maybe in a newspaper in connection with the police and some other man." Tanzen took a sip of her beer "I noticed him earlier and now it is really bugging me"
Patrick glanced over and shrugged "No… though I do focus more on the new technology the news reports on and current world events… Can't say I recognize him."
Tanzen nodded and finished her pint before pulling her other drink closer. The pressure was coming in again and the alcohol was not doing the trick like it usually did. She would have to go somewhere quite soon… the bathroom would probably work. She took a big gulp of her mixed drink and looked at over at her boss "Will you excuse me?" She stood up and felt the pressure grow to almost unbearable. He must have seen her face before he also stood.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, just a headache but I need to use the facilities… I'll be back" She moved towards the back of the room, thankful that instead of stalls this bar featured private rest rooms, three rooms in the back for either gender. She opened one of the rooms, and quickly locked the door behind her. The alcohol was starting to hit her but not enough. She leaned against the door as she felt herself start to fade. She slid down the door and glanced at her watch: 6:34. Tanzen kept her eyes on it as she was whisked away.
A man with lite brown hair was walking down road. It was dark out but the road still had a fair amount of traffic. He looked like he had consumed a few pints, his gait slightly unsteady but still not drunk, maybe just a bit buzzed.
He turned down a side road, probably a short cut to his final destination. The angle changed as the brunette made it through the alley onto a less populated road. The street sign he passed read York. There wasn't another street sign to indicate where he had come from. He paused for a moment as he pulled out his phone, possibly looking at a message he received when another person came into a view. They were not as clear to see as the other man but he was walking towards the first man
"John Watson?"
"Huh?" The lite brown man, or John Watson said. He glanced at the other man but was a little slow as a car pulled up suddenly next to him and John turned his attention to the car as the man pulled out a syringe and stuck it into John's neck before they moved him into the trunk of the car.
Tanzen gasped and looked around wildly. She looked at her watch 6:40. Not too long. Not long enough to be super suspicious. She got up and swayed slightly. She did drink those drinks rather quickly. She splashed some water on her face and swallowed slowly. That man out there was John Watson. He worked with Sherlock Holmes, that man who solved all those crazy cases. They were involved with the serial killer case not long ago with that cab driver. God she had to warn him. But what would she say 'Hi John, you don't know me and honestly I don't really know you but I just had a vision of you being kidnapped off of a street called York so you should probably take a cab for the rest of your life just to be careful' Tanzen knew how this worked. Telling him may make this happen or it may not… God she hated seeing these damn things.
Alcohol usually took care of this. The alcohol would muddle her mind and even if she still had a 'vision' or whatever it was, she usually didn't remember it which was how she liked it. Maybe she should have tried taking Excedrin or something like she did earlier this week… not a perfect solution but still- it was something. Tanzen had tried to get a prescription for headaches or migraines but what was she going to tell doctors? That she got visions? Yeah right. The only medication she was able to get had made it worse. While she was on it she had felt like the visions had lasted longer, were more detailed, and usually filled with something truly awful. The last time she took one of those was when... well before she moved to the UK.
Tanzen sighed and opened the bathroom door and to her surprise Patrick was right there.
"I was worried about you" he said after a moment. "You didn't look so great so I wanted to make sure you were alright"
Tanzen nodded "Yeah okay, it takes more than that though to make me sick. I appreciate your concern but it was not necessary" She started walking back towards the bar and Patrick followed behind her. John was still at his table, he was looking at his phone again. Tanzen got back to their stools and nodded at Kenny, indicating her interest in another drink. She was thinking about everything she know about Watson and Holmes right now… They were probably working on those explosions. She had to warn him… what if he was kidnapped because of this case? She had to say something to him… she had to-
"So Tanzen, what do you do outside of work?" Ah yes, Patrick, now she wished she had not agreed to this 'date' she that she would be by herself and maybe flirt her way to Mr. Watson's safety… After all she didn't see herself in the vision which meant it wouldn't occur when she was there… maybe... She actually wasn't sure. She rarely changed her visions but she had changed one before.
"Outside work? Well not much… If the weather is nice I ride out of the city and drive in the country. I bought a motorcycle this past year so I have to capitalize on the clear days"
"You ride? I don't know if I would have guessed"
"Yeah, I actually got my motorcycle license before my driver's license while I was in the states. When I got here I made sure to test for both, just in case. I don't think I'll get a car anytime soon but the bike was being sold at too good a price" Why was she being so open? Maybe to be nice? She didn't really care though. She was kinda worried about John Watson who was sitting not fifteen feet from her. "What about you?" She glanced at him as she drank more of the drink Kenny had placed in front of her.
"Well I don't ride motorcycles" he laughed "I play some pick up football with some friends, I usually play as a midfielder. I'm a big fan of other sports, I have been able to go to an American football game two years ago. I play the saxophone when I know my neighbors are gone so I don't annoy them too much" He laughed again and Tanzen made herself smile a bit.
"I'm sure you aren't that bad" She said, more because she knew it was the right thing to say.
"Well not terrible, but not great" He said with a flirtatious smile.
Tanzen finished her drink and mouthed the word 'water' to Kenny who nodded to her and she turned her attention back to Patrick but noted that in her periphery that John was still nursing his pint. At least he was still here. "How long have you played?"
He ordered another pint before answering "Five years on and off. I used to be in a jazz band with a few friends"
"Used to?" Kenny set the water and pint down in front of them before smiling at her and walking over to serve a few other customers. The place was filling up.
"Friends got married or moved away"
"Ah yes, that does happen" She swallowed a few mouthfuls of her water.
"Yes, most of my friends are married and having kids so playing in a jazz band was too much time commitment- pick up football though is a good though- only about two hours when all is said and done"
"Yeah, it isn't too bad, plus you get time with friends and a workout, can't go wrong with that"
"Exactly. Do you play any sports?"
"I play some American football at my local gym, and Frisbee. I used to play football but my rec league fell apart so I'm content with watching the premier league. Before you ask Everton is my favorite club"
"Really? Why Everton?"
"I don't really know…. For a while I just watch games not really cheering for anyone but then I guess I just felt a connection to Everton and have been cheering for them for five years."
"You watched them in the States?"
"Oh yeah, they play the Premier league over there"
"My team is Crystal Palace-I've been a fan for as long as I can remember"
"I understand. You support who you support. Have to stay faithful"
They continued their talk about sports with Tanzen keeping half an eye on John Watson. He stayed put and even ordered a second pint which he was drinking much faster than his last one and looked like he was going to order another. Maybe he was going to stay later- that would be good. Maybe… she wasn't sure what time it was when she saw him kidnapped… maybe leaving earlier would have been better.
Soon it was past ten thirty and she saw John ask for his check and she looked over at Kenny and gestured to her drinks and he smiled and held up a two and a five. Okay 25… so thirty She rummaged in her wallet for thirty pounds"Hey so I think I'm gonna run. I have some plans early and I still have to get home"
"Let me walk you out"
"No worries, I'm good" She found thirty and Patrick held up his hand
"No, I asked you to come and I got this"
"No I couldn't let you do that" She placed the pounds on the counter just as John was heading out. "I'll see you at work Monday" She quickly slipped out before he could follow her.
It was cool out but still pretty nice and she quickly looked around for John Watson and she saw him about a block ahead of her. God did he move quickly. He stumbled a little… just like he did in her vision. Shit. She moved faster towards him and got pretty close by the time he turned down an alley… she knew this road. It lead out to York.
"John Watson?" She called out and he paused and looked back at her. Shit what was she going to say?
"Ah…yes, um who are you?" He squinted slightly at her as she got closer. They were halfway down the alley when she got close enough to him.
"Tanzen" She left out her last name "I'm I was just at John's and saw you there and wanted to talk with you. Could I speak with you in a cab?" Maybe if she posed as a client…
"Tanzen? Well I am really in no mood to talk to clients today, maybe tomorrow" He turned and started walking down the alley and she darted after him and grabbed his arm.
"No!" She yelped and quickly let go of him "I'm sorry but it isn't safe for you to go that way. I'm sorry for the lies but I heard someone say that they were going to jump you on York to send a message to Sherlock" She babbled and John looked at her like she was crazy "Please, just trust me. I'll pay for your cab and everything just don't walk that way please" She took a step back and watched him think over her words.
"No- tell Mycroft it won't work this time, I don't want a cab, I want to walk home and then I'm going to bed" She grabbed his arm again but he pulled away "Look just leave me in peace and go tell Mycroft to fuck off"
"I don't know Mycroft. Please Mr. Watson, trust me please" She followed him a bit and wondered what would happen if she walked with him all the way to his apartment.
"Stop following me and leave me in peace" he kept walking and she paused… did she keep following? She felt her phone buzz and glanced a few times at John as he walked down the ally and she pulled out her phone and answered it.
"Hello?" There was a slight buzzing sound on the other end and she made a small circle in the alley, walking more towards the end she entered into, forgetting for a moment about John Watson which was not a good idea
"Hello, it this Tanzen McGower?"
"Yeah" she said in a distracted tone. When Tanzen turned back towards where Joh disappeared she saw a car drive by. "Shit" She muttered and jogged down the alley as a voice muttered on the line about something and turned onto the street just in time to see John pushed into the Trunk "JOHN!" She called and started towards the car. The car pulled away as two men looked at her before they advanced on her. She heard a voice on her phone still and she put it to her ear as she slowly backed away from the two men advancing on her.
"Call the cops- please" Tanzen breathed before she quickly ended the call and started to run back the way she came. She could hear the men follow after her and she ran back down the alley. They were gaining she was sure. She wasn't in the best shoes for running for but at least they weren't heels. She was just about just about to the main road when a hand grabbed her and pulled her against the wall.
Crack
Her head it the brick hard, and her vision swarmed slightly but she blindly threw a punch and hit a jaw before she squirted out onto the main road and then was surrounded by people. Her head throbbed something terrible and suddenly the pressure was coming back in full force. Why though? It just happened why again? Tanzen's left hand clutched her head as she continued to stumble away, glancing behind her to see no one following her. She turned back around and almost ran right into Patrick.
"Tanzen" He sounded puzzled and she greedily gulped air.
"Patrick" She gasped "We need to get out of here" She looked behind her and walked towards the road. She grabbed his arm with her right hand and was going to lead them both to the road but had to stop as the world started to spin a bit. She look at her left hand and saw some blood.
"Tanzen what is going on? Where are we going? What happened to your head?" He was staring at her and both of his hands clutched her shoulders as he tried to steady her.
She opened her mouth to answer but her vision started to tunnel and the world tilted. She could hear distant sounds but suddenly she fell forward and then everything was gone.