***Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, as much as I'd love to.***
"John?" Sherlock called, as he entered 221B Baker Street. As there was no reply, he called out again. "Watson, are you there?" Still no reply. Where was he? Entering the kitchen, his observant eyes picked up the small shards of broken glass on the floor. Kneeling down next to them, he gently nudged one of the shards with a finger. A tiny glint of red shone off. He noticed it right away and bent his head down for closer inspection. The glass was stained slightly red, as though they had cut into someone, but not very deeply. A pang of worry shot through Sherlock. He got up and walked into the lounge, there on the sofa lay an unconscious Miss Hudson, Sherlock ran over to her and checked her pulse. It was there, faint but there. He pulled out his mobile and dialled 999.
"Ring ring...ring ring...ring ri- emergency services what service do you need?"
"Ambulance please."
"Right away. Ring ring...rin- what is your name, address and situation?"
"Sherlock Holmes, 221B Baker Street, I've just found my landlady unconscious on my sofa. Her pulse is faint, can I have help fast please?"
"Right away sir."
"Thank you." The emergency services hung up and Sherlock put his phone back in his pocket. He stood up and walked into Johns bedroom. Clothes were strewn everywhere, draws lay open, cupboard doors wide open, belongings scattered across the floor. Whoever had been here had definitely not been the ordinary burglar. The noise of the ambulance siren cut through the air, and soon the door had been opened and men were coming though the door.
"Mr Sherlock Holmes?" The fist man asked.
"Yes, follow me please." He answered. He lead the doctors to miss Hudson, and watched as they loaded her onto a stretcher and took her away to the hospital. When they left her went into his bedroom, it was all tidy, nothing had been ransacked. All that was out of place was a torn out page of John's journal lying on Sherlock's bed. He walked over to it and picked it up. It read in John's writing:
Sherlock,
don't worry about the Mess, i'll sOrt it when i aRrIve bAck home. donT bother tidYing.
John.
It was an odd sort of note, especially with all the misplaced capitals. Sherlock's detective mind skimmed the note a couple of times, then focused only on the capital letters. There were eight in total: S,M,O,R,I,A,T,Y and J. Sherlock dismissed the S and the J as name capitals, which meant the rest spelled Moriaty. Sherlock smiled, John had probably been asked to leave a note to him, but he'd been clever enough to adapt it. Sherlock pocketed the note and left the room. He then left the house, locking the door behind him.
Well hello there! That was my first chapter of my first Sherlock fanfic, how was it? Did you like it...what do you think should happen next? Please please please let me know so I know what kind of direction you want it to take, and if you'd like it to unexpected a Johnlock ff!💙
Thank you for reading this!
TamsinoHolmes