Written by BluebellsandLavender
"Whoooaaaa!" she yelled as she felt the rush of wind speed past her. She was traveling, she knew that for sure, but to where, she had no clue. Colors whirled and her head spun as she felt herself being catapulted through what felt like dimensions.
Seconds later, it stopped and she opened her eyes, blinking.
She was on a street, but had no idea where.
She looked around frantically, until her eyes laid upon a wooden door with "221B". Could it be?
Just as she was debating about going up to the door, it flew open and two men piled out. Almost instantly, she recognized that crop of brown hair and the upturned collar of the trench coat. "Sherlock?" She asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
Beside him, a shorter man with lighter hair and a serious look on his face stood. Doctor John Watson. She thought with a smile.
"Yes, who are you? Never-mind. There is no time for you to answer." A taxi pulled up to the street and Sherlock pulled the door open impatiently. "Go."
"Me?" she looked shocked.
"Who else?" Sherlock gave her a blank stare.
Her blonde bob whirled around her as she climbed into the cab. John piled in after her, and shot her an apologetic glance. "Sorry about Sherlock. He can be rather… Sherlock."
She grinned back at him. "No problem."
"Who are you?" Sherlock asked loudly, staring straight ahead with his hands entwined in his lap.
"I'm Celeste," she replied eagerly.
