After a drive that seemed to take an eternity, your cab finally pulls up and you hand the driver the owed money. You stand there for at least five minutes, gazing at the golden numbers upon the grand door. You don't even know if they're in?! For all you know they could be out on a case but you pluck up the courage to ring the doorbell anyway. After a minute of waiting the sweet old landlady comes to the door and greets you kindly. Her smile could warm the coldest of hearts.
'Hello there deary, are you here to see Sher-' she stops abruptly as she notices your tears and gives you an apologetic look 'Come on in, ill fix you a nice cup of tea whilst you wait for Sherlock and John to come back, shouldn't be long now' she gestures to her kitchen and you give her a weak smile and whisper your thanks.
She hands you a mug of hot tea and touches your shoulder gently, you try your hardest to keep a brave face and you will the tears to stop falling, she tusks in sympathy.
'You look mortified, would you like to talk to me about what happened?' Just as you open your mouth to tell her, you hear an annoyingly loud bang as Sherlock and John come waltzing through the door with huge grins on each of their faces. You watch as Sherlock sweeps the kind woman into a hug and kisses her cheek.
'Another case solved in record time Mrs Hudson! I think we deserve a well earned cup of tea, don't you?' he gives her a wide smile.
'I'm your land lady dear -'
'Not your housekeeper' they say in unison as Sherlock rolls his eyes letting then settle on yours. You can feel them, burning.
'Okay, but don't get to comfy, this young lady wants to speak to you two'
'Obvious.' He articulates the word slowly, almost seductively, letting it role off of his tongue.
'It'll be easier talking in the flat' He frees you from his gaze, spins on his heels and heads up the stairs, his coat flowing gracefully behind him, John following closely.
'I'll switch the kettle off then, shall I?' she shouts as her eye's follow him, smiling fondly, she shakes her head 'off you pop then, don't want to keep him waiting, dear'
You let out a deep breath you hadn't even realise you were holding and stood up to follow. You give Mrs Hudson a quick smile and a thank you before heading to the stairs.
Your thoughts start to go frantic as you slowly start to climb. 'what if he doesn't care? Thinks your case isn't even worth listening too? What if he thinks you're the most idiotic, pointless human being to have ever walked into his line of sight?' but before you know it you're in his front room. You can almost taste your anxiety.
