Chapter Three

SHERLOCKS POV


I got out of the taxi to find that the rain had slowed to a stop, water still dripped from branches, ledges and surprisingly my cap. I pay the driver and walk up to 221 Baker Street. I fumble around again looking for keys but accidentally dropping the baby shower invite. Damn it, hopefully it didn't get to wet. Then I remember I didn't have any keys on me. Damn it again. I hope Mrs. Hudson is home.

I raise my hand to the door and knock a few good times quite soundly. I heard a lock click and the door swished open with Mrs. Hudson on the other side.
"Sherlock!" She exclaimed "You're back finally!"
"Yup, I'm back." I hand her my cap, "See to it that this gets dried?"
She takes it but gives me a stern look and says "Sherlock I am not your maid." But of course she still takes it.
"I have some stuff to look for, do excuse any ruckus."

Up the stairs I go and sink down into John's old seat. I leave the invite on the table to dry and concentrate on remembering the strange noise I heard. Memories, memories I have to remember. I closed my eyes and thought. What happened back then? Nothing resurfaces and I slam my hand down in my frustration. This could mean something. Perhaps I'll plan what to get for John and Mary first.

John and Mary, Baby Shower, gift. GIFT! What the hell do I get for sentiments like this one! I snatch up my phone and dial for Mycroft. He picks up.

"Sherlock!-" he continues but I interrupt,
"Mycroft I need you to tell me what silly crap I get for John and Mary!" I go on despite Mycroft talking. "They have a baby shower tomorrow and I'm going!"
"Oh they invited you? I thought you were busy and couldn't make it." He says. Busy?! We both know Moriaty left no traces of life; even I couldn't find anything besides some dirt. And that's not going to help me.
"Come on Mycroft, we both know nothing is to be found. Besides, how can I miss John's baby shower?" I tell him.
"Fine, but don't bother me. I have work to do." He hangs up.

Damn it. Mycroft can't help. Fine, I'll do the research myself. I pull out my black laptop and start typing, what to get for a baby shower and click enter. I scroll past results in hope to find a good website. Page 1, 2, and 5 I get annoyed. Suddenly police sirens starting blaring, can London not leave me alone for at least a half a day! I return to page one and click on hopefully a decent website. Up came pictures of babies and gifts. I scroll through some ideas and ads, gift baskets, cards etc. Police sirens continued.

After a whole hour of searching, scrolling past sentiments, I slam my laptop shut and simply decide to bring a gift basket. I'll see if Mrs. Hudson has any extras.
"Mrs. Hudson!" I cry out while leaving the room and down the stairs.
"I'm in the kitchen baking come here I can't hear you!" She responded. I came over and leaned onto the countertop, almost knocking over a banana hanger. It clashed on the counter top.
"Sherlock! Be careful I just bought that!" She scolds at me.
"Yes, yes. I know!" I say, quickly dismissing her. Know onto more important matters, I ask her about the gift basket.
"I'm sorry Sherlock, I don't have any." She told me. "Why don't you go buy some?"
Damn it. Fine. I will. I thank her and leave the room.

I return to my chair upstairs and called Mycroft again, he doesn't pick up. How am I supposed to know where to get a baby shower gift basket or card or whatever it was?! I was just about to text John and ask but decide not to because I didn't want him to know what I was getting for him, no them. I sigh and decide to call Molly, maybe she'd know. I dial her number but it redirects me to her voice mail. Damn it. Maybe I'll just go and get a coupon for two from that fish and chips place down the road. 5 minute walk from here, around 10 from John's place. No, that wasn't something you bought for a baby shower. I finally decide on going to the London mall. Even though I hate it there, I remember seeing a baby store place thing and hopefully there will be baskets full of baby crap, no I mean stuff.

I left this time remembering to bring keys. I walk out and the first thing, no someone run bye. He looked urgent. Then I noticed he was trailing behind a bit of blood. I turn to give him better look, but he was gone already. Trying to forget what happened, I hop in a taxi and leave.


Authors Note: Hey guys! Sorry about the short chapter! The next one will be better I promise!