Hi for any of you who actually read this I would like to say thanks. Can I please have some reviews? Also my friend pointed this out but I am aware that the chapters are marked wrong but the first chapter was actually meant to be a prologue.
DISCLAIMER I forgot to put this on the last chapter but I (unfortunately) don't own Sherlock or any of its characters.
Chapter three
I rolled over in bed and realised that it was empty. Sitting up quickly I looked at the clock 2:43am. He should be back by now, I thought, a pang of worry shooting through me. I glanced around the room and noted that everything was has I had left it last night, not even Sherlock Holmes could fool me so I knew he hadn't been back.
Sherlock and john had now been missing for two days and I was getting worried, even if Sherlock would forget to call I knew John would tell Mary they were all right but we hadn't heard anything from them.
I never thought I would like Mary but right from the first time I met her we both seemed to know we would be friends.
After I arrived at Baker Street I found out that since Sherlock had faked his death a lot had changed John had gotten married and had (mostly) moved out of 221B but still frequently visited and they still solved crimes. I also made John tell me what the bet had been on and he told me that when I was here a few years ago he had bet Mrs Hudson £50 that we would get together. He was right but it hasn't been easy. Sherlock is temperamental and a bit of a child, he can be mean and malicious and he can make you hate yourself with just one sentence. But I love him and I think he loves me too.
I met Mary by accident I was just getting up and out of bed when there was a knock on the door.
"Sherlock get up John's been waiting for you" she called through the door.
"Sherlock if I come in there and you are dressing in a frickin sheet again," she threatened.
I finally got up and answered the door.
"There you are. John is gonna…" she broke off when she noticed that it wasn't Sherlock but me at the door.
"Hi, um Sherlock left an hour ago. How did you get in here?" I said.
"The door was unlocked. Where did he go John's waiting with Greg." She asked. I didn't answer.
"He's under the bed again isn't he?" she whispered to me. I smirked and nodded, she grinned.
"He is such a child." I said at the same time she did, we looked at each other and struggled to maintain a straight face.
"Why is he hiding?" I asked.
"I think it's cause Anderson will be there and he has a hangover." She said, "Well that's my guess."
"Come on in" I said with a smile.
"Sherlock you have three seconds to get out from under that bed or I swear to God I will kill you this time." She said casually "Or at least call your brother." Mary said after a moment's consideration.
"One"
"Two"
"Thr..."
"Fine." He said sulkily.
We were friends and allies after that. She was the first person I would call in a crisis.
Was this considered a crisis yet?