"Sherlock!" I shouted, gripping onto Elena tightly.
"Shh..." I whispered, bouncing her a bit gently to stop her from crying.
The room was pitch black, my phone had run out of battery and I'd lost sight of Sherlock probably about half an hour ago.
I sat against a wall, holding her tightly.
"Wasn't Sherlock silly, Elena?" I asked, rocking her gently and sighing.
"Where are you?" I had asked into my phone as I stood on the doorstep outside John and Mary's house.
"Do you see the taxi over the road?" he asked. I peered into the distance beofre finding it.
"Yeah."
"I'm in there." I sighed, rolling my eyes slightly.
"Do you have to be so dramatic?" I asked before hanging up and trotting down the concrete steps then across the pothole filled road towards the taxi with Elena in my arms.
I opened the door to the cab and slid in, shutting the door behind me. I buckled myself in and looked at Sherlock who was staring at me. I shifted under his gaze, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.
"What?" I eventually asked when the taxi drove down the road.
"Why are you bring her? It could be dangerous." he grunted slightly. I could sense the annoyance in his eyes as he looked at me.
"Well where could I leave her?" I questioned sarcastically.
Angry, tired and far too hot for my liking with the windows done up tightly.
Elena was sleeping.
I could sense it from the lack of any baby-like movement other than breathing, of course.
I whimpered slightly, trying desperately to look around but my eyes hadn't adjusted to the blackness and I didn't think they ever would. It seemed to be one of those things that never went away.
For however long it was, I didn't do anything, I barely moved a muscle, but when Elena woke up evidently stressed, I did.
She wailed, filling the silence with the terrified screams that shot out of her mouth the moment she stirred.
"Shush Elena, sweetie... Shush..." I tried rocking her back and forth, and after a while, the muffled cries of an infant were replaced by a thick, lazy voice.
"Yes, hush hush Elena..."