*Here is chapter 4- I hope you enjoy it. I know it's not much but chapter 5 is going to be explosive. Sorry if this chapters a little rubbish. I hope you like it all the same*
Chapter 4
Holmes and Watson stepped inside 221b Baker Street, hung up their coats and closed the door behind them. They had been discussing what they'd already found out, until now. Holmes seemed to go quiet, he stood still and his eyes didn't move nor blink. Watson watched him carefully- he'd seen this look before…something wasn't quite right. "Holmes what is it?" Watson ordered quietly, his eyes darting around for anything obvious he may have missed. Holmes turned to face his friend- panic filled his expression and Watson began to worry.
"Can't you hear it?" Holmes asked in wonder, his feet still hadn't moved.
"I don't hear anything." Watson replied listening hard.
"Exactly…usually when one enters 221b, you hear Mrs Hudson in the kitchen preparing tea or perhaps Mary's constant chatter…sometimes Gladstone will be barking…although now…you hear nothing." Holmes's voice quivered at the very thought of the strange silence from 221b. Now that Watson had thought about it- Holmes was right…there was something very peculiar about this silence. However the first thing that came to his mind was Mary.
"Mary!" Watson called with shear panic as he raced into the living room. There was a pause as Holmes nervously waited outside in the hallway. "Mary dear God what's happened to you?" Watson cried, as soon as Holmes heard him say that he was in there with him faster then lightening. He found Watson clutching Mary's hand who lay sprawled out on the carpet…un-conscious. Holmes immediately spotted the blood which trickled down the side of her fore-head. Tears left Watson's eyes as he cradled her in his arms. Then as if by magic her eyelids fluttered open slowly and Watson leant down and kissed her lips. "Thank God you're alright…"
"John…he's…after Mr Holmes…is Mrs Hudson still un-conscious?" Mary's voice was slow and weak, she still hadn't fully awoken. Watson pulled her upright and she gripped onto his arms as she steadied herself up. Watson spun round to face Holmes.
"Find Mrs Hudson now and bring her in here quickly!" He snapped pulling Mary close and stroking her hair. Holmes nodded and darted out the room in search for Mrs Hudson.