THE VIOLINIST
CHAPTER SIX
Sarah pushed as hard as she could. "Sherlock, I'm losing my grip."
"Just hold on a little longer." His muffled voice answered.
Sarah sighed and tightened her grip. "Is it always like this?"
"Yes." Sherlock responded in his no nonsense way.
They were in a cellar somewhere with a trapdoor that didn't want to stay open, so Sarah was stuck there holding it. "Why are we looking here again?" Sarah asked, blowing her hair out of her eyes.
Sherlock grunted from somewhere below her. "I told you already. The necklace led us here. We held it up to the sun and it showed the map on the wall, remember?"
Sarah shifted the door. "But doesn't this all seem too easy?"
"Yes." When Sherlock didn't say anything else, Sarah took that to mean he was concentrating and left him alone.
He had woken her up at 6:00 this morning to excitedly show her his new discovery. They had hurried off, and Sarah had only had time to grab a cookie from Mrs. Hudson before they left.
Sherlock emerged from the dark cellar and held up a ring. "I found it!" He said triumphantly, covered in dust from head to toe.
"Found what?" Sarah dropped the door and massaged her hands.
He grinned at her. "A ring. Just like the necklace! And I'm sure we can use the same method to find the map." He held it up to the sun, but it didn't work. He frowned.
"Maybe it needs concentrated sunlight." Sarah suggested. "Do you have a magnifying glass?"
He nodded, took one out of his pocket and positioned it so the sun shined on the ring. It didn't do anything.
He looked puzzled for a second, but then he brightened. "Of course! If the first item needed heat, then the second item needs cold!" Sherlock ran towards the street and Sarah followed.
They got a cab, and went back to the flat. As soon as the cab stopped, Sherlock vaulted out and ran to his flat, with Sarah behind him trying to keep up with his long legs. He went to the fridge and took out an ice cube. He then put the ice cube against the ring and shined it on the wall using a flashlight.
A map appeared in blue all over the wall. Sherlock grinned and ran off to go to the next location. Sarah grabbed his arm before he disappeared out the door. "Sherlock, have you thought that this could be a trap?"
He rolled his eyes. "We already discussed this. Yes, it could be a trap and that's exactly why I'm looking."
Sarah gave up on trying to convince him and they ran to go find another location.
EIGHT HOURS LATER
Sarah was so exhausted she almost collapsed where she was standing. They had finally finished the "clue hunt," and Sherlock was looking at the picture they had found at the end.
It was a picture of a rabid dog chasing a horse, and the man on the horse was hanging on with one hand. He looked like he was about to fall off any second. Sarah had no idea what it meant.
Sarah was just about to tell Sherlock that she was going to bed, when she heard the sound of shattering glass and felt something hit her forehead. Everything went black.
She woke up to a cold cloth on her head. Sarah sat up quickly, seeing a strange man in her bedroom. Wait, this wasn't her room. It was Sherlock's. Sherlock was talking to the man in the coat. The man left and Sherlock turned to her. "You're awake. Are you okay?"
"What happened?" Sarah questioned, rubbing her head.
"Someone threw a rock through the window and it hit you square on the head."
Sarah pressed the huge lump on her head and winced. "Who was that?" She said motioning to the doorway the man had just exited through.
"The doctor." Sherlock responded. "I called him after you didn't wake up for a long time."
Sarah started to get up.
"Don't do that." Sherlock put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. She shoved his hand away and stood. That was a bad idea. Her head swam and she almost fell over. Sherlock caught her and laid her back down on the bed.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea. The doctor said you have a concussion. You can sleep in here tonight."
"Where will you sleep?" Sarah asked him, although her eyes were already closing.
He waved his hand. "I'll sleep on the floor, so I can wake you up every few hours like the doctor said."
Sarah sat up. "You don't have to sleep on the floor, there's plenty of room on the bed."
Sherlock scrutinized her face. "Will you be uncomfortable?"
Sarah smiled as best as she could at the moment. "No. Just stay on your side of the bed and don't move around too much."
Sherlock looked at her for a second, then he nodded again. "Okay." He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then he laid down on the other side of the bed. "Good night." Sarah said sleepily.
"Good night." Sherlock answered.
A.N- So I was experiencing a little writer's block .I probably wouldn't update very often if it wasn't for my reviews and follows and favorites. So what I'm trying to say is thank you guys for the support :) And thanks especially to Britt30 for helping me figure out different things.