Taking the Plunge

(Samantha)
Sherlock was not passed out on my couch, the chair, or in my spare room. He was, once again lying in the middle of my floor.
"Not again" I groaned pushing his shoulder with the toe of my shoe. "Come on get up…"
"You get up" He barked pushing my foot away.
"He's done this before?" Hannah asked raising her eyebrows.
"Unfortunately." I reached down and pulled at his arms. "C'mon Holmes now, you can't be on the floor."
"Don't touch me woman!" He forcefully yanked his arms back causing me to fall over. "I am extremely tired and would like to rest." He got up and moved to the couch, not once glancing at the state I was in on the floor.
"Sam you alright?" Hannah came to help me to my feet.
"Well he has not done that before." He'd snapped at me before but this was something different.
"Why is she here? Went and hired a nanny to watch over me? I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, or don't you trust me?" He picked up the near empty bottle off the floor and stormed off into the guest room.
"What the hell is his problem?" Hannah asked taking a seat in the oversized recliner.
"I believe that is withdrawal…its only going to get worse." I sighed "you might as well stay here, we'll keep the shop closed tomorrow."

(Holmes)
Where was she, why wasn't she here when I returned. It doesn't matter, the sooner I returned to Baker Street the better. This place was only causing headaches and hunger. Lord how I ached for the familiar prick and plunge of the needle in my veins, the jolt it gave my mind.
Her alcohol had no where near the same effects.

I quickly drained the bottle and placed it on the windowsill. It was nearly dawn, the few sunrays that had emerged were burning my eyes. Pulling the drapes closed I went over to the bed. Could this be a dream, a dream such as Alice's or was my reasoning for that a waste of time? I did not seem as if I were in a dream, but most dreamers don't feel they are dreaming when in fact they are. Reluctantly I lay on top of the sheets and rested my hands behind my head. I would sleep now and perhaps would wake up at Baker Street tomorrow.

(Samantha)
The yelling from the guest room dragged me out of bed after only a few hours. Sherlock was tossing and turning about on the bed.
"NO! Watson…stop please….get back…get…"
"Sherlock…" I was afraid to touch him, not knowing how he would react but he looked absolutely awful. "Sherlock you need to wake up.." Going against my will I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Holmes!" I shouted giving him a shake.
That got his attention.
He grabbed both my wrists and rolled us both to the floor, pinning me beneath him. Once he realized it was me he quickly retreated back to the bed. I groaned and pulled my self up and sat next to him.
"I'm…I'm sorry Samantha…it…it was just a dream…you startled me."
"I know, I wouldn't have shook you but it seemed really bad."
He turned to face me.
"They took Watson…they intended to murder him and place the blame on me…"
He lied back and his eyes slipped closed, shortly after his breathing steadied. I slipped out the door and let him sleep.

Hannah had managed to sleep through his noise, that girl could sleep through a hurricane. I plucked a book from the shelf. Slowly I began flipping through the pages of my not so fictional detective's life.
"Oh no!" Not far from the books ending I noticed the pages had begun to fade, they were still there, but were defiantly vanishing. "Hannah get up!" I cried pulling off her blanket.
"Not yet Sammy…few more minutes." She tucked her knees under her body and tried to go back to sleep.
"No Hannah now!"
"Alright alright." She complained "I'm up"
I quickly pulled on a pair of khaki pants and a white button down and grabbed Sherlock's waist coat from the back of the couch.
"Where are we going?" She asked rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"To find out if that damned wall works."

"You sure this is going to work Sammy?" I had called Kyle and had him meet us there.
"Nope…" I sighed "But there is only one way to find out right?"
"Where do you suppose it goes?" He asked.
"Gretchen was keen on mentioning the Thames…so I take it I'll be going for a swim." I stared at the wall not believing what I was about to do.
Hannah was blinking back tears.
"Hey you stop that, I'll be back and until I am can you look after Sherlock, he's going to need a lot of Oreos." I laughed giving her a quick hug. "You and Kyle will look after the shop for me?"
"Of course Sammy, be careful alright, I'd hate to loose my best friend" Her hazel eyes were now spilling over with tears.
"I'll be back before you know it." I gave them both a hug before they moved to stand in front of me to avoid any unwanted attention.
"Here goes nothing." I whispered taking a deep breath.

A/N this should turn out interesting…
LOTS OF LOVE
-Shelly