Chapter 11
Page's Return to Baker Street
2 WEEKS LATER
*KNOCK*KNOCK*
Mrs Hudson peered through 221b's a jar door as she looked for any sign of movement inside. She could hear footsteps ever so slightly tiptoe their way closer and then...Sherlock burst out of the kitchen, a huge carving knife in hand pointed directly at Mrs Hudson. Yelping she jumped up and clutched her heart.
"Goodness me Sherlock dear, you scarred me to death almost!" She scolded pointing her finger at him as if he was a disobedient pupil. Sherlock sighed and lowered the knife to his side. "Whatever are you doing?" She protested eyeing the knife and shaking her head in confusment.
"Nothing Mrs Hudson, only cooking." Sherlock lied and winked. "What do you want?"
"You remember the young girl who was renting upstairs." Mrs Hudson said with a nod. "Well she's moved back in, permanently, just thought I'd let you know." Mrs Hudson smiled at him before saying goodbye and leaving the flat. Sherlock stayed perfectly still for a moments before returning into the kitchen and carrying on with chopping the eyeballs.
"I saw Page out on the landing." That was the first thing that John Watson said as he entered 221B that evening. "You said she'd be back." He said looking back at the door referring to the landing.
"Yes well, it'll be worth asking her a few questions soon." Sherlock replied coldly as he opened a jar and stuffed the chopped eyeballs back in before John could see what he'd been up to whilst he was out. John sat down with his laptop and Sherlock came back into the living room.
"Do you think she'll want to talk to you?"
"Oh yes, she likes me to much, she'll talk to me."