Double, Double, Toil and Trouble...
(Abbie's point of view)
John, Mrs. Hudson and I made it back to the flat without any trouble. However, I had this creepy feeling that we were being watched. Uncle John and I made sure she had something to eat and drink, and wasn't physically hurt, then I pulled him aside and told him about the text Bailey sent me. "It's weird!" I exclaimed, pulling the text up on my phone to show him. "Why would they just dash off? Bailey was just as anxious about Mrs. Hudson's safety as I was, so why would they not make sure she got back to the flat?"
"Maybe they trust us." John stated, not truly grasping what I was trying to tell him.
"She also didn't sign off the way we normally do. Look. In every earlier message, she calls me Twix and signs off as R. or Reece. Why not now? And she didn't respond when I asked what they were really doing. I think they are in serious trouble John. And with Moriarty still out there, you never know what could happen! Please! I have to know they are okay!" I begged. John gave the once over, adult-trying-to-make-sure-I-am-telling-the-truth glare. Then he sighed.
"Alright. what do you suggest we do?"
"I am going to call a friend first, and see if he can help us. Then we need to get out of here without being seen by any neighbors."
"If we change, we can look like some dinner guests and go through Mrs. Turner's back door into the alley. Sherlock goes through there if there is trouble outside, and Mrs. Turner won't mind."
"Great," I said confidently. "I'm going to call Michael, and see if he can help us."
"How would he be able to help?"
"He can track Bailey's or Sherlock's phone, and provide us with more manpower. Uncle John, I highly suggest you grab your gun." John went to his room to 'lock and load.' I changed my tennis shoes to knee high leather boots, my purple tee for an orange jumper and brown leather jacket. I stuffed my gun inside my jacket, and a large dagger into my right boot. Then I dialed Michael's number that I received from Mycroft and waited. He picked up on the second ring.
"What now, Abbie?"
"Gee, no, 'You're alive! How freaked out were you?' speech?"
"I'm in the middle of a very good video game right now, so whatever you want, spit it out, because I have a Kingdom to save!"
"Fine. Sheesh! I need you to track Bailey's phone. I think she and Sherlock have gotten themselves into a bit of a mess, and I need to find them."
"Just a second," he said. I knew he was concerned for Bailey (she had been his I sister ever since he was three, so to him, she was his sister!). I heard him frantically digging around, and then an "Aha! There it is!" Then furious typing on a computer keyboard. A few more than a few seconds later, Michael gave me a stand-still address for where she was.
"Meet me there, and let me know if they move, okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'll meet you at the corner across the road." We hung up just as John came back in. He wore a nice jacket over his customary jumper, and I noted the gun handle out of his pocket.
"I'd push it a little deeper into your pocket if I were you," I suggested. He stuffed his hands inside, completely smothering any trace of the gun with his arm.
"Better?" He asked teasingly.
"Much," I stated, chuckling lightly. "Come on," I said seriously. "We have to go. We will meet Michael there. It's thirty-minute drive in good traffic conditions, so hopefully we will get there in the next forty minutes." I shivered at what could possibly be happening to them. Nothing I could have dreamed met the sight I would see on arrival.
Song: TBA
Hello everyone! It's the Pianist! Just kidding...it's her fabulous co-author Reese! I'm your guest updater for the night...yay! We're updating the story in honor of the Sherlock Special that is just beginning...I'm sitting here with the Pianist and we're about to freak out at just the recap! OH MY GOODNESS so exciting. Anyway I'm gonna watch the show now...feel free to R&R and tell us what you think so far! We are open to suggestions. Enjoy the special, Sherlockians! :D :D :D :D
