"I'm not going," Hayden repeated as she glared up at the younger Holmes brother, "I am going to stay in my lovely apartment and relax as you to go out and risk your lives."
"I thought you wanted to help on the case?" Sherlock reminded her coldly.
"Just get out," Hayden snapped, "If you're not going to trust my judgment now then how the hell are you going to trust my judgment when our lives are in danger?"
Hayden rolled her eyes when Sherlock simply spun on his heel and stalked out of the room. She followed him in order to slam the door shut once he was out of the room.
Muttering under her breath Hayden went to make herself some tea before she got to work on the case. She brought her finished drink back to the couch and then hoisted herself from her chair to the sofa. She reached out and pushed her chair away only to realize that now she was stranded on the couch.
Hayden let out a curse.
She didn't know she was crying until she found that her nose was starting toe get stuffed. She let out a huff of a breath before searching around herself for her phone. When she couldn't find it, she grabbed a pillow and brought it to her face before screaming into the floral object.
Giving up, Hayden brought her legs up onto the couch, pulling them up from under her thigh, and flopped back onto the couch. She laid there until she fell into a fitful sleep thirty minutes of staring at the ceiling later.
