Welcome to my first attempt at a Sherlock fan fiction.
This takes place directly after the first episode of season one "A study in pink".
The idea came to me on day while driving home from work. I couldn't get it out of my head since then, so I decided to write it down.
And just as a warning: I may have the rough storyline in my head and the first few chapters outlined or even already written. But I can not guarantee regular updates. I will try my best but I promise nothing.
English is not my native language so I want to apologize beforehand for any spelling or grammatical errors that might sneak past the correction program. Feel free to point them out in a friendly way, so I can correct it and improve my writing.
Constructive criticism is more than welcomed and appreciated.
With that said. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think of it. :)
Oh, and of course I don't own anything recognizable from the show.
Chapter 1: A new case?
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson just entered 221 b Baker Street with Chinese take out in hand shortly after midnight, when Martha Hudson's landline started ringing.
She came into the hallway wearing a housecoat and appeared to still be half asleep, when she realized her tenants had just entered the building.
"Sherlock, Mr. Watson! You are home late! Not that that's any of my business, of course. I wonder who could be calling at this time of night? So inconsiderate."
Sherlock was just about to start going up the stairs to his – no, their flat – when Mrs Hudson picked up the phone. "Hello?"
An unintelligible and frantic female voice could be heard through the speaker, making Sherlock stop on the first step, turning around to the exchange on the phone.
"Tabbi? Tabitha is that you? Calm down dear. What is the matter, darling?", Mrs. Hudson tried to calm the late night caller.
The two men could hear more frantic talking through the phone but were unable to understand anything that was being said.
Now intrigued, Sherlock stepped closer to Mrs. Hudson. John, more worried for the person on the other end, did the same.
Mrs. Hudson became more distressed the more she heard.
"What do you mean? Are you certain? Give me the address!"
She was grabbing for the pen and notepad she had laying besides the telephone and wrote down the given address.
"Don't you worry, dear. I am going to get you help. Hide, you hear me? Stay hidden for as long as you can! Stay safe! I love you."
John stood confused and worried in the middle of the hallway and asked: "What is going on?"
But Mrs. Hudson ignored her newest tenant and went to grab Sherlock's coat.
"Sherlock! Please, you have to go and help her!"
"Go where? Help who and with what, Mrs. Hudson? I need specifics if I am to be of any help."
He might have come off as indifferent but the feeling of worry grew inside him. He liked Mrs. Hudson and felt protective of her. He certainly did not like her being so upset.
"Tabbi, Tabitha. She is my youngest niece from my husbands side. Some brutal gang boy is obsessed with her. I helped her to get to some-place safe. But he's found her, Sherlock! He's found her!"
She holds out the paper with the address to Sherlock.
"Please help her! Keep her safe and bring her here."
"Shouldn't we be calling the police then?", John asked on edge.
"As if those idiots would be of any help! They would only make things worse!", Mrs. Hudson snapped at him. The stress of the situation getting to her.
Sherlock looked at John with a determined look in his eyes before turning to Mrs. Hudson and squeezing her arms that still clung to his coat.
He nodded at her in reassurance before turning and rushing past the doctor out of the front door, calling "You coming, John?" over his shoulder on his way out.
John meanwhile looked from Mrs. Hudson to the front door and back at his new landlady. He stepped towards the exit before turning back around and – with an apologetic smile - pushed the bags of Chinese take out into Mrs. Hudson hands and rushed after Sherlock.
Living here is certainly not going to be boring!~ John thought.
For a brief moment, he wondered what he had gotten himself into and he questioned his sanity for not thinking twice of following the "high functioning sociopath" into unknown danger. Again.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and focus on the task at hand while following Sherlock out of the building.
Sherlock – already sitting in a taxi – calls out: "Come on! Time is of importance here!"
John climbed into the taxi and it drove off into the night.
Mrs. Hudson still stood in the hallway, a hand on top of her heart.
"Oh dear, I hope they all stay safe.", she muttered to herself, looking after the taxi that was bringing this strange duo towards their next case.