Mallory joined me as I ran home to change, "I'm going to warn you now, Mall. I live in the same apartment building as Sherlock Holmes." Her eyes widened, "Are you serious! The detective; Oh, my god!" She scooted closer to me in the taxi, "Is he as cute in person as he looks in the papers?" I blushed thinking about him like that, his eyes ever noticing everything. His lips moving into that slight smile he gives when you are wrong, his bouncy curls…, "I don't know, but he can be an insensitive jerk at times." She elbowed me in the arm, "You fancy him don't you!" I bit my lip, "Just a little."
We laughed as the taxi came to a stop in front of my building, I paid him, "Ta!" Mrs. Hudson was making tea as we walked in, "Oh, Klayre! How did everything go?" I gave her a hug, "Wonderful Mrs. Hudson, just wonderful. Are the boys in?" Her look turned grave, "No they aren't. I'm afraid the bomber has called them out again." My shoulders dropped, "Oh, no! Have they made any break throughs?" She shook her head, "Not yet, love. But don't you worry, Sherlock will see them safe and sound." I nodded with a slight smile, "I know." I led Mallory to my flat where she flopped on the couch, "How late do you want to stay out? If we plan on a late one, I'm going to catch a few winks while you get ready." I laughed, "I'm going to sleep for about an hour or so as well. I don't think I could just go party all night at the moment." We laughed as I closed the shades for her, "See you in a few." I smiled and laid down on my bed, "Oh, Mall!" She grunted, "Yeah." I picked my head up a little, "You can help yourself to what's in the fridge." She laughed, "Good to know." Soon we had both fallen asleep.
When I woke up Mallory was still asleep so I tiptoed to the bathroom and took a shower. The warm water revived me and the smell of my shampoo helped me wake up. After I put my hair in braids and dried them with a blow dryer. I left them in place to cool as I put my make up on and got dressed. When I walked out of the bathroom, Mallory was up and rummaging around the kitchen. She turned a sandwich in her hand, "Damn! You look good." I smiled, "Thanks, I have some clothes that'll fit if you want to try them on." She nodded and I led her to my closet. She picked out a mint green strapless number and went to get ready. While I waited, I turned the TV on to watch something until she was ready. At the same time, I used my free hand to undo my braids.
The only thing on that I could find was the news and it was showing that there had been a gas leak explosion that killed twelve people but I knew otherwise. I took off upstairs to see if they were home, the door was open and I could hear them talking so I walked straight in, "Oh thank god you're both okay. I just saw the news! What happened?" They both jumped slightly at my interjection. John waved at me without turning around, "Klayre." Sherlock did a double take before answering; brows creased, "He killed her because she started to describe him. Where are you off too?" I smiled quickly, "Out with a friend, she's downstairs getting ready. Is there any news from the bomber?" They shook their heads, John answering, "No, none."
I sat down on the couch arm to put my heels on, "So why is he doing this, then? Playing this game with you. Do you think he wants to be caught?" Sherlock put his hands up in front of his face, "I think he wants to be distracted." John stood up frustrated and started to pace around, "Oh, well I hope you'll be very happy together." Sherlock looked up at him in confusion, "Sorry, what?" John let out his frustration, I watched on biting my lip, "There are lives at stake, Sherlock. Actual human lives! Just so I know, do you care about that at all?" He looked at the two of us before answering, "will caring about them help save them?" John quipped, "Nope." Sherlock next sentence stung a little, "Then I'll continue to not make that mistake." I stood up, "And you find that easy, do you?" Sherlock looked at me, "Yes, very. Is that news to you?" I sighed, "No, no it's not." Sherlock watched as my shoulders dropped while I talked, "I've disappointed you, and you too John."
John pointed at him, "That's good. That's a good deduction, yeah." Sherlock continued to speak from his chair looking back and forth between us, "Here is some advice for the both of you. Don't make people into heroes. Heroes don't exist and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them." At that exact moment, his cell phone went off, "Excellent." Mallory who was walking up the stairs at the time he said that paused just short of the door. She saw the pained look in my eyes, "Well, I'm off to have a night out with my friend. John, Sherlock." I half-heartedly waved at them as I walked out the door. Mallory gave me her arm as we walked back down, "I see what you mean." I half-laughed and grabbed my purse, "Let's go have some fun!"
The first thing we did was go out for dinner, meeting up with Sabrina and Andie. Dinner was delicious and free from conversation of murder and murderers. During the course of making our way to the first club of the night I received a text from Sherlock.
Enjoying your night out? - S. Holmes
I huffed at him still upset over what he had said earlier and didn't reply right away. Right before we entered the building I text back.
Yes. P.S. You don't have to type your name; I have your number saved.
He responded immediately.
Oh, okay. See you when you get home.
I rolled my eyes and put the phone away after replying.
Of course, Sherlock.
Mallory noticed, "Sherlock." I nodded, "He's trying to make up for earlier." She nodded, "Come on love, let's get a drink. This night is all about you." I smiled, "Sounds wonderful." Soon we were dancing our hearts out and drinking the night away. After a few hours, Andie spoke up about another club called Heaven. It didn't take long to get a Taxi and it wasn't that far of a drive. Once we were inside he bought the first round of drinks.
Soon we were out dancing again. Mallory bumped into me and we laughed as I turned to apologize to the one I had bumped. The man seemed to recognize me at the same time I recognized him, "Jim! How are you? Is Molly here?" He shook his head as he smiled at, "No, we broke-up? I nodded sympathetically, "Oh, I'm sorry." He shrugged, "It's alright. Want to get a new drink?" I nodded and told Mallory where we going. As we approached the bar two men came at us from the left, one of them grabbing my arms, "Let me go!" Jim smiled at me, "Shh Klayre, it's going to be alright." Then everything went black.