Klayre's POV
Slowly I woke up to the smell of toast, bacon and coffee. Yawning, I walked out into the living room, "Morning, guys." I waved haphazardly and plopped down into one of the kitchen chairs, "What a night…" I took a sip of coffee and started eating the breakfast that John sat in front of me, "Yes, it was." He gave Sherlock a look as he sat back down, "So…I'm going to go ahead and leave my therapists number with you. I expect you to go see her. Even if it's just once." I looked up with a small smile, "Thanks, John. I will, promise." He left the number on a piece of paper, "I'm off to Sarah's for the day. Call if you need me, either of you." I nodded as did Sherlock.
I looked over at him while taking a bite of food, "You're awfully quiet this morning." He shrugged, "I haven't anything of importance to mention." Silence filled the air as I finished the meal. He sighed, "Sleep well?" I shrugged, "Decently…it was kind of cold in there." He looked over with a raised eyebrow, "I tend to sleep better in a cooler climate. Sorry, I forgot to mention that you could change it." I shrugged, "Ah, well. Thanks for it again, I should get downstairs and make this appointment." He nodded and watched as I left, "Laters." I smiled at his way of saying goodbye.
Four Days Later
I was running the kitchen, one of the sous chefs had called in, "I need that lamb an hour ago! Come on!" Finally, I was able to send out the last table for lunch. I sighed leaning against the counter, "Good work, everyone. Let's prep for dinner." Blanche came storming into the kitchen, "Klayre, people are requesting to see you." I nodded walked out into the greeting area. There stood two men dressed in suits, "Miss. White?" I smiled and stuck my hand out, "Yes, that's me. How can I help you?" They nodded in unison, "We need you to come with us. It's a very important matter. We were told to tell you that John and Sherlock are being fetched as well."
Panic and excitement filled my heart. I took my apron off and left without a second thought. The two men took me out to a black car and we drove for a while before approaching a building that I didn't think I'd ever get passed the gate. I rose my eyebrows curiously, "Are you sure…I'm supposed to be here?" One of them chuckled, "Yes, Miss. White. If you'll just follow me." He got out and waited for me to follow. Hesitantly I did, looking in the mirrors to readjust my clothes and hair. I looked into one and whispered to myself, "I should have put make-up on, dang it."
After walking down several hallways, I wound up in a room that was oddly quiet, "Just wait in here. Someone will be with you soon." I nodded, looking around. At the other end of the room sat John and Sherlock. I waved and walked over to them. Laughing at the sight of Sherlock as I sat down, "Why are you wearing sheets?" Then another thought struck as I noticed his bare chest, "Please, tell me you have something on under that…" I blushed as he looked away, "Unfortunately, my escorts didn't give me time to dress into anything appropriate." John smiled a little and coughed to cover it up, "I can't believe we are here…this means our client must be…" You smiled in return, squealing quietly, "I know!"