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Twin Pills

Elaina bolted after the detective in time to see him enter the cab. She inwardly groaned, only coming up with one idea to go with Sherlock. It would be the second time in one day that she would have to do this but it was for Sherlock. Fingering her gun, she approached the cab and honeyed her voice.

"Sherly dear. Where are you going? I thought we were in the middle of a case. And then you were going to take me to dinner." She raised her voice to a whine and pouted. "Now I'm going to be too skinny! You know what it does to my appetite."

Sherlock stared at her in disbelieve before joining in with her game "Darling" He tried to console her. He stuttered over the foreign word and rolled it around on his tongue, experimenting with it. "Urgent business. This man demands my attention."

"A cabbie?" She said in obvious distaste. "A cabbie needs Sherlock Holmes attention. You're much too important for his type!"

Sherlock was a bit taken back by the venom in her formally sweet voice. Before he could dwell on it, the old man turned around and gave her a frigid and horrible toothy grin.

"Why don't you come with us Darling. We're going somewhere fun."

"It better not be somewhere with dirt." Elaina said quickly to cover her surprise at being addressed. "And don't call me Darling. The only man that calls me Darling is my Sherly"

"Oh Dear. Don't bother my clients." Sherlock reprimanded her. Elaina slumped in fake disappointment before sliding into the seat next to him. She cuddled up close to his warm chest and felt him become stiff under her close proximity. Reaching up to caress his cheek she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Play along. We're supposed to be deeply in love."

The cab driver interjected their fake intimate embrace "So who's this lovely lady?"

Elaina blushed "Oh I'm… Laurie Gardens. I'm an aspiring model." She said, making up a name on the spot. Laurieson Gardens and Laurie Gardens had matched well. She hoped the cabbie wouldn't notice.

"Hm… Well you are quite attractive." Eliana giggled flirtingly.

'Kindly shut up Laurie. I have to focus"

"Oh yah. Okay" She said abashed.

Sherlock examined the man as the cabbie drove them down streets, his car twisting and following a route unknown to his passengers. Little they know that as they were speeding down London Streets, John was tracking them on his computer. He shouted directions at his cabbie and tried to get a hold of Detective Inspector Lestrade.

Sherlock and Elaina reached the desired location when the former piped up "Where are we?"

"You know every street in London. You know exactly where we are." The cabbie answered as he opened the door. Before Sherlock could climb out, something metal was pushed under his coat. He felt Elaina's delicate fingers push on his rib cage. She traced the outline of the gun she had given Sherlock
"Roland-Kerr Further Education College. Why here?" He responded to the question and asked his own, while shoving the gun into an inside pocket of his coat.
"It's open. One thing about being a cabbie - you always know a nice quiet spot for a murder. I'm surprised more of us don't branch out." The cabbie explained in a slightly disinterested voice.
"And you just walk your victims in? How?" Sherlock said, before his face dropped in disappointment as a gun was pulled and it was swiveled to point at Elaina. "Oh Dull."
"Don't worry. It gets better." The old man encouraged the detective, silently catching his attention without being to blunt.
"You can't make people take their own lives at gunpoint." Elaina said. She had been pretending to be oblivious and scared at the fact that a gun was pointed at her head, but as he had worked to goad Sherlock her voice hardened and her grey eyes became stone-cold.
"I don't." The cabbie clarified. "It's much better than that. Don't need this with you. Cos you'll follow me." He pocketed the gun and turned around to enter the collage building. Sherlock sighed but followed him. Elaina made to get out after him but Sherlock turned and his eyes screamed I'm sorry before he locked the car and Elaina inside. Elaina watched his retreating figure enter the building before collapsing into sobs.

Her fingers scratched at the cab windows and tears streamed down Elaina's face. The thought of Sherlock's impending demise made her frantic. She pounded on the window and screamed at the top of her lungs before her voice gave out. She was ultimately alone and the one person she had decided to trust was gone and he was going to die. She had noticed the crazy light shining in the cabbie's eyes. Before she could freak out more, she rummaged around in her thought process. Trust. She trusted Sherlock Holmes. The oblivious sociopath who had little to no emotions? That Sherlock? But Elaina knew she would be devastated if her new friend was to die.

While she was puzzling over the mystery of her emotions, Elaina had hunkered down and John had strolled right past her. He looked indecisively between the twin buildings, before choosing the building on the left. Wasting no more time, he sped into the collage building, leaving Elaina oblivious to his presence.

Elaina finally stopped pondering the nature of these maternal instincts and reached into her back pocket, groping for her phone before stopping short. She had left it in 221B where it now sat, virtually useless, on Mrs. Hudson's bathroom sink. Elaina sunk into herself and curled herself into a fetal position. If only she had stopped Sherlock. If only she had insisted on going with the cabbie, into the darkened halls. If only she had just shot the cabbie in the bac of his head, while he was driving them to the collage. Just as she thought that, a gunshot rang through the air. Elaina began hyperventilating. Sherlock was dead. That was the only thing that a gunshot would mean. There was no way that Sherlock could have pulled the gun. He was to innocent. He was hooked in the case and he would never have killed the murderer. She buried her head in her hands and broke down in despair. Elaina was usually and optimistic person but recently the stress of being forced back to London and losing her boyfriend and now Sherlock was too much. She was already sleep deprived and this just wasn't a good day for her.

As she surrendered to her desolation a whacking noise aroused her. Lestrade peered into the car and halted his motion as he saw his employee rolled into a ball, and shaking slightly.

"Elaina?" He asked warily. The girl responded by throwing her arms around the handsome inspector and clinging to him. He rocked with the force of her tearful attack. He was also confused why she was locked in a car and sobbing in his arms.

"S-s-sherlock!" She wailed in despair. "He's dead isn't he?"

Elaina caught sight of a body, limp and lifeless, being hauled into an ambulance with a white sheet covering what had to be the detective. Her eyes glazed over and she sat down hard on the car seat. Lestrade whistled to a nearby officer, who grabbed an orange blanket and draped it over Elaina. She didn't even acknowledge it. Lestrade gripped her face in his weathered hands. "Sherlock's not dead. He's fine." His explanation fell upon deaf ears as she saw the curly haired detective perched on the edge of an ambulance. The same orange blanket that covered Elaina also rested on Sherlock's lean shoulders. Elaina stood up abruptly, startling Lestrade, and walked, as though in a trance, over to the detective. She approached him and leaned down to look into his eyes.

'Ah. Elaina. You're okay." He muttered, somewhat sheepishly

Elaina rested her hand on his cheek and whispered "You're alive" before winding up her arm and slapping him full on in the face. "How-" "Could-" "You-" "do that to me!" She shrieked, each word punctuated by a sharp slap.

"Ow! Stop that!"

"Oh Sherlock Holmes you deserve so much more. You deserve to BURN for the anxiety attack you caused me."

Sherlock observed the tear tracks on her face and the puffy redness rimming her eyes.

"Nothing to say? Good. Because I'm gone." And with that she flounced away, disappearing into the black night, but not before flinging her shock blanket into the arms of some poor officer, and snarling angry words at Donovan.