"You RELAPSED!?" Natalie's tone rang in my ears as I started to wake up. I made some mixed grumbles but eventually came round.
"What makes you say that?" I pondered in the hope that she was just making an assumption. She pointed to the needle on the floor
"I didn't use it!" I defended myself "Sherlock stopped me. I wasn't going to even use it." Of course that was a huge lie but my choices were limited.
"Do we have to book you in to rehabilitation again?" Nat looked at me with quizzical looks. I shook my head and tried to roll back over but I wasn't allowed. "Sherlock called. He wants us round in 10." I grunted reluctantly and got out of bed wondering how in earth he got the house number. Still fully clothed from last night. Sherlock Holmes must think I'm a skank. That's something to have against my name. Natalie cleaned up the needle so I wouldn't even be tempted and I got changed. I wanted to look professional because I needed that after last night. I opted for a black pencil skirt and a cream blouse. It was warm out so I left without a jacket and with that me and Natalie set off down the street.
"223,...221!" Natalie almost squealed with excitement as she knocked on the door.
"Ahhh, Natalie and Emily! So lovely to see you!" We were delighted to see Miss Hudson at the door waiting to let us in.
"Let's them up Hudson" Sherlock's voice boomed from upstairs and we followed it up to the musky room that held two rugged armchairs and a wooden desk piled with random books and papers."Natalie. Emily. How are you feeling?" I just nodded not wanting to talk. I was mortified and didn't even want to look at him.
"She's fine. We are all fine. Shall we just get on?" Everyone's agreed with Natalie's outburst and we resumed the same place as last night. Mow including the fact that I had Sherlock on one side of me and John on the other also, to make my lock down worse Natalie was behind me and Mrs Hudson had locked the door downstairs. Obviously they forgot who I was. I had calculated 15 different ways out of the house that they haven't even thought off. I must have made some odd faces because Sherlock caught me thinking.
"Yes I have thought of them and no you won't be able to. I'm far stronger than you and me and John can hold you down." Sherlock's voice shook me from my thoughts. The though of him pinning me down wasn't to bad of a thought but I knew that was not top on my list of things to think about this morning.
"Last time we caught her Jonna was in Liverpool but she can be anywhere now. She was growing her network last time we met so god knows what she's up to now." Natalie's voice made me slip into the thoughts of last night. How I would know where Jonna is now if I could have used just one shot of the stuff before Mr blue-eyed sociopath walked in and stopped me.
"Idiot!" I yelled frustrated at myself. A moment later and I realised what I had just said. All eyes turned on me and I knew I had to think of a verbal escape. "Not you Nat, sorry. The problem is that we were high the entire case. How are we going to remember any of it?" Natalie mumbled and then nodded in agreement. The image of the syringe would not leave my head and I couldn't think of anything else.
"Emily. Walk with me." Sherlock's demanding tone didn't want to argue so I followed him out as he held up a finger to show we would only be a minute. Outside the door of 221B Sherlock backed me up against the wall. His arms held over each side of my shoulders so I couldn't escape and began to edge in closer to me. His head moved closer to mine and his lips moved closer to my ear. "Get it out of your head because it's not real." It wasn't until he backed away and I could look into his ice blue eyes that I sighed out a breath she had subconsciously retained. Within a blink of an eye his lips were on Mine.. The forgotten feeling of intimacy had flooded back and was fully welcome. As they found a rhythm they refused to part. The minuet was over a long time ago and I knew Natalie would come looking for me soon so I broke apart the kiss. "That's however. Was real." Sherlock said with a wink and they walked back into 221B.
The day at 221B was over and I had come a few steps forward in the investigation into looking for Jonna but no closer to sorting my addiction with the image of the needle. The image kept popping up at random points like someone was messing with my head. A plausible but very unlikely scenario. Back at 225 we decided to skip dinner and just go to bed early. I laid there and tossed and turned unable to shake the image from my head.
"There has to be something that is causing this." I told myself so I got up and looked for cameras or anything else that might affect me. Nothing was here. I screamed at the top of my lungs annoyed that the image was stuck and I started tossing clothes and books on the floor. Natalie heard the commotion and stormed into my room trying to shut me up but I was having a full on melt down. Natalie knew where this was leading so grabbed the house phone and called Sherlock over. Minutes later Sherlock bust through the door with a very sleepy john and charged straight for my room while Natalie and John sat in the living room. Natalie was terrified. Tears streamed down her face when she first saw me melt down.
"Emily. Em. Emily!" Sherlock tried his hardest to break through to me.
"She's got cameras watching me Sherlock, she's coming for me." I looked at him straight in the eye. He picked me up and put me down on the bed where he laid next to me and stroked my head until I calmed down. I curled up into a ball next to him with my head on his chest. He curled up with me
"I would never let anyone hurt you. Ever." He kissed the top of my head but my body craved more. I pushed him onto his back pinning him down with my hands on his wrists. I pushed my lips into his and he returned the kiss without hesitation. I wanted this to go further and I could tell he did too but he broke the kiss and shook his head. "Not tonight" he mumbled but carried on kissing the psychopathic, melodramatic me. That made sense when I thought about it, the psychopathic aspect of my personally, the part of me that snapped when Jonna first appeared on our files never really fixed itself. Until now. Being here with Sherlock, someone who understands me, fixed that broken part of me and I never wanted that to leave me. The blue eyed man who I had met on the first day on Baker Street was now the one holding me together like a bandage. I felt terrible for putting so much pressure on him but I know I had no other choice.
"Emily?" Sherlock's voice was a whisper but it broke through my thoughts. I realised I was still sat over him but I had frozen in motion I sighed realising it was a habit of mine to zone out.
"Sorry." I apologized but he kissed me one last time before sliding onto his side. "Stay with me tonight?" I asked in a hushed tone and he wrapped his arms around me in agreement. I stayed there in his arms until the sun had risen outside my windows.