There's been a Murder.
It was dark and Holmes lay awake, his fingers twirling one over the other, it was early, about six he reckoned, he had heard Mrs. Hudson pottering about downstairs but paid her little attention. He turned onto his side and closed his eyes. There was a knock on the door below, a soft knock, one eye opened then closed again as he heard a young girl speaking. Then there were footsteps, frenzied and tripping over themselves in their eagerness. Holmes opened both his eyes and sat up, raising one eyebrow as the steps approached his door.
"This one?!" He heard a young voice shout.
"Well yes but…" Mrs. Hudson, breathless but recognisable.
His door was pushed open and a flurry of blond curls bounced into his lap. Holmes groaned as the girl hit his shin.
"Mr. Holmes! It is you! Why are you squirming? I must talk to you." The girl's accent was refined and careful, in spite of its speed. Holmes took the girl by the arms and gently placed her on the floor, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed he flung on a dressing gown and stared at her.
"Well, who are you?" He asked with a slight smile.
"Hayley." She answered simply.
"And what can I do for you at this ungodly hour…Hayley." He paused as he said her name, standing he lit a cigarette and motioned for Mrs. Hudson to leave, who did with a frown.
"There's been a murder Mr. Holmes."
Holmes paused, the cigarette still between his lips and stared at the blond haired, rosy cheeked vision in front of him.
"A murder?"
A bit long for a drabble I suppose but it's more of a continuous drabble...if that makes sense....
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