Chapter two:
Sarah made sure she was far away from her cousin's apartment before she stopped running. The side of her face burned and she was out of breath. Sarah leaned against a brick wall and pulled out her phone, and called the number from the ad, after a few rings someone picked up "Hello?" she recognized the bored drawl of Sherlock Holmes.
"Hey Sherlock, its Sarah"
"Where are you?"
"Church Road"
"I'll be there as soon as I can" then he hung up. Sarah sighed and slid down the wall and onto the ground. After a while a shadow covered her "Hello Sarah." A baritone voice said from above. "H-hi Sherlock" Sarah stumbled over her word like she always did when she got nervous. He knelt beside her "Does it hurt?" he asked in a soft almost human voice. Her brow furrowed "Does what hurt?" she looked deep into his starry eyes. He gave a soft smile "Your cheek has a hand print on It." she blushed "Come on let's get your things." He grabbed her hand and pulled Sarah to her feet.
Sherlock moved to open the door but Sarah caught his arm "He's extremely violent when he's drunk."
"Not to worry I've brought something for that." He tapped his coat pocket where there was an odd shaped bulge. Then he opened the door, Sarah following so close he could feel her breath on the back of his neck. Sarah whispered directions to her room.
They grabbed her few belongings and snuck back out into the street. They both carried a suitcase and a duffle bag. Sherlock hailed a cab and they put her bags in the trunk and got in the back seat. It was a long quiet journey but when they arrived it felt like a weight had lifted from her shoulders.
"Sarah dear, you're taking the room." Mrs. Hudson greeted them at the door with a warm hug and took a bag and brought it up to the empty bedroom. Mrs. Hudson didn't ask questions she just helped settle Sarah in, but through the day Sarah would catch the elder women's eyes lingering on her bused cheek. "He hit me." Sarah mumbled.
"Who hit you, dear?" Mrs. Hudson asked in a concerned voice
"My cousin, you where staring at my cheek I thought you should know." She whispered in a clear but small voice.
Around 10:00pm Sarah was sitting on the couch under the smiley face reading a book. Suddenly Sherlock burst into the flat and flopped on the couch head landing in Sarah's lap. He didn't seem to notice that his head was in her lap even when she said his name "Sherlock?" she kept saying. She flicked the side of his head; suddenly his eyes flew open "How long have you been there?" he looked surprised and sat up. "Since before you where here," She smiled.
"I'm really sorry." His pale cheeks turned red
"I-it's okay, you d-didn't mean to." She gave a sheepish smile "I-I'll see you tomorrow." Sarah got up and rushed into her bedroom.
She leaned against the door cheeks bright red, with a small smile. Sherlock looked so cute when he blushed. Sarah changed into her pajamas and brushed her hair. She crawled into the bed of her new room; she turned out her lamp and squished herself into her bed. She'd had a tough day and fell asleep almost seconds after her head hit the pillow.
Sarah woke up to the sound of clinking utensils. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. She looked through her drawers until she found her house coat. She left her room and entered the kitchen. The kitchen floor was cold on her bare feet "Good morning Sherlock." She said walking up to him. Sherlock was making tea. Sarah moved to open the fridge "I wouldn't do that if I where" it was too late Sarah had already opened it. She jumped back with a loud shriek "WHY IS THERE A SEVERED HAND IN THE FRIDGE!" she yelled slamming the fridge door. Sherlock chuckled "For work." He gave a grin that lit up his face. "What the hell kind of work do you do?" she growled.
"I'm a consulting detective."
"And what's that?"
"The police consult me when their out of their depths, which is always. But I also do private cases."
"Okay, could you keep your work out of the fridge?" She gave him a very annoyed look. Then she turned on her heal and marched out of the kitchen. It was just a little past nine but Sherlock was in a suit. After a while of sitting and staring angrily at the wall Sherlock's head popped out of the kitchen "How do you take your tea?" he asked. "Huh… oh one sugar." She didn't look at him.
Sherlock placed a mug beside her and then sat on the other side of the couch "Sorry about the hand." He muttered taking a sip of tea. "It's fine" Sarah said insincerely. He sighed "No it's not." He looked at her "I'll keep body parts out of the fridge."
"You need to for work I get it." She smiled at him "Just cover them up, okay?"
"I can live with that." He gave a light laugh.