Last one for today!
She had been at Jake's house for a week now. It was boring. She missed John and Sherlock so much. Their life was an adventure... Well most days. Other times she'd woken up to the sound of gunshots with "Not again Sherlock!"
The memories brought a smile to her face. She was interrupted by the door bell ringing. Short and sweet. They were impatient... She heard Jake's mother's footsteps.
She thought back to the court case. How did he do it? How could he be free? It was impossible. All the evidence was against him-
Her thought process was interrupted by a gunshot and a scream.
"MARIE!" she heard Jake shout. She sat up. "RUN! HE'S HERE! GO, NOW!"
BANG! Another gun shot. She quickly grabbed her bag and the little amount of money she had left. How did he find her?
"Marie..?" said the sing song Irish voice. "Where are you hiding Marie?"
She jumped out the window and ran across the conservatory. He looked up at her.
"There!" he shouted and two men with guns shot at the glass under her feet. She leaped off the roof and landed on the soft grass. She kept running, never looking back.
She panted as she turned the corner. She paused to catch her breath. She picked up the newspaper from the bin in front of her. A fake? How could they think he was a fake? She threw the newspaper back in the bin angrily. She couldn't do anything about it now. All she could do was keep on running.
She pulled the blanket around her tightly.
"Happy birthday Marie." she said to herself as the sun rose four days later. She got up and stretched her arms. She began to walk. She couldn't stay in one place for longer than a day or Moriarty would find her. She decided to walk by St. Barts. Memories of her father and Sherlock flooded her head. She looked up the tall building to see someone peering over the edge. No,not him. Moriarty gave her a sly smile only to be suddenly grabbed by a tall figure.
"Sherlock..." she sighed, looking at the men. She saw them disappear from the edge so she ran across the street to see if she could see them again. She heard a gunshot. Sherlock? No!
She sighed of relief when she saw him standing close to the edge, too close. She turned to see John come out of a taxi not too far behind her. She hid so he couldn't see her but his phone rang. She looked up to Sherlock who was holding his phone to his ear. She knew what he was doing.
No, he couldn't, he can't! He's just so brilliant! Why?
Her thoughts were interrupted by seeing him jump and her father screaming "SHERLOCK!"
She stood from where she was hiding and watched her father run to his friend.
Tears started to fall from her eyes and her hands were shaking.
"No..." was all she could whisper.
He was gone.