The Nails Of Terror (Chapter 2)
"So... Is John been here today yet, Mrs. Hudson?" Asks Sherlock from her as she's walking up the stairs with a tray with two cups, a jug of tea, a little pot of sugar and some milk, without even looking up from his laptop.
"No, he wasn't here yet..." She answers in that kind voice of hers. "Who's that young lady with you, Sherlock?" She asks as she puts the tray on the kitchen table.
"Oh, that's Shara Rogers..." Sherlock lifts his hand at my way with his head still in the laptop.
I shake hands with her and she introduces herself.
"That's really nice to meet you my dear! I'm Mrs. Hudson. Oh, I've only one question..." She pauses for a second, her voice goes lower and she moves her head a bit closer to mine... "Are you his... You know... Girlfriend?"
"Oh, no, no, no, no... We're just... We're just working together." I quickly answer to that question.
"What?" Sherlock looks up from his laptop. "What are you two are talking about?"
"Oh... Nothing interesting..." I answer with a quite embarrased voice.
"Ok..." He jumps up from his seat, picks his coat up and he takes his phone ot of it's pocket.
"I'm going to call, John... He said yesterday that he'll be here today, first thing in the morning." And he was already on his phone.
After five minutes he takes the phone of his ear reaches for his coat and he's already at the door.
"Oh, God!" I cry out... Yet again. "What's wrong with Dr. Watson that you have to rush that quickly?"
He stops in the door...
"John is in The Pub and as I heard of his voice he's starting to get drunk... And he won't tell me why..." And he's alredy dow the stairs.
"What do you mean: the pub?" I garb my coat too and run after him.
"I mean THE Pub... The Pub is the place where John goes when he's feeling really down... And I really mean it as REALLY down, so there's must be something really big problem..."
"Oh... Ok, I get it." And there he jumps into the cab.
"Sherlock, wait!" I jump into the cab after him just before he closes the door.
"You've nearly shut the door on me..." I pause for a second. "...Again. Are you always in a rush?"
"Well, what do you think?" He asks.
"It's going to be great to work with you(!)" I said in an annoyed voice... I'm already getting annoyed and it's only 10 o'clock!
At The Pub...
As we walk into The Pub, Sherlock spots Dr. Watson from the door... Well it's not really hard, to spot him... He's right in a middle of a fight... And if he gets into a fight well... There is not going to be a lot of bones left in one piece... And I'm not talking about Dr. Watson's bones...
Luckily we arrive just in time. Just before this whole thing could turn into phisical abuse Sherlock runs ul to him, catches his arms and pulls him away from the other people.
"What..." He pauses for a moment as he's trying to free himself from Sherlock's hands. "What are you... Doing here... Sherlock..." He pauses again. "And why... Are you holding me back? I wanna bake the nose of that little fu..." But just before he could finish his sentence Sherlock sticks his right hand over Dr. Watsons mouth.
"You know John... No one really has to use words like that so lets stop right here, we'll take you home and we'll talk about what happend to you. Ok?" Asks Sherlock from John in a kind way that I've never heard from him before... Well I've heard it before but... That voice is usually the quiet before the storm... And when Sherlock's like that... That never means good...
5 years ago when we where in court on Moriarty's case Sherlock was in there too. He was one of the key people in the case. I was a kinda lawyer for him, even when I was sat there and he didn't even said a word for me. He said: 'I can handle this alone. You just going to sit there and shut up.' These words are really hurt, even today... After all these years...
Back in 221B...
John is only just could walk up the stairs (well he can't even walk up without our help) and he falls asleep right after he sits down... The unfortunate thing is that he sits down into Sherlock's chair.
"Oh great!" Murmurs Sherlock.
"Oh come on Sherlock we have to go and see the crime scene! By the time we get back he propably be awake-" I try to get his my away from his chair for now but he cuts into my words.
"Mrs. Hudson..." Sherlock shouts out for Mrs. Hudson who's in the kitchen upstairs. Nearly next to him.
"Sherlock..." She starts in that kind voice of hers. "Don't shout please. You'll wake up John."
"Oh sorry!" Answeres Sherlock in a really sarcastic voice. He continues with the same volume. "Can you call us when he gets up? We have to talk to him..."
"Oh, yes of course, Sherlock!" She answeres.
And in the same time he already had his coat in his hands and he was already downstairs at the door.
"Sherlock, wait!" I shout after him as he jumps in to a cab... Once again.
"So, to the crime scene?" I ask. This time I am not even going to mention that he nearly closed the door on me... For the third time this morning.
"Yep... To the crime scene." He answeres in that stron voice of his...