The Nails Of Terror (Chapter 4)
Well, there we are... In the middle of the city, in a cab's back seat... I am still lying on Sherlock and I am just totally lost in his eyes.
'Come on Shara...' I am thinking. 'Maybe this is your only chance... Come on kiss him! 'Cos if you're not going to he will never...' So I go for it... I kiss him... but just than; the cab stops.
"We arrived!"Shouts the cab driver to the back, to us.
"Oh God I am so stupid... I am so sorry Sherlock... I didn't mean to..." I try to find loop hole out of this embarrassing situation as we both sit up.
"I pulled you into the cab... It's my fault..." And he jumps out of the cab... once again.
11:40 221B Baker Street
"Oh, God Sherlock…" He starts his sentence in a really exhausted voice as me and Sherlock are walking into the kitchen. "Where were you? And what does Shara Rogers is doing here? I mean it's not a problem… I am just interested and…"
"I'll explain it later, but first…" Sherlock cuts into his words. "I'd like you to explain, why you were drunk in the morning?"
"It's… Listen, Sherlock... It's… It's really complicated…" His voice goes really quiet. "… And… And I… I don't really want to talk about it…" Sherlock sits to the seat opposite him around the kitchen table and he pulls out the chair next to him for me.
"Thank you…" I whisper to him in a really quiet voice.
"John you have to talk about it to someone…" Sherlock lowers his voice too.
'Oh God… Here is that kind talk again…'
"I promise you… After you've told us everything you're definitely going to feel better." And he puts his elbows on the table.
"It's… The problem is… I am upset about… because of… M… Mary…"
"What happened?" Sherlock asks in normal voice, with the normal volume and he lays back into the chair that he's sitting on quite lazily.
"Well… that's the thing! I don't know! Yesterday morning her mind is just gone… I mean she arrived home quite late, she packed her stuff, put her ring on the night table next to my side of our bed rushed out of the house with OUR little baby! I don't know what came to her…" He can't keep it inside anymore. He buries his face into his hands and starts to cry.
"Oh come on John…" I take one of his hands of his face. "Did she say anything to you before she left?" I ask in a really soft voice.
He calms down a bit and takes his other hand away from his face.
"She… She did say that 'We can't be together anymore' and 'You can't see my little baby from now' and 'We're never going to come back'… That last sentence is hurts the most…"
Sherlock is jumps up from the table and runs upstairs.
"Is he always like that?" I ask from John.
"Well… You have to get used to it… If you're going to work with him…"
"If you excuse me… I have to help Sherlock… We have to get through the records from the cameras." And I run upstairs after Sherlock.
"Why are you up here? I thought that you're going to stay downstairs with John…" He says as he sits down in front of his laptop.
"Oh I just thought that… If you need any help I could help you… Maybe?" I ask in a hopeful voice that he's going to say yes…
"Well… if you want to watch records from street cameras than… " He pulls out the chair next to that's next to him and nods his head into it's way. "… Sit down here. And help me to find anything interesting in them…"
22:00 221B Baker Street
We've been spending half of the day watching the clips over and over again… In case we missed out something, because Sherlock is just can't piece the puzzle together. Finally, John comes upstairs for the first time today…
"Um… Sherlock… Can get my old room back please? I don't think I could go back into that house again for a quite long time… It's full of… It's full of memories with… with her…" He asks.
"Well, it's alright with me. You just have to ask Mrs. Hudson…" Tries to answer Sherlock but John cuts into his words… Which is not really him… usually.
"I have already asked her and she said 'Of course!'…"
"Ok than…" And he watches the recordings again.
"Ok than… I'll go and catch a taxi and get my stuff here…"
"Oh, Sherlock. I have to go too… I have to get something to eat and I have to go home so… See you tomorrow, here at 8 o'clock… Ok?"
"Ok…" He answers without looking up from his laptop.
"See you tomorrow!" I take my coat and before I walk out of the room I look back to Sherlock from the door.
'I am so stupid…' I am thinking as I am walking down the stairs. 'Why did I kiss him in the taxi?'
23:00, same day, 221B Baker Street
I am standing in front the door of 221B… again. But there is only a tiny difference… I am wearing a nightgown, a robe, a coat and on the right side of me there is a small travel bag full of some clothes and stuff that I might need… And it's raining. I knock on the door and Mrs. Hudson opens the door.
"Oh dear God! What's happened to you, my dear? Oh, come on come on in!" And she sends me into the kitchen. "Let me make you a nice cuppa tea… That will warm you up…"
"Mrs. Hudson…" I pause for a moment to blow some warm air on my hands. "… I really… really do appreciate your… your kindness, but… but I really have to talk to… to Sherlock right now…" My whole body is shaking. Probably, because of the cold and maybe I'm a bit scared… after what happened… I don't really know…