The Nails Of Terror (Chapter 6)

08:10 221B Baker Street

We've been sitting at the table for at least five minutes... In silence...
"Do you know, Sherlock...?" Finally I break the silence between two bites of toast. " I was thinking that this bombing thing is not really Moriarty, is it? Because if he does something it usually comes in a 'pack'. I mean it's got to be a sequel... That is Moriarty's style..."
"What?" John asks in a really interested voice. "What about Moriarty?"
"He set off a bomb in Brixton at exactly 8 o'clock, yesterday morning, in front of a really busy office. It was a nail bomb." Sherlock explains. "But I have to talk to Lestrade now." And he takes the last bite of toast and egg into his mouth and rushes upstairs.
"John…" I break the silence after a couple of minutes. "Do you have any idea that… Why did Mary became so… So angry with you?"
"I… I have no idea, Shara… But I don't really want to talk about this now…" He drinks out the last drop of the coffee from his cup. "Thank you for the breakfast…"He stands up and turns to Mrs. Hudson who is standing in the kitchen door.
"That's all right, John." And then he walks upstairs.
"Dear God…" Mrs. Hudson walks into the kitchen. "This thing between him and Mary is really making him depressed. Doesn't it?"
"Yeah, definitely…" And I stand up from the table and start to put the plates into a pile.
"Oh, thank you for the help my dear, but I think I can deal with it… I think you should talk to Sherlock about what he has in his mind… You seem to be the only person who could get him to talking, about the case."
So, I go upstairs. Sherlock is on his phone so I go straight to the bathroom. I half an hour I come out and he is still on the phone so I go into his room and get myself into shape. I am opening the curtains and the windows when Sherlock walks in. He is still wearing his robe and now he is on his way to wardrobe. I turn to his way.
"Where are you rushing like this to?" I ask as I walk closer to him.
"Off to see ID Lesrade…" He says as he's taking his robe off. (And of course he has pajamas under it…)
'Damn pajamas…' The other side of my brain is working… again. That is so annoying sometimes… The sensible side of my mind is always on about work and life and the other side… Well, I don't really think that is my brain I think it's something in the bottom part of me, if you understand what I mean… And the insensible side is not always coming handy… It just confuses me when I 'm trying to think clear.
Anyway, he takes his pajama top off; he still shows his back to me… I take a step closer to him; he looks over his shoulder as he puts his shirt on… He turns to me as he's buttoning up the shirt.
"Can you leave the room Shara? Just until I get dressed." Oh my God… His voice is so soft as he's saying this…
"Of course…" I answer in a quiet voice and I walk to the way of the door.
" But…" He starts his sentence right before I open the door. "… I wanted to say that…" I turn to his way and he walks up to me. "…You look nice today…" He says. His voice is weirdly soft and caring I've never heard him talking like this before.
I am wearing a black knee-length pencil skirt, white long sleeved, skin-tight shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned, a cute little black vest and black tights. He puts his hands on my hips and he pulls me closer to him... My heart is starts to beet quicker... He leans closer to my ear and starts to whisper.
"Come with me to see ID Lestrade... Please..." And his voice is goes a bit stronger and there goes the whole of his kindness...
"Yes, of course..." I say in a really I-could-simply-be-blown-away-by-a-little-breeze-right-now voice; Frankly, I can be blown of my feet by a little breeze right now... His voice was so sugar sweet, it was nearly too sweet to be true... And as you can see it was too sweet to be true...
He lets go off me. But his head is still right next to my ear.
"But now I would be really happy if you'd turn around... I'd like to change my pyjama pants..."
"Oh, yes, yes..." And then I turn around, open the door and leave the room.
Five minutes later he runs out of his bedroom picks up his coat and he's already on his way to downstairs like nothing happened in the room before.
"So, Shara…" He leans back into the living room. "Are you coming?"
"Yep!" I shout after him as I jump up from the sofa and pick up my coat, too.

09:20, same day: 221B Baker Street

"Why did I have to go with you to get that?" I ask in a really angry voice. As I jump out of the cab way before Sherlock.
"Well… You said yes when I asked you…" He says in a really innocent voice.
I stop, turn into his way and look at him.
"Sherlock… Look at me! I don't really think that you're the one that is soaking wet, I don't think that you are the one that has ruined makeup and hair and I certainly don't think that the heel of your shoe is broken!" And now I am really, really fed up.
But I think that you'd ask what happened to me… Well, some of the Officers at the Police Department thought that they going to surprise Sherlock by landing a bucket of ice cold water… Well… looks like that someone else got the water into her neck! And I don't think I have to explain who it was.
I am storming into the house, then to upstairs and then straight into the bathroom. Around fifteen minutes later I come out. In fresh clothes and freshly washed hair.
"So, what are you doing?" I ask in a still quite annoyed voice…