The Heart of Mr Holmes

by xxNellxx

When a woman moves into 221A, she soon befriends those from 221B. Though hiding her feelings for the tall man in the coat & scarf is harder then what she thought- especially when she is given a deed in which could cost more then one life and one heart- OC

6. Denim Jackets

Chapter 6

Denim Jackets

"I need a case John, where the hell is Lestrade; he must have something for me?" Sherlock paced the flat, he was irritated and stressed, and as he said- his brain was starting to rot. "Pass me the violin." Sherlock outstretched his arm and waited for John to hand him the instrument. "Quickly!" He said losing his temper. John got off the sofa with a sigh and picked up the violin, handing it to Sherlock was the last thing he wanted to do. Very slowly, Sherlock placed it under his chin and then as soon as John settled back down again on the sofa he violently began to play it. The ear piercing screech caused John to screw his face up and grit his teeth.

"Right, I've got to get to hospital now." He shouted over the unwanted noise of the violin.

Page Santos sat writing a few drafts in an old notebook for the magazine. Her pen hadn't stopped writing all morning and now-she thought- it was time for a break. Making the most of her time in London she decided she'd spend her afternoon at Trafalgar square- it was one of her favourite places and she always felt so happy there. Putting her things away, Page went to grab her denim jacket to find that…it wasn't there. Screwing her eyebrows up she sighed- she'd obviously left it in John Watson's flat. Instead she took hold of her bag and locked the door.

The strings screeched and screamed as Sherlock viciously pulled the bow back and forth across the instrument. *Knock*knock* The sound of the violin came to a halt and Sherlock threw it onto the sofa. "Come in." He called putting his hands in his pocket and pacing the room. The door creaked open and the young woman from upstairs opened her mouth to speak but nothing but stutters escaped from her quivering lips. His eyes widened for a moment and then he decided to speak. "Your jacket is in the kitchen." He snapped glancing over towards the kitchen. Page nodded and quickly her small feet pattered into the kitchen where she retrieved her jacket from over one of the chairs.

"Thank you." She whispered as she brushed past him like a cold breeze. He eyed her from behind and pulled a face- it was obvious he thought- she was defiantly into him. First Molly Hooper, now the freakish girl from upstairs, what next! He watched as she hovered in the doorway and turned to face him. "Goodbye Sherlock."