A Shadowy Figure

by noraagnes

Kathryn just moved into her new flat. Every night she notices something that no one else does. There's something different about 221 B. It will take time for her to realize the true reason for her being linked to the old resident of 221B Baker Street. But one day, with the help of a few friends, she might just learn

8. Part Seven

Part Seven: Chewing Gum

Sherlock's Point of View

Where is that girl? She's usually knocking on my window by 11:24. It's now 11:29 and I see no sign of her.

Suddenly I hear footsteps at the door. She never comes in that way. Then a key sliding into the lock. Mrs. Hudson wouldn't be up here at this time of night. The door swings open and I'm shocked by what I see.

"John?"

"Sherlock?" he asks surprised. He doesn't believe that it's really me. He hesitates to walk toward me.

"John it's me," I say stepping toward him.

"The girl was right," he says still looking at me in awe.

"You talked to her too? Where is she?" I ask him.

"I was supposed to meet her here," he shrugs.

"It's not like her to not show up John," I say looking at the window, "she's like me. She would've left a sign."

"What do you mean, she's 'like you'?" he asks stupidly.

"Honestly John," I sigh grabbing my coat, "What goes on in that head of yours?"

"There's the Sherlock I know," he rolls his eyes as we walk out the front door.

"Where did you last see her?" I ask as I step outside.

"Right there," he points, "I got in a cab and she handed me the note to meet her at the flat."

Stuck on a lamp post by a piece of gum is a slip of paper. I pull it off and examin it. It reads "I Believe".

"John, recognize this?" I ask handing it to him.

"It's the note I gave the girl in the café," he says at a glance.

"Got my magnifying glass?" I ask. He hands it to me without a word, "missed me that much?" I ask looking at how much it's been used since the jump. It's more worn, showing that someone has been using it.

"Maybe she just put it there on accident?" he suggests.

"Look here… signs of struggle… the grease from her hands from working on the café. She grabbed the lamp post in a fight," I explain, "at this angle she would have been pulled into a car."

"Brilliant," John sighs. As I continue to look at the lamp post John looks at the street. "Sherlock, look at these markings."

I follow his eyes to the street where there are scratches. "She kicked the bumper," I laugh. "She's brilliant! Oh, absolutely brilliant! All we have to do is follow these marks and we'll find the car."

Bing

I take out my cell phone to look at my new text message. It's from Kathryn.

Help.