I sat next to John and Sherlock on the front steps of the warehouse waiting for Lestrade to come. I shivered and continued to look ahead of myself and watched as the police vehicles came up the road. John stood to go speak with them while Sherlock continued to sit beside me I felt him watching most likely waiting to see if I would break down again. Another shiver wracked my body causing me to wrap my arms around myself. I felt a weight along my shoulders and turned my head slightly to see Sherlock place his coat around me his hands hesitating above my back before he patted me. Sherlock began to stand up and I knew that he was going to talk to the Detective but my hand shot out gently grabbing his. He stopped mid step and looked down at our touching hands.
"Please don't leave Sherlock." I whispered looking up at him as he let out a long sigh before helping me up.
"Just keep up with me." I nodded and stood up so that I was beside him I released his hand instead holding onto his purple long sleeve button up. I walked quickly behind him the group of people pulling supplies out of cars and running towards the building.
"What are you doing here freak." A black woman said a little ahead of us crossing her arms in front of her with a rather aggressive look on her face.
"Not now Donovan. Where is Detective Lestrade?" The woman gave him a look of contempt and ignored Sherlock's question by walking away. I stepped closer to Sherlock so that the only thing I saw was his purple shirt. Soon we came to a stop and I peeked around his arm still keeping my grip on his shirt.
"Lestrade has John given you an update on everything?" Sherlock asked a man with graying hair. I pulled Sherlock's coat tighter around me while observing the man that was now looking directly at me.
"Yes he did Sherlock. Now who is this here?" Lestrade asked pointing towards me making Sherlock look down at me.
"I'm Eleanor Hudson Detective Inspector." I answered his question taking a small step to the side to make myself more visible to him.
"So you're the girl that was taken and you are alright now?" I nodded pushing the sleeves of the coat slightly up my arms so they weren't covering my hands.
"Well Sherlock it seems you solved the murder case rather quickly. We'll clear everything up here and you three are good to go." Lestrade said looking at John and Sherlock and then turning to talk to a man in a blue scrub suit. Sherlock put his hand on my shoulder and turned us around and began to walk to the main road in hopes of hailing a cab.
"That man talking to Lestrade was Anderson he and Donovan are participating in an affair. I'm surprised that his wife has yet to figure it out they aren't very quiet about it. Are you coming Watson?" Sherlock called behind us towards the blonde man.
"Yes Sherlock just observing something."
"Very good John." Sherlock answered while hailing a passing cab. Once it stopped Sherlock let me get in first and then he got in followed by John. I was quiet the whole ride home but as we pulled up to 221 Baker Street I looked at John and Sherlock.
"Does Gran know what happened." I asked not wanting to worry her anymore then she already was about me.
"No we didn't tell her what was happening." John answered me with a small smile.
"That's good don't tell her. She doesn't need to be worrying about me here's your coat back Sherlock." I said after getting out of the cab and handing it to him, "I'll see the two of you later I think I'm just going to go to bed." I then turned and walked quickly to my flat locking the door behind me. I immediately headed to the shower and let the hot water pelt my skin till it was red from the heat. After I got out I pulled on a pair of black sweat pants and a large gray sweatshirt and curled up in the middle of my bed.
I thought back on everything that happened tonight. I remembered being terrified that I would be killed all alone. But then Sherlock came and he saved me he was so gentle after he untied me so careful with my feelings. As I laid there I pulled my comforter over me and stared into the darkness of my room and I listened to the quiet violin music that I knew was coming from upstairs and ever so slowly I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
~Dream World~
My eyes opened to the pale blue walls of my old flat and I began to shake as I walked down the hall to where I knew the kitchen was. As I looked into the kitchen I saw the hulking form of Kael with a bottle of whiskey against his lips. His brown eyes blood shot and his brown hair in an unruly mess. When our eyes met he grinned and slammed the bottle on the table and stood up from the chair walking to me. I was unable to move or look away as he grabbed me by the shoulders and leant forward to whisper in my ear making me shiver.
"You think locking me away is going to keep me from you. Do you honestly think this Sherlock man will protect? You're wrong if you do he is even worse than me." Kael growled into my ear.
"No," I whimpered, "you're wrong you are a monster."
"Oh am I?" He asked pulling back to reveal my kidnapper from mere hours before. And that's when I began screaming.
~Awake~
"Eleanor. Eleanor wake up!" I gasped my eye flying open to see Sherlock's face lit by my bedside lamp. I sat up making him take a step back as I sat on the edge of my bed. My hands pushing my loose blonde hair back and out of my face as I slowed my breathing.
"Sherlock how did you get in my door was locked?" I asked looking up at him noticing he was still in the outfit he was wearing earlier apart from the fact he was now wearing a robe.
"The locks on these doors are very easy to pick. It took me no longer than a minute to get in. I could hear your cries from upstairs and before you ask neither John nor Mrs. Hudson woke up I had already been awake." He said with his hands clasped behind him.
"You know Sherlock you can be really sweet when you want to be." I told him with a small smile.
"Don't tell John." He said smiling an actual smile not a smirk. I stood up from my bed and walked into my sitting room with Sherlock behind me. I sat down on the love seat followed by Sherlock sitting close enough that our shoulders would touch if one of us leaned.
"You know Sherlock I should apologize to you for dumping the cream on your head." To which he answered me with a nod. I yawned and laid my head on his shoulder feeling him tense but remaining where I was.
"You are my hero Sherlock." I whispered tiredly.
"Heroes aren't real Eleanor and even if they were I wouldn't be one."
"Fine," I whispered, "then you are my imaginary hero whether you like it or not." And with that I slowly fell back asleep to the rhythmic rise and fall off his shoulder while he breathed.
I was startled awake the next morning by John coming into my flat in search of Sherlock.
"Am I interrupting something?" John asked looking between Sherlock and I who were both wrapped in a cream blanket that Sherlock must have thrown over us.
"Honestly John what could you possibly be interrupting. We were both asleep." Sherlock answered with a sleep filled voice that made me blush because of the gravelly tone. I sat up which allowed Sherlock to stand and stretch.
"Well…ummm…Lestrade has something for you to check out at St. Barts so we'll leave when you're ready." John said as Sherlock walked out of my flat door. John's eyes immediately locked with mine and he smirked.
"So Eleanor what happened?"
"Nothing!" I answered quickly too quickly.
"Mhmmm. Just be careful alright he isn't always sensitive when it comes to others feelings. I don't want to see you hurt I'm not saying he is a bad man. He is a rather good bloke…just…be careful is all." John said while scratching the back of his head.
"Nothing is going on John but I will be careful." I answered standing up and folding the cream colored blanket and laying it back on the ground beside the couch. He nodded and then left my flat closing the door behind him. With a sigh I walked into my room and changed I need to find a job soon and try to get back to playing my cello. As I walked down the streets of London my black flats making light tapping noises against the side walk I thought of Sherlock.
Was something happening between us? I doubted it. I mean my last relationship wasn't the best maybe I was just viewing Sherlock as a savior. Uggg I don't know I thought as I popped my orange trench coats collar while passing a music store. After passing it I stopped and backed up looking at the shops window. Help Wanted. I smiled and opened the door and walked in as the bell jingled against the door and its bronze colored handle. The sound of new beginnings the sound of the start of my new life.