Close to home
Dani
Her phone buzzed on the bedside table and she opened her eyes groggily. She picked up the phone and read the message.
On a case with Lestrade – SH
She quickly tapped a reply. She wondered how he got her number but shook it off, he was a man of many mysteries.
When can I expect you home? - Dani x
Moments later he responded.
Later -SH
Dinner - Dani x
What day is it? –SH
Thursday. How could you not know what day it is? –Dani x
I don't eat until Sunday –SH
She stared at the screen "How can he not eat until Sunday?" she asked herself and shrugged at her own question, he thoughts were interrupted by another text coming through.
The fact it is a Tuesday is not important –SH
She laughed at the text. She pushed herself out of bed and looked down, she was wearing some loose shorts and a baggy top. She smiled remembering how Sherlock had held her last night, his body pressed against hers.
She took her time down the stairs noticing that the pain in her side had eased over the night. The kitchen had been turned into a science lab, there was a microscope and various papers. She took a tin of soup out of the cupboard and poured it into a bowl. She crossed the room and opened the microwave. There was a bag in there which she swapped for her soup, she put on the timer and closed the door.
Dani looked at the contents of the bag. It was full of toes, human toes. She resisted the urge to scream and instead laughed to herself. Toes in the microwave, is this what living with Sherlock was going to be like.
She pulled out her phone and messaged him
Sherlock, why are there toes in the microwave?
She neglected putting her name, he would know who was texting him by now and she purposely missed the 'x' to see if he would notice and deduced something from it.
It's an experiment – SH
An experiment that involves toes?
Yes – SH
She laughed and a second message came through.
Did you move them? –SH
Yes but I'll put them back when I'm done.
Good – SH
The microwave pinged and she pulled out the bowl which burnt her hand. "Shit" she mumbled as the bowl fell out of her hand and crashed onto the floor. She placed the toes back in the microwave and focused on cleaning p the mess she made.
The doorbell ringing distracted her, she moved over to the intercom "who is it?"
"It's me, I forgot my keys"
She smiled into the monitor, Sherlock forgetting his keys and he was meant to be and a consulting detective.
She buzzed him in and walked back into the kitchen to clean her mess.
A voice that came from the lounge frightened her "Dani", she jumped. The voice didn't belong to Sherlock.
She turned around to see Adam grinning at her.
"What are
to see that you were ok, heard you had a nasty turn last night"
"It was you" she gasped, he looked crazy. His hair in various directions and clothes ruffled. HE had fallen off the crazy train and landed right on her doorstep. "Get out Adam, this is crazy."
"Crazy, we spent the night together and now you're saying that I'm crazy. I love you"
"You drugged me, I don't even remember what happened." She said hopelessly pulling at her hair.
"You were great, I always thought you would be. So you doing here?" she snapped and he smiled again.
"I just came amazing and so beautiful."
"Shut up!" she screamed "you have no right, none!"
"The way you said my name, the way you moaned" he began, smirking at her.
"No matter what you say that won't change the fact that I didn't want it. I didn't want you" she spat at him "I never will."
He flinched at the words as if she had physically struck him "this is because of your flat mate, isn't it?"
She laughed at the desperate man "you have no idea, you never did. Get out before I call the police."
"I have a better idea Danielle, how about I leave something for this Sherlock Holmes to find." He jumped towards her.
Dani dodged and ran around the table, her mind racing for possible escape roots. She ran around the door, through the lounge into the hallway. She could easily make it downstairs if it weren't for him being so close behind her.
She chanced it and ran towards the stair, Adam was closer that she first realised and grasped her wrist. She cried out against his touch and he pulled her back. She stumbled, her body crashing into his.
"Get off me Adam, you're going to regret this." She spat at him and he smiled.
"No" he pulled something shiny from his pocket and pushed it into the lower left of her abdominal area. She sucked in a breath as the metal entered her body. She looked down at the knife that was sticking out of her body as he continued in a whisper "you'll regret this." The pain was hot and spread across her body.
He let go of her arm and pulled the knife out of her side. She cried out and fell against the wall to support her body. Tears were welling in her eyes and she was breathing deeply.
She slumped against the wall and watched as he walked down the stairs laughing.
Dani looked down, blood was welling but the pain was not as harsh as before. She clapped her hands over the wound and pushed hoping to stop the loss of blood.
She removed one hand from the wound and reached for the phone in her pocket.
She tapped rapidly at Sherlock's name, her hands leaving blood on the surface as the phone started ringing.
The phone rung for a few moments before her spoke "Danielle, I'm on a case..."
She interrupted "Sherlock stop." She took a deep breath, her eyes were heavily and closing. "I need you."
"What's wrong?" he asked quickly, a hint of worry in his voice.
"It won't stop…the blood…I need.." she spoke frantically.
"where are you?"
"Home…" she trailed off, her voice failing and body shutting down.
The searing pain came back and she screamed, the phone fell from her hand and she looked at the blood that pooled on the floor.
Her eyes closed and she couldn't open them. Her body wouldn't let her.
Sherlock
The sirens were louder than any other noise on the street. Lestrade was making his way through the streets of London as fast as her could. Sherlock held onto the handle, frowning at the streets. They were only a few streets away from Baker Street and would be there soon.
Sherlock exhaled, he hated travelling in police cars but this time he made an exception. Danielle was in trouble. Her phone call was cryptic. He struggled to understand what was happening but knew it couldn't be good. She was in a frantic state when she called him and mentioned blood. That meant she was injured and quite seriously, he had heard the phone slam onto the floor followed by the sound of a body falling onto wooden floor. Her face was close enough to the phone that he could hear her unsteady breathing. She was struggling to breathe.
He snapped into action when she phones, pulling Lestrade to the car and explaining that something was wrong. Lestrade who was visually worried didn't ask and questions but instead raced through London.
Lestrade pushed hard on the break, stopping diagonally in the road and blocking traffic. Sherlock jumped out the car and ran towards 221B, the door was open and alarm bells began ringing.
He took the stairs, two at the time with Lestrade millimetres behind him. He reached the top, his eyes widening at Danielle. She was on her side unconscious in a pool of blood, her shirt was drenched on one side.
His heart hurt at the sight of her.
Lestrade spoke behind him "Bloody Hell, call an ambulance."
"No" Sherlock snapped, rushing to her side and pressing down hard on the wound "We don't know how long she's been like this an ambulance will take too long." He paused, he didn't have time to explain how he knew that, not right now. "We'll take your car."
Sherlock hooked his around his neck and waist, pulling her onto his legs and standing up. Her head fell back, her mouth parted as she tried to breath.
Lestrade ran down the stairs as Sherlock followed his closely, not able to match his speed with Danielle in his arms. He walked sideward through the doorway into the street where two police cars had pulled up and people were looking at the scene. He watched as Greg opened the door to the back of his silver car.
A young policeman addressed Greg "an ambulance is on its way."
"Too Slow" Sherlock spat as he ducked into the car, positioning himself on the middle seat with Danielle across his lap. He positioned her head onto his shoulder and held her tightly. His other hand pressed against the wound.
"I'm taking them" Greg interjected, shutting the door and sitting in the front seat.
Greg wove through the streets towards the nearest hospital. Sherlock held Danielle close, his hand still over the wound. Blood had spread on Sherlock's clothes, the car and covered the woman in his arms.
Three minutes and forty five seconds later they were outside 's hospital. Greg opened the door to Sherlock and rushed inside to find help. As Sherlock shuffled out of the car and stepped onto the pavement, he was surrounded by medical staff. A man in scrubs pulled Danielle out of his arms and onto a hospital trolley and rushed her into the building.