CHAPTER THREE
"Oh welcome home, Sherlock!" Ms. Hudson greeted them at the door. "Would you like some tea?"
"No thank you." Sherlock replied. "I think I'm going to go rest for a bit." Ms. Hudson looked at John who watched Sherlock slowly walk up the steps and disappear.
"John." Ms. Hudson had to say twice to get his attention. "Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please." John said as he covered up the worried look with a smile and followed Ms. Hudson into the dining room.
Sherlock quietly shut his door. He stood there for a moment with his back pressed up against the door before beginning to pace back and forth, trying to remember exactly what had happened. His mind wasn't completely unaware of the events that took place, there were just pieces missing.
Ahh~ a rather disturbing noise came from Sherlock's phone. Sherlock paused and then hesitantly walked over to his bed. He picked up the phone from where it had laid.
1 NEW MESSAGE appeared on the mobile phone screen. Sherlock knew who the message was from by the text alert tone. He threw the phone back down on the bed, and went back to pacing.
Unable to ignore the message, Sherlock went back to the bed and picked the phone up, quickly opening the message.
"Good evening." The text simple read. Sherlock glared at the message for a few seconds until another one came. "Having trouble?" The second text read.
"Trouble?" Sherlock sent back. Almost instantly Sherlock received another message.
"It seems you have found yourself at a lost. You don't know what to do."
"What do you know?" Sherlock desperately replied.
"It'd be no fun if I just told you." Another message was almost instantly received.
"What do you know?" Sherlock repeated himself. This time a message did not come instantly. Sherlock stared at the phone waiting for a reply, but nothing came. He threw the phone back onto the bed, moved his hand through his hair, and then walked to stare observantly out his window.
Ahh~ the disturbing sound came from his phone again. Sherlock moved his focus from the unfamiliar outside world to the phone, which was once again lying on his bed. He agitatedly walked to his bed and once again picked up the phone.
1 NEW MESSAGE fixed itself upon the screen once more. Sherlock dubiously opened the message.
"Dinner?" The content of the message read.
"Sherlock?" A call from downstairs interrupted his train of thought. "Sherlock?" It came again after a moment of silence. Sherlock did not answer back. Instead, he grabbed his coat and made his way down the stairs. John, unsure of what to say, or think, about Sherlock's energy, just stared.
"Come on, John." Sherlock said as he made his way towards the front door.
"What? Where are we going?" John managed to get out before Sherlock practically forced him out the door.
"Investigating." Sherlock stated with a slight grin on his face.
"But you've only just got back!" The two could hear Ms. Hudson say behind the slamming door.
"Investigating? Investigating what?!" John demanded to know.
"The crime scene of course, what else?" Sherlock answered.
"The crime scene?"
"Yes, the crime scene. I need to see if there is anything there that will help me remember everything," Sherlock explained as he continued walking quickly to his destination.
"But, Sherlock… The apartment building we were in is the other way." John shyly corrected. Sherlock came to a halting stop. Sherlock stared concernedly ahead, slightly squinting his eyes, and then turned around to face John.
"Of course it is." He responded, hiding his worry.
Sherlock lifted the yellow crime-scene tape and made his way to the broken door. He cautiously walked inside and up the stairs. John doubtfully followed. At the very top of the stairs, to the left, was the room Sherlock had been taken to. He carefully pushed to door opened, unsure if it was idle.
Once positive there was absolutely no sign of anyone in the room Sherlock confidently pushed the door wide open and walked in. He immediately began scanning the room.
"Sherlock, I don't think yo-"
"Shh, John! You're interrupting my moment of thought!" Sherlock rudely hissed as he continued to prowl around the room. "There has to be something. Anything… anything at all!" Sherlock began to quietly yell to himself.
"Sherlock-"John tried to speak.
"Dammit it, John! Why can't I remember?" Sherlock asked in hope of an adequate response as he leaned forward with two hands on the top of a chair. He closed his eyes and tried to visualize a full picture of the night, but all he could get was a faded sketch that went in and out. Getting extremely irritated, Sherlock pushed himself completely up right and stomped out of the room.
"What- Sherlock?" John called as he tried to keep up. "Sherlock!" John called again as they he stepped out onto the street. Sherlock was a few yards ahead and already passed the yellow crime tape. "Sherlock, where are we going now?!" John asked once he finally caught up to Sherlock at a pedestrian cross-walk that was red.
"Home, that place is obviously not going to tell me anything." Sherlock said, shaking impatiently. Unable to wait any longer, Sherlock began walking across the streets.
"The light is still red!" John called out to Sherlock, who was causing passing cars to honk as they barely miss him. John ran after Sherlock, disregarding the color of the cross-walk light, and mouth words of apology to the people in the car who had to stop. John had to run, once again, to catch back up to Sherlock. "Sherlock!" John sternly said as he pulled at Sherlock's coat sleeve. The jerk caused Sherlock to stop and turn slightly towards John. The unexplainable feeling that Sherlock had earlier felt began to come back as he looked directly at John. Sherlock could see the worry in John's eyes. "You need to rest." John said, almost out of breath.
"Rest? " Sherlock asked like he was in disbelief that John would even suggest a think like that. "I don't need-"
"Yes you do." John interrupted Sherlock. Sherlock once again just stared. "I'm beginning to worry more than I should, Sherlock." John expressed. Sherlock felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. "Please, Sherlock, for me." Sherlock took in a deep breath and stood up straight.
"Fine." He agreed. The rest of the way back to the flat was silent. John was in deep thought of worry and Sherlock felt like someone was pushing against his chest again, not that he would have said something if the feeling wasn't there.
"Back so soon!" Ms. Hudson delightfully cheered as she made her way from the kitchen to the door. By the time she got there Sherlock was already up the stairs and John was once again staring with a concerned expression.