Your fingers are shaking as you see light switching on behind the wooden door. You want to stand up as soon as you heard two men talking and their footsteps coming near the door, but you don't. You just keep sitting in front of their door against the fence. You put your arms around your feet and press them closer to your chest when the door finally opens.
"John, that's ridiculous!" one of them says somehow bored.
"No, Sherlock, listen..." the one whose name must be John starts saying, but he got interrupted as he saw you. The small man looks at you with confusion first, but then rushes forward to kneel right next to you. "Are you alright? What happened? Are you hurt?" the man next to you with wide opened eyes asks worried.
Before you can even think of an answer two strong arms lift you up from the ground and hold your hips until the blond and smaller one's sure you don't fall back down again. "Thanks" you whisper, your voice sounds strange and rough from all the crying. Now the taller one, the one named Sherlock, comes closer to take a look at you. You look at him curiously, he is wearing a long coat and a dark blue scarf around his neck. You quickly sink your eyes to the ground, as he keeps staring at you with unbelievably blue-ish eyes.
John quickly exchanges looks with Sherlock, who is too occupied looking at the girl standing in front of him, with ripped jeans and treads of tears on her face. He can't quite tell what it was about the black haired girl, but it seems like she needs help and even if he isn't exactly the type of helping stranger, he wants to help her though.
"You must me freezing, wanna come in for a tea?" John asks, slightly shocked of Sherlock's well-behavior. You shyly nod and they guide you through the door.
You can hear someone hurrying around in a kitchen in the first floor, but John and Sherlock don't seem to bother so you just follow John up the stairs into their shared apartment.
To say it politely the apartment is a mess, but it feels homely and comfy, well beside the skull on the fire place, which is kind of creepy. You smile to yourself as you look up to John and Sherlock who already sit in their chairs waiting for someone to bring them the tea instead of making it on their own.