John's Notebook (johnlock)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The next day when we were back at the flat, Sherlock was playing the violin. It was a lovely melody, but I wasn't appreciating it much considering I had a fairly bad headache.

"Sherlock, can you please be a bit quieter" I shouted from the other room which made it worse. He ignored me and continued playing. "Sherlock please, I have a headache". I heard him sigh in disappointment and set the violin down on the table. Hugo jumped onto my bed and laid down. I noticed he was getting bigger and he wasn't a kitten anymore. I pet him for a while.

A bit later I decided I was hungry so I went into the kitchen to see if there was any decent food. There was a half-eaten jar of olives, some old chips, and a bag of crisps. "Sherlock, I'm going out. Do you want anything?" I called. "Yes. Get me some nicotine patches" He replied. "Alright, be back in a bit" I grabbed my jacket and went out the door.

I got a cab, told him the address and he started driving. A few minutes later he spoke. "Have you figured it out yet?" He asked. I frowned "Excuse me?" I asked, confused. He sighed as if he was annoyed. "The notes, have you figured out the notes?" My heart started racing. "W-what notes. ?" I asked hoping he wasn't talking about what I assumed he was. "Oh, Dr. Watson, I believe you know exactly what I am talking about." He snickered. "They're not names. They're streets" He paused "The streets they were killed on". I tried to open the car door but it was locked.

Just then my phone rang. "It seems your boyfriend has figured it out" he said.

It was Sherlock.

But Sherlock never calls, he prefers to text. I answered it. "John, you where are you?" He asked frantically. "Um, I think I'm in a murderers cab. Why what's up with you?" I asked sarcastically. "You need to get out of there. NOW!" He shouted. "Sherlock I can't. I've tried" "John, I've figured it out! The notes, they're not names they're streets. Somebody just texted me

'425 Westbrook Ave.'" he said. You have to get out." "I thought we've already discussed the fact that I can't." He paused. "Right, I'll be right there then" he said and hung up.

According to what Sherlock said about the note '425 Westbrook Ave.' and considering I got into a murderers car I figured this wouldn't end well for me.

"Who are you?" I demanded scooting foreword to see his face. He pulled out a gun and pointed it inches away from my face. "Dr. Watson, patience" he said.

A moment later he pulled into a dark parking lot. "We're here" he said in a singsong voice. I didn't have much time to look around before I was pulled out of the car, and everything went black.

*dramatic music* Sooo, thats interesting! I wonder what happened. Who do you think was the cab driver?? Comment and vote!

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XOXO Brook