Holmes (Sequel to The Detective)

Chapter Six

LUCY'S P.O.V 

Two Months Later

I stared down at my bump and smiled sadly, you're going to be loved little one.  After much hard work I'd managed to fit a cot into a cot into my small bedroom and put a high chair in the kitchen.  I sighed before sitting down and switching on the TV, Sherlock's face appeared on screen, missing, for two months now.  Please god let him be alive.  It talked about him, describing the case of the missing hat detective as hard to crack, then it talked about me his pregnant 'ex' fiancee.  I could hear the reporters outside, always there, always asking questions, about him, about me about the baby, asking whether I know where he is, if he's alive, if he's safe.  And dear god I wish I knew the answers.  I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I thought of my final moments with him, punching him, his face blank and then the door closing.  If I'd never acted out I'd never of been like this, maybe he'd never of gone missing.  

As the sky grew darker my eyes grew heavier, before closing, the humming of the TV becoming silent as I slipped into sleep.

I was sitting in a chair in the middle of a dark room.  I could hear the laughs of Moriarty echoing in the darkness, 

"Hello Lucy Lamb."  I heard Irene whisper from the dark, her hand sliding over the backs of my shoulders,

"Where are you Irene?  I haven't heard from you in months?" My voice sounded like a child's, scared and alone in the dark with only my sisters voice to comfort me,

"Oh don't worry about me dear, worry about Sherlock, worry about where he is."  

Green.  

I heard footsteps from the dark then his voice,

"Green, think about it Lucy, green."  I felt tears well up in my eyes,

"Where are you Sherlock?"

"Green, green."  

Then it all faded to black.

I woke up, my head lifting up from the sofa, my eyes wide as I looked around the room, expecting to see him.

"Sherlock?"

Nothing just the blackness and silence, no not silence, something else, breathing, my breathing?  Am I breathing that loud?  No.  It's not my breathing.  I felt my heart rate pick up, as the panic set in.  Don't speak, don't say a word, stay still, stay quiet, pretend you've gone back to sleep.  I slowly lay back down and curled up, my hands resting on my baby bump.  The floorboards creaked as someone made their way across the room towards me, I closed my way, listening to the intruders breathing.  From what I'd seen of his dark outline he was around six foot tall, carried himself easily and had something around his neck, a scarf?  I felt something brush against my face, something slightly scratchy, a coat maybe? Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" The light switched on and with hopeful eyes I glanced up.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Vidar smiled down at me,

"Nice to see you to Ms. Adler." I scowled,

"Why are you in my flat?"

"I was sent,"

"By whom?"

"I can't tell you but I have a message for you."  He handed me a piece of paper,

"They insisted for it to be written down." I nodded and glanced at the piece of paper.

I       E     W   T    E   N    E

M    D     O   H    E    I    Y

S     O    R   E    N    L   O

A     N    R   G    M   O   U

F     T    Y    R    A    V    X

Was scrawled into the piece of crumpled paper.  I frowned then nodded,

"Okay thank you Vidar, do you need somewhere to stay?"  He shook his head,

"No me and Molly are staying at a hotel, goodbye Ms. Adler,"

"Bye Vidar, say hi to Molly for me," he nodded and smiled before leaving.  I stared down at the paper and smiled at the code, he's okay, he's fine.

A/N

Thank you to Dreamerrific for making the lovely picspam! :)

-E.A.Y Thorpe-Downey x