Sherlock Holmes and the mysterious woman

1 month later

It has been 1 whole month since my last encounter with Nancy Rodgers. It is now December and  tomorrows Christmas. It was early morning and I had almost forgotten the last time I saw Nancy. Almost. Watson was planning on inviting some of our "friends" even though I do not like any of them that much to call them my friends. "Miss Hudson will make us food. Will that make you at least a bit happier for Christmas?" Watson asks me, Clearly trying to get me from complaining about it. "That will be sufficient for the night." I answer. Miss Hudson's food is delicious but I cannot tell her that. Watson smiled relieved we came to an agreement.  I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. I listen to everything,  the sound of Watson calling someone on his phone, the rushing cars. My mind is blank. Nothing. I don't have anything to. No case, no thoughts. I groaned and opened my eyes. I glance at Watson, hes still on the call. Clearly interested in what he's talking about. A woman? I smile a bit while imagining my friend talking to a woman. I chuckle and get up. I look at the time. 9:30 pm. Reasonably late. I look over at the window. Its dark. I sigh. "I'm going to go out on a walk" I said as I walked over to the door and grabbed my jacket. "Right now?" Watson asks. "It's late". "I need some air" I replied and then opened the door. "I'll be back in an hour or so." I walk out of the door and go outside. I take a deep breath.  It's cold and refreshing. I turn and walk down the road.  I walk and walk getting my mind off tomorrow.  The day I have to deal with everyone. I sigh. "Christmas" I muttered to myself. I stop at a road and decide to turn back so  I do. I'm now walking down the same street. My mind is calm, too calm. I need a case. I NEED a case. I sigh as I arrive at my complex. I stop and look at the street. It's been weeks since the encounter with her. The day I almost lost Watson. I snap back to reality and turn back to my complex. I open the door and walk inside and up the stairs. I open the door to my apartment and walk in to see Watson watching television. I take off my jacket and go over to my chair and sit down. "Feel better?" Watson asks me. "Yeah." I reply. Watson nods and goes back to watching the television. I look at the television. Just the news. Nothing exciting. I sigh. And glance at the time. 10:50. Now it's quite late. I glance at the window. Just darkness. As I turn back the Television turns off "I'm going to bed, You should too" Watson says as he gets out of his chair. I nod "Yeah, I will soon". Watson smiles a bit and walks to his room. "Goodnight Sherlock" Watson says before he walks into his room. "Goodnight Watson" I reply. Watson closes his door and i'm now alone. I glance at Watson's door to make sure he isn't there, then i get up and walk over to a drawer. I pulled out a bag. I take out a bottle from the bag and open it, I look at the label, Sleeping pills. I take a pill out and close the bottle. I grab a cup and fill it with water while trying to be quiet. I take the pill and a large sip of Water, I then swallow the pill and drink the last bit of Water. I put the glass on the counter and went back over to the bottle. I make sure the bottle is closed and I put the bottle back in the package and put it back in my drawer. I sigh and turn around and start to walk to my room. I stop and glance around, Nothing, Nobody, Just me. Then I go into my room. I close my door and lay down on my bed and close my eyes. "Just one day" I mutter "Just one day". I slowly start to fall asleep. I have a very deep sleep and I finally wake up when There is a knock on my door. I get up and look around a bit, adjusting to the light. I walk over to the door and open it. "Morning Holmes, Sorry if I woke you up but it's already 10 am." I rub my eyes and mutter, "yeah, Ill be in the main room in a minute" I start to close the door "There is also a package for you" Watson says just as I close the door. I put some cleaner clothes on, then I open the door and walk over to Watson still a bit sleepy. I stop in the hall frame and look at a package on my chair, it has red wrapping paper and a white ribbon around it tied as a little bow on the top. There is a card taped on the top, a pale white colour. I sigh and pick up the package. I sit down in my chair and pull the card off the package. I open it and read what's written inside. My eyes go wide and I smirk a bit. 

                                С Рождеством, мистер Холмс. -NR