Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

Where's Sherlock...again?

With all the conversation I had with Marc, I walked back to my home, to Sherlock, with a big smile. The moment of epiphany, the joyous conversation all went better than I expected. Standing infront of the door, the door with 221b written on it, I took a deep breath, for I was about to say something to Sherlock. However there was doubt, will he take it positively? will he take Marc and my agreement positively? I knew not, and I couldn't know until I get inside, so I did. I, slowly walked upstairs and pulled the door open, to my horror the flat was a mess. Case paper scattered everywhere client's chair laying on the ground and the detective or even the other two were nowhere to be found. I was scared indeed,
"Mrs Hudson!" I ran down calling her name, wondering if she could tell me something, "Mrs Hudson? Mrs Hudson you there?"
I kept on calling her standing infront of her doorstep, impatiently, waiting for just an answer.
"yes dear" came the answer. It was a relaxing to know atleast someone's inside the flat. She came in a minute, and to scare me more she looked disturbed.
"Mrs Hudson, is everything alright?" I enquired, waiting for her to speak, what happened? where are my people? what happened in our flat.
"oh dear you still haven't got Sherlock have you?" her reply gave me chills, did she mean Sherlock is missing?
"got him? wha-what do you... is he.. mi-missing?" with alot of courage I uttered the word missing. These 25 days staying with then, few more weeks before this, teaching Rosie, all these days showed me how much they mean to me. And now I realised how much I need to be with them.
"John came to me with Rosie when you left" she started explaining, "I made cookies for her, we heard a few bangs of furniture coming from the upper floor, and as we got out of my room, with a loud slamming of door, Sherlock went out."
And the rest was quite clear, John and Rosie went after him, but since then none of them came back.
"I'm gonna tell you something dear, don't mind this old lady Melody" she said seeing me silently observing the situation, "Sherlock is not as cold as he is, maybe you think-"
"I know" I interrupted her, "no one knows it better than me, and obviously you and John and Rosie and all of his friends but I know him, know the real him, I live with him Mrs Hudson". I answered and she nodded. I live with him, we share the same bedroom, I know him and all the things I realised I feel for him, I have to tell him.
"Mrs Hudson" I said to get her full attention, "next time I'm coming here, I'm coming with Sherlock, John and Rosie. This is Melody's promise".
Without waiting a second I stormed out of there, standing on the pavement I tried to contact John watson.
I rang him, and paced aimlessly, not knowing where I'm heading over to.
"hello, Melody?" John spoke from the other end.
"oh John thank God you recieved it" I answered, I was more than relieved to know he was fine, which apparently meant Sherlock is with him, perhaps they're on a case, but if it's a case then where is Rosie?
"Rosie? John where's Rosie?" I asked desparately.
"she's fine she's with me" he replied immediately, I stood and relaxed for it was confirmed everyone is fine, almost, yet I didn't hear anything of Sherlock.
"John?" I asked, "and... sher.." I was scared to ask, what if .. no no he's fine nothing has happened to him, then why does John sounds.. a little frightened?
"Sherlock?" he completed my query, rather he got my question.
"yes, Sherlock, he's with you right?" I waited for him to say 'yes' every second seemed like an hour.
"no I'm afraid" he replied, his answer filled me with horror.
"what, what do you mean?"
"he left, and Rosie and I tried to follow him but he got into a cab and went away" John explained, "right now I'm at Scotland yard, seeing if lestrade can track his number or something, he won't recieve our calls".
I hung up, for I knew where I'm supposed to be at this moment, Scotland yard, to track my man who's running away from me, right when I need him to be around me the most. With a nod I got a cab to myself and uttered, "straight to Scotland yard" before the cabbie could even ask about my destination.