Trapped

Chapter 4

This is the updated chapter from my old storyline for the book. Hope you like the chapter. One more thing before I sign off is I'd like to thank everyone who has followed the book this far and I'd like to also thank the people who see potential in this book. If you have suggestions please message me, I'd love to hear your comments and questions.

-Sherlock
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MAGGIE'S POV:

I am sitting here on the couch at 221b Bakerstreet, I can't believe my eyes. This is every fangirl's dream to be actually with their favorite character. As I was thinking my fangirl thoughts many questions popped into my mind. Where would I live permanently? Who would take care of all the funeral stuff for my parents? Why am I here? Am I dreaming? The list goes on...

"Maggie do you take sugar in your tea" a deep voice fluttered through my head breaking me from my planning and fangirling thoughts. 

This deep voice belonged to Sherlock, my eyes opened slowly to meet his own staring back at me. I had to think for a moment about what he just said to me. 

Making my mind up on what he said, I answered slowly "Yes, two sugar cubes if you don't mind", this came out too soft and made me clear my throat.

After handing me the cup of tea, Sherlock sat in his chair which was placed in the corner near the fireplace. Slowly putting his hands up to his chin, like in all the photos I've seen on Tumblr.  Silence fell over us, an awkward silence that was cut short when Mrs. Hudson came into the room surprised to see this situation between the two of us, she broke the silence at last.

 "Sherlock, who's this pretty young lady is she a client? or... " Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson with a confused look. Finally, Mrs. Hudson just left the room, and silence once again fell upon us. 

"May I ask you a few questions that have been going through my mind for the past few hours I've known you?" I asked.

Breaking Sherlock from his own thoughts, he responded with that deep muscular voice that makes my heart skip a beat, and my body melt. Suddenly my mind just spills all these questions at a speed nobody could understand. "What will I do when I stay here? Why can't I read some of my deductions about you? Who is going to be looking after me during this case? Where am I going to stay, more permanently? Who killed my parents? Am I able to see their bodies? Is someone trying to hurt me?

 At that point I was just rambling on, I was asking so many Sherlock had to come over and sit next to me on the couch, trying to calm me down. I just kept thinking of my parents, my eyes teared up and Sherlock saw. Embracing me into a hug, Sherlock held me close. At this point I didn't care if he saw me cry, we just stayed that way with me balling into Sherlock's strong shoulders. Hearing a crack at the door of the flat, we chose to ignore it. John Watson cleared his scruffy throat. 

"Um, Sherlock who is this? why is she crying? and.....wait were you hugging her?" John seemed surprised to see Sherlock hug me.

"Yes John I was hugging her, John this is Margret, I mean, Maggie Sherlock, Maggie this is John." Sherlock stood up grabbing his teacup.

"Sherlock can I speak to you alone for a moment" John spoke directly to Sherlock but yet sounded confused at the same time, giving me some quick glances.

SHERLOCK'S POV:

Heading into the kitchen John grabs Sherlock's arm and drags him with him. "Why is this girl in our apartment Sherlock? Is she a client? or is she something more...?" John sounded annoyed.

"This young lady is in our apartment because her parents were killed in last night's murder. No, she is not a client, she will be staying with us for a while, I didn't want to leave her alone in the safe house." purposely leaving the last question out.

Although John was confused about why I talked about her in such a loving, endearing way. John and I walked back into the living room only to find Maggie was now reading a book off of my shelf.

"Well, Miss. Sherlock welcomes to 221b Bakerstreet" John sounded open but something was holding him back, something he hid.

"Meg, it's all right if I call you that? Why don't you go wash up and I will try to answer your questions after." I bolted up and softly grabbed Maggie's small delicate hand, leading her to the bathroom.

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MAGGIE'S POV:

I walked into the bathroom, and looking into the mirror I saw someone who looked dirty and scruffy. My curls were in tangles, and my cheeks were red and wet stained from the crying. I had dark circles under my eyes from not sleeping for more than two days. I was staring into the mirror at a girl I didn't recognize. Giving myself one final look in the mirror I brought myself to have a shower. After the shower, I looked again into the mirror to see my normal self looking back at me, my curls back to their normal look, and my skin was back to the fair tone it belonged. Looking around the bathroom, I saw some clothes laying on the counter for me. I got dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, and an oversized Guns N' Roses t-shirt. I also noticed my toiletries bag was sitting there on the counter, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and put some light makeup on. As soon as I was done I walked out of the bathroom and noticed nobody was in the flat, feeling absolutely exhausted, I decided to curl up on the couch and take a nap.

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A/N: Hope you enjoy it, again if you have suggestions please message me! Read on!

~SHERLOCK~