“John!” Sherlock yelled from the kitchen “We’re currently out of milk!”
“And?”
“I need some!”
“Then got get it yourself!” Came John’s exhausted reply; he was tired from last night’s case. Sherlock had brought Josie along with him for another case and taught her the rules of ‘deduction’. She had been tagging along for most cases for the past few weeks despite John’s disagreements.
“But John!”
“No!”
“Please!”
“Oh for God sake, grow up both of you!” Josie shouted and looked up from her book “I’ll go get some milk!”
“Thank you!” Sherlock called. Josie sighed and got out of the chair, she grabbed her coat and paused at the door
“Need anything else?”
“No.”
“I’m off then. See you in a bit.” She closed the door behind her and sighed; she left the building and walked to the nearby store.
She scanned the isles with frustration.
“Why do you always move things around?” she muttered and finally found the milk. She grabbed one but then grabbed 2 in case Sherlock decided to use all of it. She paid and left the shop, it had been almost 2 months since she was adopted by the great consulting Detective and the ex-army Doctor. Since then, Sherlock managed to burn half of the kitchen, shot the living room wall 15 times, demolished torch 3 new couches –which he made Mycroft pay for-. Strangely the incidents of the couches seem to be done on purpose to Josie just so Sherlock could snuggle up to her those nights.
Josie had still not met Mycroft, every time she asked Sherlock would say no and say he was bad. Surely he wasn’t because he’s paying for everything that Josie buys? She wished she could have the pleasure of meeting him. She was so lost in thought she didn’t notice a black car pull up beside her as she arrived at Baker Street. A big man jumped out
“Excuse me, Josephine Thomas?” the man said
“Yes?”
“You’re going to have to come with me.” Josie hid her frown with a smile
“Mightn’t I ask who’s summoning me?” her polite words were a trait off John. He had taught her to do so in case something ‘happened'.
“Unfortunately not Miss.”
“Then my apologies, I must kindly decline your offer.” She turned and began to unlock the door to Baker Street. The man grabbed her arm and Josie spun around angrily
“I recommend you come with me.”
“And I recommend you let me go.” Josie spat, all warmth expelled from her voice.
“Then please forgive me.” The man grabbed both of Josie arms and pulled something from his pocket, Josie caught a whiff of it.
Chloroform
She jerked away and shouted at the top of her lungs
“Sherlock! John!” Hel-mmph!” the man had covered her mouth and nose with the white cloth. Her vision blurred as she was dragged away from the front door and into the black car. She cursed in her mind for it being so late so nobody was around...The last thing she saw was John and Sherlock bursting onto the street and watching helplessly as she was driven off…
“John” Sherlock said calmly “Calm down.”
“Calm Down? How can I calm down?! I’ve just seem Josie abducted and taken to God knows where, and you’re telling me to Calm Down!?” John was frantic as he paced around the living room.
“I’ve already worked out where she is…”
“But sh- Wait, what?”
“I have already worked out where she is.”
“You mean that you have watched me panic and rant for the past five minutes?”
“Yes, it’s quite amusing from this angle.”
“So where is she?”
“Surely you didn’t recognise the black car?”
“Get on with it or I swear I will punch you…”
“Mycroft.”
