Sherlock Holmes and The New Detective

One Week

Mary and John were snuggling on the couch, enjoying their time together until the baby would pop out and be their centre of attention. They were finally in a comfortable position when, lucky them, someone knocked on their door.

"Oh", Mary muttered. "John could you--"

John was already halfway to the door. "I'll get it, don't worry."

He opened the door and was surprised with who he saw there. "Oh my--"

Mary sat up, startled by his reaction. "John, who is it?"

"I'm sorry I've come on such short notice", Emma said, putting a bottle of wine in John's hands. "But I really need to talk to you."

Mary got up and leaned against the wall so that she could see Emma. She then walked over to her kitchen table. "Emma", she said while sitting. "Come, sit down."

She smiled. "Thank you."

John quickly put the wine bottle on the counter, and stood behind Mary.

"John", Emma hesitated. "You don't need to be so..." she racked her brain for the word she was looking for. "...Defensive."

John shifted uncomfortably. "You two won't get hurt, I can assure you on that." John still looked uncertain. "Listen, no one knows I'm here, you guys are in no immediate danger!"

"That assured me completely, Emma", John told her.

"Listen, I just..." Emma shrugged. "Needed some help."

"Why not go to Sherlock?" Mary asked.

"Mary, you already know why. And if I did need his help so badly I wouldn't have waited a week."

"Wait", John back tracked. "I'm sorry, did you say immediate danger?"

Mary and Emma ignored him and continued on with their conversation. "Yes, a week", Mary repeated grimly. "I just don't see why."

"Mary, did you hear her?" When Mary didn't answer, John looked back at Emma. "Emma, she's pregnant!"

Emma and Mary both looked at John. "John, you look stressed", Emma stood up and got the wine bottle off the counter. She opened a cabinet to get out two wine glasses, seeing as Mary obviously couldn't drink and wouldn't be aloud to with a doctor in the house. "Have a drink."

John, after a few seconds of seeing if it is worth it, finally agreed. Emma put his glass on the table and sat down again.

"It's only been a week because I've had to go into hiding", Emma explained. "The murderer messed up, but by knowing that, his threats would only come quicker. I had to ditch Sherlock and run."

John took a sip of his wine and listened intently, like every single word would be a reasonable explanation to why she left Sherlock alone only to call him at all hours of the day.

John could finally go to sleep since Mary was in a comfortable position and she had assured him about fifty times that he could fall asleep. Anxiety about the baby coming was keeping him up, but the kiss of darkness and unconsciousness for a few hours seemed like a vacation he needed. Right as he was going to fall asleep, the phone went off, waking up not only him, but Mary as well.

"Don't worry", he yawned. "Just go back to sleep. I'll get it."

He walked from his room into the kitchen, where his phone is. He was preparing himself to give whoever this caller was some words that are not for readers under the age of 13, and answered.

"Listen, if you could please call back in the morning. It's ten o'clock."

"Sorry, John", Sherlock said excitingly from over the phone.

"Sherlock, I should've known", he mumbled.

"It's just that I can't text Emma because she hasn't been talking to me for a week, as you already know, and texting Lestrade wouldn't give me a response at this time except for me to shut up, so I decided to call you. Are you busy?"

"Sherlock. It's bloody ten PM."

"Okay, good", he said this as if there was nothing in the world stopping him. "Glad to hear you're not busy."

"Sherlock! I'm trying to sleep", he complained.

"Really?" Sherlock asked. "If you were trying to sleep, I don't think you would be yelling at me. Or, for the matter of fact, yelling at all."

Sherlock continued on while John grumbled. He put the phone on the charger, pressing the off button to hang up."I can't deal with this right now."

Or that great time that he had to go to the hospital with Mary for a checkup to make sure everything was okay.

"Mary, have you gotten everything?" John asked.

"John, it's just a check up", she laughed. "All I need is me, myself, and I."

"Okay, okay", he put his arms up in surrender. "Get in the car, I'll be out in a second."

Mary left and as soon as the front door closed, the phone went off. John picked it up.

"Hello?" John said into the phone.

"Hi John. I think I've found a lead in the case."

John sighed. It was Sherlock.

"See, if we got another code, or, password, that would mean that the murderer is already planning to kill someone else. I also found the pattern between--"

John hung up and went out the front door. They were going to be late.

"So, John", Emma interrupted his day dreams. "You're mad at me because of something Sherlock did? It's not my fault that he was calling you at the worst times possible."

"You're right", John agreed. "It isn't your fault. Now, why are you here?"

Emma took in a breath preparing herself to say some words that John may not like. "The murderer is after me, but don't worry, because I've been running and hiding. He can't keep up." Emma looked down at her watch. "Oh, and look at that. I've stayed here too long. I have to go."

Emma stood up but John kept her there. He knew that there was something she wasn't telling them.

"When is it going to happen?" he asked her.
She frowned, staring at the ground, her stomach spinning 100m/minute. "Tonight."