Believe in Sherlock

Chapter 15-Maggie's POV

My eyelids felt as if they were glued together. I heard John's voice but I didn't understand what he was saying.

My eyelids opened a crack and I saw a flash of John's face. When I closed them I saw Sherlock's face. Either way hurt.

"Maggie?" John's voice came again and I struggled to open my eyes. I squinted at John and wondered why he was there. Why was he in my flat.

I looked behind John and saw Mary standing with a worried expression on her face.

"You awake?" John asked.

My mouth felt dry and I desperately wanted a drink of water.

Water.

Something about that made my alarms go up and my heart felt torn to shreds. Unable to sew themselves back together.

I sat up and rubbed my head. My brain was pounding against my skull.

"Sorry." I managed to croak, "Did I wake you?" I cleared my throat.

"You were crying. Nightmare?" John asked with worried eyes, avoiding my question. I took that as a yes though.

I raised my fingertips to my cheeks to find them wet. Did I cry?

"I don't remember. I'm fine. It's just a dream." I muttered.

John nodded and stood up from the crouching position he had been in.

"Would you like some tea?" Mary asked, on her way to the kitchen.

"No, I should probably get going. Mrs. Lancer is probably having a fit." I laughed shortly and tried a small smile.

John just nodded and handed me my black trench coat. I took it with a grateful nod.

"Again, I'm sorry I woke you. I guess I shouldn't have tea before going to bed anymore." I apologized and placed my hand on the doorknob.

"It's fine, Maggie. I hope you're okay." John said and put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I couldn't stop myself from spinning around and wrapping my arms around John in a tight hug.

He stumbled back in surprise but he quickly returned the hug. I pulled away and muttered a 'goodbye' before opening the door and running out of 221b.

It was around eight in the morning and everyone was driving to work. The cold morning air hit my face harshly as I trudged to my flat a few block away.

I pulled out my phone and checked if I had any messages. None.

The walk was short and Mrs. Lancer just shook her head when I entered. I went up into my flat and got out of my wrinkled clothing.

The shower washed away the tears that still sat in my eyelashes. My hair was wet and my whole body was warm under the water.

I reluctantly got out of the shower and changed into a fresh pair of dress pants and a blue button down shirt.

I heard my phone alert that I had an incoming call. I recognized Lestrade's number and eagerly picked up, hoping there was a case.

I wasn't disappointed.

Once I hung up I jumped and spun in a circle in excitement. I finished drying my hair and grabbed my trench coat and phone.

Mrs. Lancer gave me a tutting noise as I bolted out the door and quickly hailed a cab.

Apparently this one is rather strange and Lestrade figured it would be perfect for me.

I missed having Sherlock and John in the cab with me. I felt a quick wash of sadness but it was pushed back for later. I needed to focus with this case.