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Claire finally slipped outside, shutting the door. John fell asleep while doing research on the computer, and Sherlock went out a few hours ago. It was dark, but it didn't matter to her much. She turned around and began walking, the chilly fall air cutting through her jacket like a knife.
There was barely anyone outside, only a few people hurrying home. She turned, calling out to the taxi, and she climbed inside, shutting the door. "8346 Drake Street." she says, and he started to drive off.
"Going somewhere?" a voice says. She nearly jumped out of her skin, hitting the cab's door. Sherlock smirks, "You should make sure Watson's really asleep next time you sneak out like that."
She exhaled, relaxing slightly, "So he told you, then?"
"Well, he didn't have to, but yes. I knew you would come out sooner or later, anyway."
She sighs, her head facing forward, her eyes hidden from her sunglasses. "Why? Were you going to follow me or something?"
He shrugs, looking at her then outside, "I just didn't want you to get into any trouble."
She laughs, "Me? Trouble? I can take care of my self."
He rolls his eyes, "Sure you can." The cab pulled to a stop, and Claire and Sherlock climbed out. "So, what are you doing here?"
She stops, searching around to see if there was anyone watching, or following. Nothing.
She turns around, "Sherlock, I need to tell you something-" but she was cut off as something came whizzing through the air. She gasped, raising her hand to the back of her neck pulling out a small, silver dart.
"Claire?!" Sherlock exclaimed, catching her before she collapsed onto the pavement. "Sherlock, you... you shouldn't have come..." she says, and falling limp. "Claire! Claire!" he shouts, then felt a sting in his neck. He groans, pulling out the same kind of dart, "Oh god." he whispers.
He grew weak to the point where he couldn't stand, he sunk to his knees, losing grip on Claire as she fell onto her side, sunglasses falling off. He falls beside her, looking at her, wondering what the hell was going on, why this was happening.
"Claire..." he mumbles, before darkness took him over, pulling him under.
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I know, i know, i haven't written in two days!! But, i'll write the other chapters tomorrow, I promise! (or ill try, atleast xDDD)
-K
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