The Definition of Danger // j.m.✔

1 - The Danger of a Taxi Driver

Chapter 1: The Danger of a Taxi Driver

Sheron

I returned home to London from America. I wanted to see my brothers, Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes, and I needed a job that wasn't being a waitress or working at a coffee shop. I moved to 221c Baker Street, which is close to where Sherlock lives. He lives at 221b with his landlady, Mrs. Hudson. She had lived in America, at one point, with her late husband, but she found out about the drugs and the women that he cheated on her with. He was later arrested and sentenced to death in London. Mrs. Hudson then moved back and became the landlady of ,private detective, Sherlock Holmes.

I come home, after job interview. The time was 3:14, it didn't take to long. I decided that I wanted to work at Bart's Hospital, which where Sherlock works with his assistant, Molly Hooper, normally referred to as Doctor Hooper. I walk past 221b and decided to say 'hello' to Sherlock. I walk up to the door and knocked. The door opens, and I am greeted by Mrs. Hudson. "Hello Sheron, quite lovely to see you." ,she says in a very sweet tone. "Hello Mrs. Hudson, you look very lovely today." I compliment. "Oh thank you,dear. So I'm guessing that you're to see Sherlock?". "Ya, is he in?" I ask raising an eyebrow. "I'm afraid not, dear, Inspector Lestrade said that there was another suicide." My eyebrows rose in surprise. 'Another one' I thought as I remember that Sherlock told me about the other suicides or 'Murders' is what he says they are. According to Lestrade, these 'suicides' that are somehow linked. The victims all took the same poison, and they were found in places that they weren't supposed to be. I agree with Sherlock, they could possibly be 'murders'. Sherlock is always right about these sort of things. They could be the work of a very good serial killer. They obviously have enough money to buy the same poison, and they must be somebody that is never suspected of. Somebody that people obviously trust even when they are not trustworthy.

"Another case? That's the 2nd one today." Mrs. Hudson nodded in agreement. "I know, dear, he works way to hard. He needs a break, but we both know Sherlock. He will never stop." , I nod. We then notice some police cars pull up. I turn and freeze as I see Inspector Lestrade and Sergeant Donovan exit the squad car along with a few other cops.

Lestrade and Donovan walk towards us. Lestrade's somewhat gray hair and barely any wrinkles on his face and gray wool coat walked in first, with behind him Donovan with her colored skin and curly dark brown hair while wearing her khaki leather coat and gray shirt. ¨What on earth is going on?¨ Mrs.Hudson said trying to stop everyone from entering. "Drugs Bust!" Lestrade said as we followed them into Sherlock's flat. Donovan grabbed my arm to stop me from following. "Go home, Sheron, we don't like having witnesses." I did as told and walked out. I wandered back to my flat worried about Sherlock being on 'drugs'. 'I didn't know Sherlock was on drugs or is he?' I thought to myself as I'm unlocking the door to my flat. I'm then greeted by my roommate, Gwen.

"Hello Sheron, how was your day?" She smiled while walking toward me. "It was fine." I said rolling my eyes. I never liked Gwen's pretty girl charm. Most of the time she would act like a princess with a down attitude and unloveable behavior. I always said that I was 'okay' or 'fine' , but in reality I hated coming home. Especially coming home to her. That's why I normally stop by Sherlock's flat. He may be a bit rude sometimes and him deducing everything I do is annoying, but atleast I can put up with it. Gwen's attitude I can't put up with. I can't do anything about it. I can't kick her out because this is her flat, not mine. She offered me to move in with her when I came back to London. Since the first moment I met her, She was a drama queen. Her rule is 'If it's got my name on it then don't touch it.'. This always upset me. She thinks that if I touch her stuff then it will get infected with my 'American germs'. Well, atleast that's how she puts it.

I walk over to the couch and sit down. "Cup of tea?" She offers. "Sure, I guess." I say with a bit of an attitude, but not enough for her to notice. "Well, get it yourself because I got to shower. I have date tonight." she rudely said. "If you gotta shower then why did you offer?" I argued. "Don't fight me today, Sheron, I'm in a good mood, and I don't want to lose it." , She said like the evil queen that she is. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes, like usual. Before I knew, she slipped into the bathroom with a towel in hand and a bathrobe. The time was 5:03, I decided to check and see if Sherlock was home yet, but I wanted to change into something more comfortable than the scummy old fancy light purple,work dress with gray wool coat, that I was wearing. I walk into my bedroom, which is across from Gwen's room. I put my clear glasses down on my nightstand, and I take my light brown hair out the ponytail it was in. I walk into my closet and look at my clothes. 'Hmm...Let's see, do I want the white t-shirt and the black leather coat or the white t-shirt with the gray wool coat?' I look through and continue to think through this process. I finally went with my white blouse and white spring cardigan made of leather. I put on my black leggings and my black and white tennis shoes.