Trust in Sherlock: Book 2

Chapter 2-Maggie POV

I shivered and wrapped my coat closer to my body. My hair was whipping around my face due to the strong wind. I continued my way down the street and looked around cautiously. I had been paranoid ever since the call from Kathy Larose.

It was only 9:00 AM so I had a few hours before I had to meet her. I was dreading it.

I didn't even know where I was going. I just couldn't stand to be in the quiet and stuffy flat any longer.

I soon found myself on Baker Street. Of course I subconsciously walked here. Where else would I go?

I knocked on the dark colored door and looked at the knocker as I waited. It was perfectly straight rather than being slightly crooked like it usually was.

Mycroft's here.

The door swung open and a hand grabbed my upper arm tightly, pulling me inside. I yelped in surprise but a hand covered my mouth before I could properly shout for help.

The door was kicked shut behind me and I was released. I spun around to face my attacker and slapped them across the face.

"Ow!" A deep voice shouted. Sherlock was clutching his cheek with a pained expression on his face.

"Sherlock?! Bloody hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" I exclaimed.

"Did anyone see you?" He asked, staring intently at me.

"What? What are you-"

Sherlock rushed forward and gripped onto my shoulders. He pushed me backwards until my back slammed into the door "Did anyone follow you?!" He shouted.

"What? No, I-"

"Sherlock, please let her go before you shatter her shoulder blades." Mycroft's voice commanded. I looked over Sherlock's shoulders and saw Mycroft standing on the stairs nonchalantly.

"What's going on?" I asked, my eyes wide with concern.

Sherlock looked at me worriedly before leading me up the stairs. I looked at Mycroft and he didn't say anything. He just looked at me with a frown etched on his face.

I followed Sherlock into the main room. John sat in his chair with his head in his hands. Mrs. Hudson was in the kitchen making tea and preparing biscuits.

John looked up as we walked inside. "Maggie? Oh thank god!" He shot up from his chair and pulled me into a hug.

I stumbled back in surprise, nearly backing into Mycroft. "What's going on?" I asked. John let go of me and returned to his nervous state, pacing back and forth.

Sherlock sighed and snatched a letter from the desk sitting near the window. He held it out to me.

There was no address on the white envelope. I took the envelope out of Sherlock's hand and pulled out a slip of folded paper.

I unfolded the white paper and read.

You don't know where I am. But I know where you are. Maggot didn't see me coming.

A splash of red blood signed the paper. The actual writing was written in red pen but thankfully not blood.

"We thought it was your blood." Mycroft said, making me jump in surprise.

I reread the letter. It was definitely Kathy. I recognized her handwriting from the notes she would throw at me back in high school.

I looked over at Sherlock. He had his head down and seemed to be studying the arm of the chair he sat in.

"So it's just an empty threat?" I asked, looking back at the paper.

"Seems to be that way." John answered with relief written in his tone.