Perjury (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Sherlock, John, and Brayleigh began moving the boxes Brayleigh had packed from her room to the porch.  As if on cue, Mrs. Hudson pulled up in her car.

"Hello, dear," Mrs. Hudson said to Brayleigh.

"Hi, Mrs. Hudson," Brayleigh replied. "Thank you so much for helping me move my things, especially on such short notice.  I know we really didn't get a chance to discuss rent in the short time we spent together this morning.  I hope this covers it."

Brayleigh walked over and handed Mrs. Hudson the money that she had in her coat pocket from earlier that morning.

Pushing in away, Mrs. Hudson said, "Don't worry about it, dear.  I'll let you know when the time comes."

"Brayleigh, " John interrupted.

"Yes, John?" she asked.

"I don't think...this is...going to...fit in the trunk," he said as he struggled with her cello.

Brayleigh looked across to the other side of the car.  "If we all sit in the back, we might be able to put it in the passenger seat," she suggested.

Just then Sherlock walked down the stairs.  Handing Brayleigh her sheet music and coat, he said, "I think that's everything."

"Wonderful," Brayleigh said with a smile.  Looking at the pile of boxes on the porch, and then the trunk, she said, "We should probably try to put my books in first."

"No," Sherlock said.

"What do you mean, no?" Brayleigh asked.

"Look," Sherlock began.  "It's quite simple.  Put your sheets in first, followed by your books, then your suitcase,"he explained. "You'll be able to fit your instruments, well obviously except for your cello, in easier."

Taking his advice, Brayleigh put her sheets in the trunk, followed by Sherlock with the books, and Brayleigh again with her suitcase.  "John, are you alright over there?" Brayleigh stopped and asked.

John closed the passenger side door and looked over at Sherlock and Brayleigh.  "Yeah, just had a row with your cello is all," he said.

Sherlock leaned down and whispered so that only Brayleigh could hear him.  "He had a row with a card machine at the grocery store once."

Trying not to laugh, Brayleigh said quietly, "Oh my, that's awful."

Once Brayleigh's other instruments were in the trunk, the trio got in the backseat; John sat on the left, Sherlock in the middle, and Brayleigh on the right.

"Thanks again for helping me move," Brayleigh said to Mrs. Hudson as she drove away from the house.

"You're welcome, dear," Mrs. Hudson replied. "Just don't think I'll be doing this all the time."

"Oh, of course not," Brayleigh replied.

«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»

The drive back to Baker Street was made longer by the evening traffic rush.  Brayleigh was trying not to nod off, but she eventually gave in to the sweet siren call of sleep pulling her away from reality.  As she closed her eyes, Brayleigh could feel her head making its way onto Sherlock's shoulder.  Normally she would care, but the day had been so taxing on her, not to mention that she barely managed to sleep for three hours the night before, that any sleep she could get was welcome.

Once she was sure Brayleigh was asleep, Mrs. Hudson said, "She seems to be taking to you Sherlock."

Sherlock looked down at Brayleigh from the corner of his eye.  She had managed to curl her legs up on the car seat and was using her coat as a blanket.