My Thoughts Exactly (sherlolly fanfiction)

Unknown

As Sherlock promised, he walked me to and from St Barts for the next three days. On the fourth day, he told me I could walk on my own and if it was late to call him.

I had eaten lunch with my friend Mary and finished work around 7:00pm. It was only just starting to get dark so I figured it would be alright to leave alone.

I left St Barts in a dark, blood red coat and a purple scarf tied tightly around my neck. I could hear the rushing of every person that passed me by on the street. I could hear the ongoing traffic three streets down and it was relaxing to hear it all. The sound of life.

I was walking past the emergency exit/entrance when my phone beeped. I got a text. I opened it and cried out.

It read: "Hello dearie. I have something of yours you might want back...". An image was attached of Sherlock sleeping in my bed from this morning judging by the light shining through onto his face.

My phone beeped again. It was Sherlock? But this person just sent me an image of him sleeping....

"Where should I pick you up? Its getting dark.

-SH" I told him to stay where he was that I was only a block away and thatd Id explain later to him.

I picked up my pace and soon enough reached my flat to find him sitting on my sofa with signs of aggitation on his delicate skin. I ran up to him and tackled him in a hug and started to cry. He hold me close and said that everything was okay.

When I pulled away from him, he asked to see my phone. I handed it to him.

"This "unknown" threat is tedious and annoying. I am bringing this to Mycroft." He stood up to leave but I grabbed his hand.

"Please don't. He won't do anything to help you, Sherlock... he's too busy. I think we should just wait and see what happens..."

"Fine. I'm going out for a while. I'll be fine." He grabbed his coat and closed my front door with a click then silence.