Game For Two

Chapter 2

The fresh air of the morning went through my lungs as I took a slow, deep breath. Air. Good.
I walked through the streets, people were everywhere.
At some point I was getting hungry and I sat down in a little café in Baker Street. I ordered Bacon and Eggs, my favorite breakfast. It tasted not bad, but I had better ones.
After that I left the café and ran into a man.

"Sorry Mister! Are you alr... wait a second. Greg? What are you doing here? I thought you were on a case."

"Oh, Em, I... um... needed some help with that case I'm on, so I went to Sherlock, he helped me."

"I could have helped you too. You know I'm good at thinking, I helped you several times before, remember?"

"Yeah, but this was different, Sherlock was the only one to solve this puzzle."

Who is this "Sherlock" he's talking about? I could swear I heard his name before... no, I read it in the papers. He solved a crime, he catched that "suicide serial killer".

"And what are you doing here?", he asked.

"Like I told you, I was bored. I went out for a walk."

"Okay then... I have to go now, maybe we can go to a pub this evening."

"Great idea!", I said, he nodded and I nodded back. Then he went off.

I got home after a while and checked social media for something interesting. Of course I didn't find anything.
The time passed and soon it was evening, I went to the pub Greg and I always go to. We had some drinks and talked about this and that... it felt good to have someone like him. He was nice, funny and very trustworthy. I don't trust people in general, except him, I could tell him everything.
After a while I left and went home. I entered my bedroom, got changed and layed down in my bed. It didn't last long until I felt asleep.

And again that dream... the angry knocks, the bright light, the blurred colours... and the voice... the voice! But something was different. I could see something... no, someone as I opened the door. A tall, skinny man with dark, curly hair. His voice was clearer than last night. He whispered something like: "I need you... the game... I need you..." The deep voice went through my head.

When I woke up, I could still hear him. Like an echo the words repeated in my head. What was that? What does that mean? I couldn't stop thinking.

A few days passed and every night the same dream, over an over again.
It was Saturday again, today was Greg's Welcome-party, he moved to a new house and he asked me for some live entertainment. The day was boring as always, I was glad I had something to do at the evening.

I put on a knee-long red dress with a wide neckline, it emphasized my curves, black high heels and of course eyeliner and perfect matching to the dress red lipstick and nails. My blonde long hair was open and had light waves, it just looked beautiful and really sexy, it was perfect.

Now I was ready. I grabbed my black coat, that covered everything except my lower legs. My keys? Check! My phone? Check! My pocket? Check! I opened the door and went outside. Then I stopped a cab, entered it and told the cabbie the adress.
The ride was short, it wasn't far away. I paid, got out and took a breath and let it out slowly.

I walked to the house and ringed the door bell. Greg opened it. When he saw me, he was flashed by my appearance.

"Oh, Em! Hey! You are... um... you look... very good."

"Thank you, Greg.", I said and smiled to him. I loved it when he stuttered, it was funny and cute and I always knew I did it right.
The living room was already filled with people, they were talking and laughing, it was quite loud.
I got to the improvised stage, it was just a obstructed corner in the room, but it was enough. Then I started my show. I started easy and relaxed, I didn't want to exaggerate, it wasn't meant to be a Superbowl half-time show. All in all it was a nice occurs and I received loads of applause.
After that Greg came to me.

"Good job, girl!", he said and hugged me, I hugged him back. "You want a drink now?"

"Yes, thank you."

So we went for a few drinks and he introduced me to some of his friends.
When he just wanted to introduce me to another friend my heart stopped. Tall, skinny, dark and curly hair... it was the man from my dream. He is standing right in front of me. He is it. He is it. What do I do know?
Suddenly I felt a hand on my right shoulder. It was Greg.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?", it seemed like he was really worried about me. "Your face turned completely out of colour."

"It's alright, Greg, I just... need some air..." With this I quickly escaped this conversation.

What did just happen? What. Was. That. It was him. Oh my god...

Greg joined me outside. I told him about my dreams and he was confused too. It all was so strange...
We entered his house again and continued our conversation. It was a mysterious thing... this man, I saw him in my dreams and never met him before and now he is real.

"Em, this is Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective. Sherlock, this is Em, she is..."

"I know who she is.", he interrupted him.

"How do you know? We never met, did we?" How could he know?

"People here are talking about you a lot."

"I have heard about you too."

That moment Greg was pulled away from us by some drunk friends of him and I was alone with Sherlock.