Sherlock

Questions

I sat on the edge of my torn abandon building, the rain was pouring down hard, I closed my eyes and brought my knees to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my legs and sat there, occasionally rocking back and forth, I was tempted to go and visit Sherlock and John, it had been about a week maybe two, I stopped keeping track of time. I didn't know what to do, I could continue the thievery thing but that was getting a bit old, I kept thinking back to the old man in the khakis,

I kept thinking about the red handprint on Sherlock's face.

He could have left me there.

I could be dead.

But he carried me for eight miles, and then instead of leaving me at some hospital he took it upon himself to make sure I was okay. We only knew each other for one day and he already saved my life

I stood up, it had been a while since I ate, ‘I was losing weight at an alarming paste, blah blah blah’, I didn't really listen to the doctors anymore, I didn't care. I looked over at my makeshift bed and walked over, then curling up into a ball on it, my abdomen was killing me, I didn't have any painkillers and I felt like I was going to die. The pain was in pulses, it was always there but it went from ‘its bearable’, to ‘its getting worse’ and eventually getting to ‘i'm pretty sure I'm dying’. I thought of Sherlock again, maybe I should visit, say I forgot something… or that I wanted to see Mrs Hudson… I pushed myself up and stuffed fourteen pounds into my pocket and climbed down the building, I walked towards a busier street and waved down a cab, paying close attention to the cabbie to make sure it was someone that wouldn't try to kill me, i stepped in and sat down, staring out the window, we finally got to baker street and I slowly stepped out, i cleared my throat and looked up to the window where I saw John looking out it, a small smile appearing, he gestured me to come up and I smiled and nodded, I was a bit disappointed he saw me, now I had to think quickly for an excuse, I slowly walked up the stairs, I heard sherlock's violin. I stood in the doorway, looking around, Mrs Hudson was pouring tea, she glanced up and grinned, grabbing another cup and started pouring tea into it, John was sitting by the window and rapidly typing on his computer, and Sherlock's eyes were closed as he played the violin, Mrs Hudson walked over and handed me a cup of steaming tea

“Thank you,” I said quietly, I didn't want Sherlock to know I was here so, I didn't have to explain myself, sadly, I didn't say ‘thank you’ quietly enough and he stopped playing and turned, he looked slightly shocked

“Jaye? What are you doing here” he placed the violin on the stand and walked up and over the coffee table, grabbing a cup of tea and walked towards me until he was only a few feet from me he took a sip of tea and continued to stare at me, I slowly took a sip of tea and nodded

“I uh..” thankfully Mrs Hudson barged in

“She doesn't need a reason to visit,” she said kindly patting my back and walking down the stairs, I looked back at Sherlock and smiled, tilting my head

“Yeah Sherlock, I don't need a reason to visit” I walked past of him, getting a glimpse of a smile on his face,

“Hey Jaye,” John said looking at the teacup that was across the room, I picked it up and walked up to him, placing it next to him

“Hey, John” I smiled and sat in Sherlock's chair he turned and gave me a look, I don't know how to explain it, like.. Curiosity mixed with amusement and surprise.

“John, any new cases that would-” he was caught off but a hard knock on the door,

“Come in!” John shouted and stood up, clearing his throat and standing up, he glanced over at Sherlock as he adjusted his jacket. A small lady, about 30, walked in and glanced around