Eye Contact *ON HOLD*

Drugs Bust

Maggie didn’t know how long she had slept, but it didn’t feel like long. She awoke to thudding footsteps around the flat outside. Mrs. Hudson’s muffled voice could be heard through the closed door of Sherlock’s room, and Maggie could plainly hear the worry in it. She suddenly began worrying when she also could hear Detective Inspector Lestrade. She sat up and rubbed her eyes and head. The boys just went after a murderer, she thought. Why were the police there? Unless…

She was out of the bed in an instant, the door flying open as she ran into the flat. Unless something bad happened.

She froze as she saw all the officers in the flat, searching different areas. 

Lestrade was turning in a circle in the living room, speaking to every officer. “Find whatever else he may be hi-” The man stopped and stood stock still when he saw Maggie. She hadn’t made it farther than the hallway, standing there with obvious fright in her eyes. Her hair was a mess since it half of it had come out of the ponytail, and she hadn’t dried it before lying down, leaving it wet. It was also painfully obvious that she whose clothing she was wearing. Lestrade’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of her.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Lestrade said quietly, obviously in shock. “You just came from…”

“What’s going on?” she asked again, more forcefully.

The detective blinked a few times. “Uh,” he stuttered, trying to regain his composure.

Just then Sergeant Donovan walked around the corner, carrying a box of papers which she subsequently dropped the moment she saw Maggie. Papers flew everywhere.

“He’s shagging her?” the woman said in disbelief. Every officer turned to look.

Maggie’s jaw dropped. “What?” She looked down at her appearance.

“I don’t have to be Sherlock to make that deduction,” a voice said. Maggie looked up to see looking her up and down with a smug look on his face. “Although I didn’t see him as the type to-”

“Anderson, shut up while you’re ahead,” Lestrade said, cutting him off as he watched the fury grow on Maggie’s face.

“Not that it concerns any of you,” she said with a pointed look to Donovan and Anderson, “But no I am not shagging Sherlock Holmes.”

“Then why-” Lestrade began.

“I didn’t have anything to wear, so he gave me these,” she said, gesturing to the clothes. “And I had no where to go, so he offered me his bed to sleep in while he and John went out.”

The officers turned back to their work, which seemed to be searching the flat.

“Now that’s settled, what the hell is going on?” she asked, closing Sherlock’s bedroom door and walking to Lestrade.

“Drugs bust,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Wrong.”

Lestrade sighed. “He does that too, but usually through a text.” He looked around. “That,” he said, pointing to the suitcase, which was still on the coffee table between the armchairs, “is why we are here. We may call Sherlock in on cases but that doesn’t mean he can go off on his own. We need to know if he has any other evidence.”

“Or if he killed her,” Anderson cut in. Lestrade gave him a dark look that made him turn back around.

“So you host some bullshit drugs bust?” Maggie yelled, her anger getting the better of her.