The Case Of Love For Two Girls

Chapter 2; Baker Street

(By the way, I wrote this back in December 2017 and because I watched Sherlock on Netflix, I couldn't see season 4 because Netflix is crap. So this is like how I think the last season should of went (: )

Laying on the sofa, Sherlock was laying down with his feet up, with his long legs crossed. The sun rays shown upon Sherlock's eyelids as he slowly began to wake up, He laid there still. The sound of water dripping outside was driving him insane. Sherlock slowly opened his eyes, his light, blue eyes frowned as he followed a crack on the ceiling, which had formed over the heavy rain they had been having in London. He laid there peacefully, twiddling his thumbs around each other. He suddenly shot up and rushed to his laptop.

"BORED! " he announced out loud.

John and Mary were in the Kitchen, as John was helping marry put on a small, light weight necklace. John and Marry had been married a year now and Mary was 9 months pregnant.

"Are you going to get changed?" John bellowed.

Sherlock frowned a little at John.

"Get ready? Get ready for what? Why did you say it like that?"
Sherlock snapped, quickly in his deep voice.

John sighed and rolled his eyes at the fact that Sherlock had not been busy today, and is still in his dressing- gown.

"Get your clothes on Sherlock, Ive told you a thousand times!" John commanded.

Sherlock put down his pen on his desk which was messy with files and papers all over it. Sherlock strolled slowly into the kitchen.

"I'm getting ready darling" Sherlock chuckled.

John glared at the back of Sherlock's head as he walked into his room to get changed. John sighed as he brushed the hair off Mary's neck and carried on putting the necklace on her.

John had been changed and ready to go out for a while now. He was fed up. He sat down in his chair, quietly picking Mary's hairs of his sleeves.

Sherlock walked into the room where John was sitting patiently.

"Coffee?" Sherlock politely asked.

John didn't reply to Sherlock, he sat still looking angry at the floor. He was tapping his foot, as he was bored of waiting for Sherlock.

Sherlock stood over John and frowned at him, he decided to join John and sat in his chair.

While Mary was trying to do her make up, the two boys were sat in their chairs looking at each-other.

"Where are we going?" Sherlock mumbled.

John once again, did not reply. He just sat there staring into space as they both listened to the heavy rain outside.

Sherlock's hands were touching, his finger tips were gently resting under his chin as he thought about why John was acting strange.

Sherlocks head turned to look at the door as he could hear Mrs Hudson and someone else's foot steps strolling up the stairs. Who's were the unfamiliar footsteps?

The door made a creaky noise as it slowly opened. Mrs Hudson was there with a woman. She looked around mid- thirties. She had wavy blonde hair, and beautiful hazel eyes. Her lips had looked as if they had never been touched, but they had. Her lips were big, kissable cracked lips. Her clothes smelt damp and they were drenched. As the girl stood there, staring at Sherlock's cheekbones water was dripping from her coat onto the floor. The girls lips were blue, her skin was a purple colour. She was cold.