Lost Inferno {The LOST Chronicles, BOOK 2}

Chapter 1- My First Case

Maddy's Pov-

I ran down the stairs, almost tripping and falling to my imminent death. Well maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration but still, I already took quite a while to get ready and I knew that Sherlock would be getting impatient. Actually I'm pretty sure Sherlock had already hit breaking point waiting for me and John to get ready considering the amount of shouting there was between them a minute ago.

I got downstairs to find John, already with his coat on, stood leaning against the wall. He looked frustrated but I didn't want to ask about it.

"Ah Maddy, your ready, well at least someone is ready, ISN'T THAT RIGHT SHERLOCK?" John yelled.

I awkwardly walked past him and searched around for my coat, which unusually wasn't in it's normal place on the coat stand.

"Hey, John. Have you seen my coat?" I called to him from the kitchen. I hadn't eaten in ages. I started looking through the cupboards rapidly in the hope that I would find something. John obviously heard this and joined my in the kitchen. I literally couldn't find anything to eat, as it was looking my only option was to eat the various chemicals Sherlock used for some of his very odd experiments, of course I'd heard all about this from John the other day when he happened to stumble across one in the bathroom. He was of course enraged and just had to tell me all about it, in the middle of the night while I was trying to sleep!

I went to open the fridge, at the hope that there would even be the tiniest chance that there would actually be some food there when John dashed forwards and put his hand on the fridge to stop me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Maddy, I've already looked in there this morning and I wish I could un-see what I had seen." He warned.

"Oh right...Don't either of you keep food in this flat? I'm starving to death here!" I exclaimed to him.

"Yes, yes alright I'll get you something when we're out." He told me.

"Fine!" I huffed and walked back into the living room.

John followed shortly behind.

"IF WE EVER DO GET OUT!" He shouted, obviously directed at Sherlock who was unusually the last one ready.

"What's he doing?" I asked him whilst plonking myself back onto the sofa with a huff.

I was still a little sore at times, I know it only happened like a week ago but I was still hurting. Every now and then the pain would just creep up on me and I would have to take a moment. My arm was now in a bandage that John would change 2-3 times a day, bless him he worries to much about me.

"God knows! He was shouting at us to hurry up then he just goes off and now we're ready and he's not!" He said loudly, purposely wanting Sherlock to hear to hurry him on a bit.

I could hear some rustling around coming from Sherlock's bedroom then he finally appeared. He casually strolled out of his room, with my jacket draped over his arm, like nothing had happened. Not like he made us hurry up and then kept us waiting or anything.

"Ahh at last Sherlock appears, with the mysterious missing jacket too!" I said sarcastically to him.

"Oh haha!" He said and threw me my jacket.

"Right now can we go?" John gestured to the door and waited for Sherlock to pass through it before following behind himself.

I heaved myself off the sofa and slipped on my jacket in one smooth movement. I then followed behind them. I skipped down the stairs to find Mrs Hudson waiting, holding the door open. I could see Sherlock and John had already hailed a cab and were waiting inside it for me to join then, well they really don't mess around do they?