Trust in Sherlock: Book 2

Chapter 13-Maggie's POV

(A/N) Hello everyone! Enjoying the book series? I hope so. Anyway, I already have the rest of this book planned out so hopefully updates will be more frequent. I've actually already started on the next book. I can almost hear your angry threats and tears of sadness already. I'll give you a hint.

The beginning of the first chapter of this book was not just to scare you.

*evil grin* Catch you later!

MAGGIE POV

My heels clicked on the pavement as I made my way to my flat. Anger and sadness swirled around in my stomach.

I was angry that Sherlock didn't understand how much of an asset Moriarty could be. Kathy would never see him coming.

But sadness took over everytime I imagined Sherlock's face. The anger and disappointment in his eyes.

I had seen that look before but it had never been directed towards me. Never.

I turned right at the end of the street and walked a bit further. The door to my flat came up on my right and I turned, walking up the two stairs that led to the tall door.

I twisted the door knob, pushing the door open. I stepped inside, taking in a deep breath.

That was when the tears began to fall.

They were tears full of anger and sadness and regret. They fell slowly but surely down my cheeks, leaving warm, wet trails on my skin.

I heard a shuffle and small intake of breath.

Mrs. Lancer stood in the hallway, a hand over her mouth.

I looked over at her, another tear trailing down my face. She shook her head but didn't say a word. She hurried forward, wrapping her arms around my waist in a hug.

I instantly hugged her back, letting a sob escape my lips. I put my head on her shoulder. She rubbed my back slowly, trying to comfort me.

"It's alright, Sweetie." She whispered.

"But it's not." I replied quietly, my voice raspy and shaky. "It's not okay."

She didn't say anything after that. She just continued to hold me close as if I were her own child. As if I were a toddler who had scraped her knee or a teenager who had been dumped by their partner.

I breathed deeply in a small attempt to calm myself. I breathed in Mrs. Lancer's perfume. The smell of cinnamon and apple comforting me.

In spite of everything I had done-the deal with Moriarty, the avoiding of everyone when Sherlock faked his death, my overall personality- Mrs. Lancer had always been there.

Now I had another feeling added to my mix of emotions. Guilt. I felt guilty that I took advantage of Mrs.Lancer. I felt guilty that I never properly thanked her for just being there.

I pulled away from Mrs. Lancer reluctantly. She held me out at arms length. "Would you like some tea? I'll make some tea. You look like you need it." She said with a small nod.

I gave her a weak smile and followed her into her kitchen. She began making tea while I sat on her small sofa in her living area.

Once the kettle was on, she came over to where I sat. She settled down next to me. "Now," She began, taking my right hand in both of hers. "Tell me what's wrong."

I looked up at her, pondering whether or not to tell her everything or not.

"You can tell me." She encouraged. Her once strong and independent exterior changing into a comforting and sweet woman.