❝Miss Me?❞ {Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter Three

London, England 02/14/17

Carefully peeling of the layers of the wrap, the ball of clutter became a freshly cut pale thumb.
  
"Jesus Christ." I murmured to myself as Sherlock ran to the kitchen to get gloves. How did Lyssa react? She just sat there, looking down. Normal people were supposed to burst into tears, gag, or at least flinch. No, all she did was sit and fidget with her fingers. After closely examining the finger, Sherlock sniffed the piece of flesh, then started picking at something with tweezers. I didn't bother asking what it was.

  After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Lyssa finally spoke up.

"I found it the next day after the power outage"
He wrapped the finger back, but  not as neatly as Lyssa did, and put it on the table within his reach. Only now did I notice the clutter on the table. I cringed at the tubes and beakers covering the kitchen surface. Sherlock then srtided to the door and opened it wide. She didn't need that much space.

"Thank you, Ms.-" He stopped for her to finish her last name.
She pursed her lips together, and looking down murmured.

"Don't you want more information?"

"I have everything I need." he refused. Then walking down the stairs shouted-

"We're going Bart's, take the cabbie after me" and with that the door shut.
Getting up from my armchair, I realized Lyssa was already ready to go, but was writing something down on a small piece of paper. When she looked up, a soft pink color replaced her snow white skin. Biting down on her lip, her hand stretched out to me.
My fingers closed in on a  paper containing the number 07700 900 552 neatly in black pen. She signed  Lyssa T. at the bottom of it.
I gave out a small chuckle "Uh, thanks"
Her laugh came out bright and crisp, like a fresh apple in autumn.

"I don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out what's happening here" she explained.
We stood like that for a while, maybe a few seconds, maybe hours, but when we said our goodbyes it was too early.

"Farewell Mr. Watson, a pleasure meeting you"
The sound of our feet hitting the wooden stairs filled the corridor as we were making our way down.

"Likewise," I said shaking her hand. I felt as though even with my most delicate hand shake, it would still be too rough for her fragile hands.
 I watched her step into the empty street, where raindrops quietly fell on the rooftops of houses and the wind whirled the leaves on tree tops. I waited for her to call a cab, but no. With no headpiece, or umbrella, she made her way along Baker Street and disappeared into the city.
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The chapter was meant to be longer, but if I included the whole thing, the words would litteraly be 7000 words. Consider it a mini chapter. Hope you enjoy!