Trust in Sherlock: Book 2

Chapter 15-Maggie's POV

The hard metal chair scraped the floor as I pulled it out from the table. Sitting down, a small waitress hurried over to me. I ordered a plain cup of coffee.

My eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and my brain was fried. It's been days since I've slept properly.

I've spent my time locked up in my flat, staring at the wall and flinching at every unexpected noise. Mrs. Lancer tried to get me to come out but I refused. I knew that I was being stubborn but that was the only way that I felt safe anymore.

The threats grew worse everyday.

This morning, a gun shot sounded from outside and the bullet landed in the wall directly beside my face. Considering I'm on the top floor and the direction from which the bullet came, it must have been a sniper. Kathy has always been good with a gun. I used to be her target in high school. She never hit me, but she made a point to land the bullet exactly half an inch from my head.

The waitress came back with my coffee. "Would you like any sugar or-"

"No, thank you. It's fine." I waved her off, grumpy from my lack of rest.

She left and I was, once again, alone.

I wondered how John and Sherlock were. I hadn't seen either of them since the fight and my worry for them had grown as well.

I found myself often thinking whether I should be with them, protecting them from Kathy or if I should keep my distance and wish Kathy wouldn't get near them.

If she did, I'd have no responsibility over my actions.

I looked down at my coffee mug, sighing. I could smell the sedative mixed into the dark liquid. I shook my head and stood, leaving the coffee shop.

I didn't have any coffee at my flat so I'd have to buy some at the local shop along with a coffee maker. The one I had previously was not functioning properly and I didn't have the time nor the energy to fix it.

My gate was slow as I made my way down the street. I passed by multiple people holding coffee cups and I had to resist the urge to just take someone else's drink.

I practically lived on coffee now considering I hardly slept anymore. Only getting two hours a night wasn't the best thing for my body. Coffee kept me going throughout the day.

I reached the shop and pulled the door open, a blast of heat hitting my body. I stepped inside, scanning the area around me.

I spotted a section that held cans of coffee grounds and coffee makers. I made my way through the store, keeping my head down to avoid anyone's gaze.

I grabbed a random coffee maker and picked up two big cans of coffee grounds. I carried the box that held the machine with the cans on top.

I waited in line until I was able to purchase my items. I then grabbed my bags and nearly ran out of the store.

I glanced over my shoulder, making sure nobody was following me. I turned back around, hardly able to register that I had collided with someone.

"Sorry-" I began to apologise when I noticed who it was that I had ran into.

"Not sleeping well, I take it." Mycroft looked into my eyes, taking in every possible deduction he could make.

I shifted uncomfortably. "What are you doing here, Mycroft?" I asked, changing the subject.

Mycroft held his hands behind his back, not holding an umbrella like usual. I found this odd considering I have never seen him without it while he was out in public.