Trust in Sherlock: Book 2

Chapter 17-Maggie's POV

I awoke to a loud bang coming from upstairs. My vision was still blurred from sleep but I was quickly becoming aware of my surroundings.

I sat up, pushing the old blanket off of my body. There was no clock in the room to give me a hint at the time. I looked outside and tried to find the sun. Unfortunately, it was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds. It could've been four in the afternoon or four in the morning for all I knew.

Another loud crash came from the floor above me. I ran to the door, my feet slapping against the wooden flooring. I couldn't remember taking off my shoes and they were nowhere in sight.

I slipped and slid down the hallway, hardly remembering where I even was.

I briefly remembered Mrs. Hudson leading me to the room but after that I barely remember anything.

I exited Mrs. Hudson's flat and turned left. I ran up the stairs as another crash came from the floor above. A shout sounded from the flat just as I reached the second floor.

I twisted the doorknob and pushed against the wood roughly with my shoulder. The door wouldn't budge.

I knocked on the door with my knuckles while trying to push the door open. "Sherlock! John!" I shouted.

The door disappeared under my shoulder and I fell into a body. We both fell to the floor. I didn't feel myself hit the floor, only the body of whoever I had ran into.

"Get off of me."

I looked up at the sound of Sherlock's voice that came from underneath me. Once I registered that my head was on his chest, I quickly scrambled to my feet.

He stood up after I had moved away.

I looked around, looking for something that would tell me what the loud noises were from earlier. The entire flat was a mess. A few more bullet holes were in the wall and one was even in the couch.

"What happened in here?" I asked, looking around.

Sherlock didn't answer and looked around almost nervously. I headed for the kitchen but Sherlock blocked my path. "Why are you here?" He asked.

I narrowed my eyes. "I heard noise and thought you were in danger-"

"If anyone is in danger, it's you. You need to leave." He urged, glancing over his shoulder.

"Why do I need to leave?" I asked, glaring up at him. I wasn't leaving this flat until he gave me an answer.

Sherlock sighed, looking very annoyed. "I want you to leave." he said.

He was nervous. I could tell by his body language and his tone.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Why?" I asked.He seemed to take the hint that I wasn't leaving until he gave me a proper answer. But he didn't have time to reply before another voice spoke.

"Oh, Sherlock dear. Let her stay. We haven't finished."

I stiffened and took a few stumbling steps backward. I didn't need to see her face to know exactly who it was. I looked at Sherlock, unable to believe anything that was happening around me. He avoided looking me in the eyes.

"Hello Margaret. I wasn't expecting you."

I didn't believe her. She always expected the unexpected.

She came from the kitchen area, wearing only a towel and her hair wet. I could smell Sherlock's shampoo from here.

"I could say the same to you." I managed to croak out, my throat already closing.