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The Sparrow And The Hawk Chap2

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I slept restlessly that night. I tossed and turned next to a snoring Larry, who was incessantly mumbling and disturbing my worried thoughts. I could not remove the image of Mr. Holmes from my mind. Why did he want to speak to me, of all people? It could be dangerous. He could be dangerous. I had no idea what trouble I could be entering myself into!
I rolled out of bed, my bare feet padding across the carpet and down the stairs, into the kitchen. I mustn't ask for advice from Larry, I concluded – he'd be protective, as always; he'd never let me go and visit Sherlock alone, a man I barely knew. Not after what we'd both been through, the events of four years ago that still haunted our minds.
I could just stay at home – tomorrow was a Sunday, and Larry would be manning the shop for the short time that it would be open. I could stay in my bedroom, pretend that I'd never read that note, never received Sherlock's invitation – and had simply thrown it into the bin like I had intended to.
I looked up at the clock as I stirred my mug of hot chocolate. 4am. Just less than five hours to make a decision. My mind was constantly at war with itself – continuously making different conclusions as to whether I'd go or stay.
Eventually, my inquisitive nature took over. I decided I would talk to Sherlock Holmes. I had to.
Whilst I sat and stared into the darkness, my only company the low humming of the boiler, I wondered if I'd made the right decision. Curiosity killed the cat, I thought, but would it harm the sparrow?
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The following morning, after a goodbye kiss from Larry and the sound of the front door clicking shut, I hopped out of bed, glancing at the time. It was now 8am, one hour to go. I didn't allow myself to hesitate, pulling on some old jeans and a top. I hurried down a bowl of cereal, all the time thinking about my upcoming meeting with Sherlock Holmes. I had no idea what to expect, what he planned to talk about, why he needed me, Sally Sparrow, plain old Sally Sparrow. Leaving a note for Larry, saying I was doing something trivial like Christmas shopping  - not meeting up with a complete stranger - I pulled on my coat. I hoped I'd return before the end of his shift. I hoped I'd return at all.

After several frankly embarrassing attempts I finally obtained a cab, and stepped into the back.
"Where you off to, love?" the cabbie asked, smiling at me through the rear mirror.
"Um, Baker Street, please. 221B, Baker Street," I replied, attempting to sound confident, nonchalant, when in fact I felt like throwing up all over the pristine black seats of the taxi.
I know it's a bit quick to upload this chapter after the first chapter went up yesterday but I've been in a very writeywritey mood. Very short chapters, I know :L Not much is happening in this chapter either, I promise a bit more interesting stuff & action soon!:L
Going to be quite a while now until the next chapter just keeping you on your toes! ;) Chapter 3's gonna be a PAIN to write so it'll take me a while.
Hope you like it,
comments are always lovedddd.
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timelord53's avatar
your getting better at this