《The fashion consultant | Sherlock Holmes x Reader|》|Chapter 29: Tears|
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Mary had died..... It was still hard to believe, after all this time I didn't think something like this would happen. John wasn't speaking to Sherlock nor was Sherlock speaking much to me. Saying there's something important he had to do all the time. Always something to work on so I left. Not for good obviously but for Paris just for two months to get on top of the next season of clothing. I told Mrs Hudson to give me updates but I knew she wasn't saying everything. It would be a shit show when I got back, I knew that.
"Gracie, did you get that email from Franswa?" I asked looking through a few papers as I was typing away. It was easier to distract myself from work. Better than overthinking about something I couldn't change.
"Yes, he's coming tomorrow for the lineup." I nodded with a sigh smiling knowing we were almost finished and I could go back home for the night. Gracie was a good worker and helped me run the company while I was in London. Stretching she passed my travel mug.
"I'll finish this up. You've been here since eight." Thanking her I left 10 minutes later in my car. I'm worried about Sherlock, every time I call he doesn't pick up, at least in the last week he hasn't. He even told me to leave a month ago. It's not a conversation I like to remember.
[2 months ago]
Things had been rough. John had cut himself off from Sherlock and I didn't want to visit John without Sherlock since it would only make him feel worse. The two of us were in the sitting area. I was on the couch trying to find a way to tell him about having to go back to Paris for a while, either I'd stay here and more than likely lose half the sales profit or leave for a bit to stay on top of things. Sherlock hadn't really been talking, both because of Mary's passing and the fact his best friend said he'd rather talk to anyone but him.
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"Sherlock...." I said quietly not liking the silence we've been sitting under for the past two hours.
"Just go." He said bluntly staring over at Johns seat unblinking.
"What?" I breathed out and Sherlock chuckled slightly.
"You've been wanting to tell me for the past two days that you're leaving for Paris and I'm telling you to leave. It's not like it matters if you're here or not." My heart shattered. Standing I walked right over to him grabbing his chin so he looked up into my eyes.
"I won't hold this against you since we've lost someone. Once you've got you're head out of your arse let me know." Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and I saw Sherlocks face soften slightly. But he didn't stop me when I slammed the door nor the next half hour of me packing.
[Present time]
The apartment was cold and dark when I entered. Sure the neighbours were nice but nothing like back in London, it was more homely there. Pun intended. Falling onto my bed I let out a sigh trying not to think of sherlock but failing. My phone rang, Mrs Hudson.
"Hi, Mrs Hudson." I breathed yawning quietly standing back up to find something to eat for dinner.
'(y/n) deary, I think you better come home.' She whispered and I raised an eyebrow.
"Is everything alright? When we last called you said Sherlock was doing alright." She paused for a moment and I bit my lip grabbing out a frozen meal I'd made earlier that week.
'I wasn't being completely honest. Just please tell me you'll come back.' I sighed lightly looking to the time.
"I'll see if my partner can handle the rest. Maybe after work tomorrow but Mrs Hudson you know you can call Mycroft if he's going Bananas."
'I've always hated that man I prefer you.' I laughed quietly into the phone. 'He just got up and left saying he was with someone. Oh (y/n) Sherlock isn't in the right mind. I'm sure once you're back he'll straighten himself out.'
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"Well from the sounds of it he wanted me gone in the first place." Slightly gritting my teeth at the memory I heard Mrs Hudson sigh.
'Grief affects us all differently dear. Just promise me you'll be here by Friday.'
"I promise." The call ended and I dropped my phone to the counter. Looks like I won't be getting much sleep tonight.
.......
"An emergency in London?" Gracie said looking up from her computer.
"Yes, It's hard to explain but do you think you can manage?: I asked and Gracie thought for a moment before nodding.
"After the final meeting today it's just loose ends. Do you need to book a flight?" I shook my head.
"No driving will be quicker. Thank you so much, Gracie." She laughed at me when I grabbed both her hands.
"No problem. You're the boss anyway. The meetings at 4 remember."
I had another day here, plus a long drive to London. Hoping that Sherlock would be able to last the 48 hours until I made it all the way back to him. Maybe after I slap him in the face for making Mrs Hudson worry I'd feel better. But I didn't get to do that because on the final stretch of my drive to 221B bakers street I got a call. Pressing a button I answered the call.
'(Y/n) where are you now?' It was John, I hadn't heard much from him so It was a surprise to hear his voice.
"Just pulling into baker street...Why?" I slammed my breaks on the car when John jumped in front of me. "What the actual fuck john!" I shouted and the call ended. He jumped in the car. "I could have rammed into you.."
"Just drive. Sherlock is in trouble!" He shouted at me and I started driving down the road once more.
"Where are we going, John. What's happening?" A GSP went off. "Sherlock is about to die GO!" I became frantic speeding up the car and hurling through the streets.
"Please John what happened while I was gone?" I asked turning a sharp corner just in time seeing a hospital come into view.
"Just park here!" Even before I stopped the car directly in front of the hospital John was off. Switching off the car and unbuckling my seat I just sure John run into the hospital. I Locked the car while running after him.
"JOHN what's happening!" I shouted running after him through the halls and upstairs. It was late at night but nothing mattered at the moment from all the confusion I was feeling. What happened while I was gone. Is Sherlock dying? Then I knew once seeing the rammed open door I panted holding onto my knees for a moment. Sherlock was gasping for air on the hospital bed. "John what the hell." I breathed seeing Culverton that famous guy being held back by the guard.
"I was only." Culverton was trying to say.
"Shut up." I quickly stopped him from talking pointing my finger at him. "You look like shit," I said to Sherlock who chuckled raising the bed up. John left me side, more than likely to call the cops.
"I think my head is out of my arse as you put it." For some reason the moment he said those words I sat on the chair next to the bed crying. I cried so much it hurt.
"You're the worst." I cried out. "You never called, Mrs Hudson wouldn't tell me anything. I was worried sick." A hand went to tuck a hair behind my ear and away from my face.
"I'm sorry, I told her not to." I sniffed looking up into his eyes.
"Why not? Why did you shut me out, Sherlock?"
"I didn't want you to be here to see all this happen. It was the only way to save John. You have no idea how much it hurt to see you cry." Sherlock's hand fell to the side and I held onto him as I continued to cry.
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