"Quick" She heard Sherlock call from in front of her as they ran full force in the vague direction of the docks.
"Quicker" John's voice yelled, franticly grabbing her wrist and pulling her into a dark side street.
"Okay" the detective said from somewhere in the shadows, if her brain had been working at normal speed she would have been able to say exactly where, but after being knocked out she was suffering from a concussion which played with her senses.
"That warehouse is going to explode in less time than it takes for us to get far enough away" he closed his eyes and began planning in his head.
John and her waited patiently, if he could come up with a plan he'd need time to think.
"Okay I've got it" he grabbed both their arms and began frog marching them towards the wooden steps leading down to the water front. "We swim"
"What!" both of them yelled.
"What kind of insane idea is that?" John's yell changed into a whisper as they heard an old drunk stumble past.
"Well we can go back the way we came and be killed by trained assassins" Sherlock started to climb over the railings. "Would that be a better idea?"
"Sherlock it's March! The water's freezing!" Tori nodded and pulled her coat closer around her.
"I think a cold beats death, doesn't it?" Sherlock raised an eye brow at John.
"Cold, try Hypothermia" John muttered but began climbing down the railing anyway.
"Tori?"
The younger girl still hadn't moved from where she was standing.
John looked up at her in concern.
"She can't swim" Sherlock called, climbing back up to her and holding out his hand.
"Excellent deduction, no I can't, never learnt"
"Come on, it's not that hard"
"Easy for you to say" she mumbled, taking his hand and they both began climbing down.
Tori swung her feet franticly trying to find a rung to stand on but they just dangled in thin air. Stretching a little she her feet soaked through.
The water was so cold it seemed to have frozen her legs and the chill was making her way up to her chest. Letting go of the railings she dropped into the water.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed as the dirty sea water engulfed her.
She felt herself being pulled down by the water, closer to the dark abyss below.
Sherlock watched in horror as Tori's small frame didn't appear at the surface.
"John go on ahead, find Lestrade" he yelled swimming closer to where the girl had disappeared.
Pushing his head under the water, he looked around for Tori.
Diving deeper he saw the white hand poke out of a black oil cloud.
Kicking his legs he propelled himself further to the arm. As he came closer he reached out, thankfully he felt a pulse beating to a steady rhythm.
He pulled on her arm and began swimming upwards.
He broke the surface of the water and let out a gasp of fresh air, well as fresh as London air can get. Turning round he saw Tori gasping for air.
"You okay?" he called moving closer to support her weight.
She tried to speak but ended up coughing and spluttering the sea water. After a few seconds she stopped and nodded her head weakly.
"Sherlock!" They snapped their heads up to see John looking down from the top of a sailing boat. When he saw that they'd spotted him, he threw down a rope ladder till it reached just before the water.
"Thanks" Tori wheezed as Sherlock pulled her towards the boat.
Two hours after they climb out of the water, called Lestrade and listen to Sherlock explain the entire four day case in less than thirty seconds, John and Tori were sitting on the steps of the station, covered in shock blankets and spare coats.
They'd changed out of their wet clothes and into some off the lost items the officers kept just in case.
"What a nice picture you both make" she looked up to see Sherlock standing above them still wearing his soaking clothes.
"You must be frozen" John scolded him, getting up and wrapping one of his blankets around him.
"I've talked to Lest- John get off!" he shrugged the Doctor away and resumed talking. "I've talked to Lestrade and the warehouse is well and truly gone, if we go to...Tori?"
Sherlock bent down to see her fast asleep. He watched as John checked her pulse and breathing before straighting up. "Poor girl's passed out, get her back to the flat and keep her warm"
"Wait, you're not coming with us?" he asked as john pulled up the girl and pushed her gently in his direction.
"No, I'm meeting Mary's parents, remember? You'll just have to deal with her on your own" He wrapped the blankets tighter around Tori and then set of towards Mary who'd been waiting for a few minutes.
Sherlock signalled for a cab and hauled her inside shooting the Taxi driver a smile. "My daughter had a few to many drinks" the guy nodded and started the car.
Tori woke several hours later, just as dawn was breaking. Her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat and she couldn't move her arms, for a second she thought she was still unconscious. It ended when Sherlock untied her from the mass of coats and blankets that seemed to have doubled since last night.
"John said to keep you warm" he shrugged as he dumped the clothes on the floor next to her.
"Sherlock! I'm going to have to clear that up" she wined bending down to pick them up. Before she could reach them though a searing pain shot through her head and she fell back into the couch.
"Did I hit my head last night?" she asked rubbing a lump that had appeared just above her left eyebrow.
"Yes, just before you were knocked out" he lied.
After carrying her back to the flat, he left her at the top of the stairs. It was only for a minute to get Mrs Hudson but when he came back, she was collapsed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. But best not to let her know it was his fault. No point in a second trip to A&E this week.
A.N
I'm back!
It hasn't really been long but I have news!
I'm trying to write the second Original Baker St Irregular!
It'll be set a few months after the first ended and focussing more on a mystery than her. I've planned it out a little but I still need to write it all down.
I do have a lot of school work to focus on, GCSE mocks are coming up, so it may not get finished for a while.
Well fingers crossed!
Love Rosie