AN: Long time no see! Not mine, Sorry for the format issues! John's kidnappping before the swimming pool scene!
To Cris, she helped me ease my Author's block!
Beep beep!
Sebastian rubbed his eyes and took his phone.
1 new message:
Bring me his pet.
After 5 hours, he finally had a clear view of the target. He checked again his sniper riffle, charged with one single dart, and pulled the trigger.
John went down the stairs with a small spring in his step. Sherlock had just promised to buy milk and beans! He knew it was silly to be happy for that, that in fact Sherlock should have helped with the house chores since day one, but it was an improvement. And every little concession Sherlock made, each inch he opened to the outside world, was a great feat and should be celebrated. Picking up the keys, he strolled down the street looking for a taxi when something hit his leg. He looked down to see a dart stuck in his tigh, and as he went to unhinge it, he lost foot and saw the floor rapidly approaching him. Luckily, someone caught him before hitting the concrete, but he didn't see its face, and all he managed to say was a slurred thank you before passing out.
When John woke up, he found himself wrapped up in explosives. He was in some public toilet, highly disoriented, and through an earplug a genderless voice spoke: Good Morning, Johnny Boy!
A simple 221B, as always! Loved it? Dreadful? Just say so leaving a review! Ham, jam and jumpers to all of you!