Holmes P.O.V:

Watson had been gone about 15 minutes now, And I was starting to get a bit concerned. I glanced down at my pocket watch as I walked back into our compartment on the train, and was about to sit down when I noticed a note placed on the book I had been reading earlier. Here is the note transcribed below.

Mr. Holmes,

If you wish to see your dear friend again, then meet me at the unoccupied car at the back of the train as soon as possible, and come alone.

-Anonymous

My heart turned to lead as I read this, and panic took its hold over me. But now was not the time to panic, it would get me nowhere. No, now was the time to think and execute a plan of action. I quickly regained my composure before rushing from the compartment and down the narrow hall. In my panic I failed to notice a man step out from one of the compartments, a man with a knife. He grabbed me by the shoulder and raised the knife. I threw a strong right cross to his face, but I was not able to back up in time. As the punch connected with his face, his knife came down and cut my stomach. Pain seared through the open wound, and I grunted in pain.

Years of boxing experience stepped in and I disarmed the man, by the time I was finished he was slumped up in the hallway and half conscious. I continued running despite the pain.

I reached the door to the last car on the train, and tried the handle, to my dismay it was locked. I lifted up my hand and tapped the door with my fist.

" It is I, Sherlock Holmes" I announced.

The door opened slightly and a face appeared around the door, he had a dark face and black hair.

"Ah, so it is, so it is. Please come in Mr. Holmes, do hurry."

I stepped into the room, it was empty all except for a few crates and large suitcases. The sight of my dear friend tied up in a chair in the corner, pained my heart, this was all my fault. His mouth was gagged and his hands tied behind the chair. I took a step towards my friend.

"Do not touch him Mr. Holmes, now give me the papers or I will shoot." The man leveled the gun at me.

" Now give it to me!" he repeated, I shook my head, I didn't have the documents he wanted.

"Well perhaps this will convince you" The man shouted with a maniacal laugh, and he turned the gun on my friend. He began to slowly pull back the trigger, and suddenly I knew what I had to do.

Watson's P.O.V:

While watching this exchange I had managed to secretly untie the rope that bound my hands, and I sat anxiously watching the confrontation, when suddenly the man had pulled a gun on Holmes, and then on me. I saw as the criminal slowly pulled back the trigger, and I closed my eyes unsure of what to do. If I jumped up now he would surely shoot Holmes. All I could do was sit there absolutely terrified. I heard the shot ring out, and a shadow pass in front of me, but I felt no pain. I opened my eyes, and was horrified by what I saw. Holmes had jumped in front of me, and had taken the bullet himself.

I wanted to scream but the tape around my mouth prevented me from doing so. I watched in terror as Holmes staggered backwards in pain, holding himself up against the wall.

" Your loyalty surprises me Mr. Holmes" said the strange man approaching my friend, He wound up and punched Holmes in the nose. My friend sank down against the wall.

Filled with an unstoppable rage and fury I leapt up out of my chair and charged at the man who had hurt my friend. I threw I strong hook at his head knocking him out completely. I pushed the man out of the way and ran to the side of my dear friend. He smiled weakly with a look of concern upon his face.

"Are you alright Watson?"

"Yes Holmes, don't worry about me right now you're the one in need of medical attention right now." It broke me to see the look of pain on his face, I knew he was trying to hide it but I saw right through it.

I cradled my best friend in my arms, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with my handkerchief. A calm expression was soon visible upon his face. I smiled down at him and he smiled at me, a silent message saying we would always be there for each other, no matter the circumstances. He was like a brother to me, I loved him dearly, and I knew that I was very lucky that his injuries weren't even more severe.

To be continued. Please review if you get the chance, Thanks for reading.