I dunno. Started this a couple months ago, but only just finished it. It was actually fun to write. X) Please leave a review!
Nothing was visible in the pressing darkness. John blindly stumbled around the room, trying to locate the man who he knew was imprisoned within.
"Sherlock!" he whispered, not daring to speak louder.
A moment passed, and then a low voice resounded in the silence.
"About time you showed up."
John nearly laughed with an overwhelming sense of relief. The room flooded with light, and John blinked as it shone in his eyes.
"Oh, sorry," said the consulting detective.
"You have a flashlight? John exclaimed in disbelief.
"Well, yes. Obviously."
John rolled his eyes as he made his way towards Sherlock Holmes. The man sat against the wall on the hardwood floor, his wrists and ankles bound with tight ropes. John could see the places where Sherlock had tried to loosen them with his teeth.
"So what took you so long?" Sherlock asked.
This time, John did give a humorless laugh as he pulled out a pocket knife and proceeded to cut the ropes.
"Oh, you know…Lestrade and his team."
"Ah." Sherlock nodded knowingly.
In a matter of moments, John had hacked the ropes in two. Sherlock rubbed his wrists to get the blood flowing.
"Well, let's get a move on, shall we?" He hastily got to his feet, then wobbled slightly as all the blood rushed to his head.
"Dear or dear," John said, clicking his tongue. "You're in no fit state to be running around—"
"I'm perfectly fine, John!" Sherlock cut him off. He shook his head to clear it. "I just wish I'd…" He stopped, then accepted the gun John held out for him.
"Don't mention it," John whispered.
And the duo hurried off.