Alright, so what do we know?
Jeffery Peterson a.k.a BULLDOG- murderer, killed 6, abused 1. That we know of. Kidnapped Joan Watson, revenge against nearly capturing him.
Joan Watson- kidnapped, beaten, sent to hospital, now back home with partner, Sherlock Holmes. Under protection of NYPD
Sherlock Holmes- working on case of serial killer BULLDOG, under protection of NYPD.
Holmes + Watson- boyfriend + girlfriend, recent.
Bomb- just went off.
SHERLOCK HOLMES P.O.V
I was explaining things on minute, to my girlfriend (that's new) and the next I'm laying on the floor. There was a big explosion, our house wasn't warm and it was still in one piece, must have been a nearby neighbours house. WATSON, I see her through the gap underneath the desk, she is on the floor in pain.
She is trying not to show it but I think she was hit on the head with shards from the windows, and her ankle would be killing her right now, may or may not be taking her back to hospital. Before I know it I'm crawling back over to her, ignoring all the glass in have in my hands, just trying to get to her and to help her.
When I finally reach her, she has lifted her head asking if I am all right. I confirm that I am fine and I ask her if she is ok, I check her forehead and the rest of her body to make sure. I ask her about the pain in her ankle, she says it PI on a scale of 1-10 (PI= 3.142) and I tell her not to lie to me, because I know when she lies, she says it may have gone up to seven or eight. I pick her up and carry her to a more secure and safer place in the house, we end up inside her room, none of the windows broken, and I lay her on her bed and tell her to scream if she needs me.
She argues about me leaving her but I must go and find out what happened. it doesn't feel right to leave her alone but I need to make sure it is safe again, I check her bedroom window one more time and then I go and look out of the windows at the front and I see a much burnt body on the floor, it seems to have fallen down the steps of our front door.
None other houses are harmed by explosion + crap as bomb didn't do much+ bomb was on timer and suicidal bomber didn't get in house in time to kill us + we are all ok = IDIOT KILLER.
I observe the police and various other services arriving on the scene, they enter the brownstone with ease (will need a new door) they find me upstairs and I assure them I am all right, then I hear it. A window shattering and a scream coming from Watson, I try desperately to break down the door but something very strong is blocking it, the police man grabs the gun and shoots the hinges off. Eventually we can break down the door.
We all rush in to find the fire exit window broken and Watson is gone. I run as fast as I can, over to the window but I see nothing, nobody running away and no trace of anybody going back down, I spin round to investigate the room, how did this happen? It was 10 seconds MAX between the window breaking and me barging in, no wait we had to break the door, 2 minutes MAX. This is impossible; it's a trick, just a big magic trick, HOW DID HE DO THIS?
JOAN WATSON P.O.V
It all happened so fast, he was standing there explaining things, he looked amazing even if he hadn't slept for a while, and the next were on the floor after a giant bang went off. All I can think of is the raging headache and the killer pain in my ankle; someone please cut it off and give me some pain killers.
Sherlock is next to me in an instant, make sure he is ok before anything else, he is asking me about my ankle, I tell him I'm fine but inside I am hurting so much, I tell him something he might believe 7 or 8- 10. Hell, it was 10 time that, but I didn't want him worrying about me, soon he picks me up and takes me to my room, he places me down and says to stay here while he checks it out. I beg him and beg him not to go but he convinces me otherwise, I'm ready to scream if anything happens.
Suddenly I hear glass breaking, I get a sharp pain in my arm just after I see a man climbing through the window, I'm knocked out instantly and when I wake it is dark, very dark and very cold. The room is damp and smells awful, my vision is blurred and I can't make out many shapes, I can't hear my either but it soon improves.
My leg still hurts but I can't concentrate on that, Sherlock was only in the other room so I must have disappeared within 10 seconds, police were there so there's no way there could have been a fight, and I was still taken. Ok where am I? I think I am underground somewhere, still in New York because I can hear the traffic outside, I'm not that deep down and I'm near the centre, the sewers! No wonder it smells so much down here, the sewers will give easy access around the city and can give any escape for criminals, who know the route.
Fortunately I know this place inside and out, but I'm tied up, my ankle in an unfortunate position which won't help its recovery. I wonder what Sherlock is doing, is he figuring out how to save me? Or is he already on his way? I don't know how long I have been knocked out but, only a few drugs can knock people out almost instantly, so I think about the pain in my head, the amount of pain illuminates quite a few of them leaving only spigotine and pentica. I'm guessing pentica, mainly because I know more about it.
I can hear talking in the distance but I can't make out what they are saying, ok so far I know this…
a bomb went off very near our house
I've been kidnaped twice
My ankle is broken, limiting escape options
Sherlock is probably worried himself to death, and working hard to find me
I need to get out of here.
Stay strong Joan, stay strong.
A/N- spigotine and pentica are completely made up, feel free to use them if you wish to. I hope that this will keep your story hunger at bay until I may write again, please review what you think! :) and thank you to all those who have bothered to read this story.