Heart thumping. Blood pumping. Anger bubbling. Sherlock marched towards the empty loft. He took a deep breath. Wham. The door was forced open and in stood Sherlock.
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!" He demanded.

The two men looked at each other then back at him.

"What?" They said in unison.

"Is this not allotment 666?" Sherlock asked feeling embarrassment rise up from deep within him.

"No this is 669 they did 666 across from us" The slightly older man informed.

"Oh well I deeply apologize" Sherlock said backing out of the room.

He walked across the allotment park and repeated his past actions of barging through the door.

This time there were three men each jumping out of their skin at the sight of Sherlock?

The sight of blood drops on the floor and the fact that all the men had at least one red hand meant there was a high possibility that she had been abused.

He took a deep breath and forced his body up even straighter.

"Give me the woman!" Sherlock yet again demanded.

"GIVE US MORIARTY" the man retorted

"You get Moriarty when I get Joan" He returned

"And the money?" the other men questioned.

"Two point Two million rights here" Sherlock said wafting the fat envelope around.

"How do we know once we give you the woman you won't take her and run?" The youngest of the men questioned.

"Because young sir I Sherlock Holmes am a man of my word" he answered truthfully.

The three men looked at each other before one waltzed off.

He returned with a woman in bloodied clothes, her hands bound and tape across her mouth.

"This bitch is one hell of a fighter; surprised you haven't smacked her around a bit with the stuff she talks about" the older man remarks.

"Joan, you okay?" Sherlock asked looking over her torn, tatty clothes.

She tried to speak but gave in and simply nodded.

"She goes to you and brings the money to us" The middle man demanded

"Fine" Sherlock replied.

Joan slowly walked over to him she didn't look in pain however she looked like she had 12 beers.

"What did you drug her with?" Sherlock asked.

"Ketomine she won't be able to walk straight until it wears off" A man said smugly watching Joan wobble across the concrete floor of the warehouse.

Finally reaching Sherlock she collapsed in his arms. He removed the grey tape off of her mouth as she let out a moan of relief.

Sherlock broke the deal and slid the money and a key across the floor.

"The address is 129 Revel Road" Sherlock turned and walked out supporting Joan.

All three men Shrugged at each other and waited to hear the sound of Sherlock's taxi's engine as it drove off.

"Sher… Sherlock…you gave….You gave them Gregson's address" Joan stuttered.

"Hmmhmm" Sherlock looked down at Joan who was laid in his lap her eyes slowly sliding shut.

He got his phone out and text Gregson.

"3 UN ARMED MEN COMING YOUR HOUSE GOT JOAN GOING HOSPITAL NO PHYSICAL DAMAGE"

Gregson replied.

"OKAY WISH HER BEST FROM US"

Sherlock pocketed his phone and told the driver to go to the hospital.

Through out the journey and the medical examination Sherlock was reluctant to release Joan's hand.

She was fine apart from having to stay the night.

"Stay the night" Joan muttered in and out of consciousness.

"Honey I'm not leaving you for a long time" Sherlock replied squeezing her hand.

He gently lifted Joan's head and fastened the golden bee chain around her neck.

Joan caught sight of his gold sparkling watch. The one she had bought him which had their initials engraved in the back.

(Okay guys so this is it the last chapter hope you enjoyed sorry it took so long please read and review… Lulu xo)