Earlier that Morning
Now sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed Sherlock was starting to doze off.
He hadn't slept all night. He had let his emotions take over his body. His hands were damp from tears that had run down his face that night. The room seemed empty to him, he wondered where John had got to and if he was alright.
221B fell silent.
Hamish had gone into an uneasy sleep that would only last a few minuets and Sherlock had got a hold of himself. This silence lasted for a while. Sherlock went and made tea for himself now that he had calmed down. When he sat down and started to drink his tea he heard the door open downstairs. He thought it was John coming home and thought nothing about it.
"John. Are you alright?" Sherlock called. But there was no answer.
Sherlock thought John didn't answer because he was still angry with him but then he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. These where not the footsteps of John Watson, they were too heavy for him. The footsteps had a metal sound do them as they hit the wooden stairs.
Sherlock, not knowing what was making that noise, went into the kitchen and picked up a frying pan and hid behind the door, waiting for someone to enter.
Then 2 metal men came in.
They was taller than the average height and the black round eyes made the figure look dead inside. Sherlock wasn't sure what they were but decided he would take a shot, he swung back the frying pan and hit the first metal man square on the chest.
"DELETE" said the second pointing his arm at Sherlock.
"Stop. He is to come with us. Do not harm the human." said the metal man in a monotone voice.
"And what if I refuse" Sherlock wasn't scared but he was curious to know what this was and what they were doing in his flat.
"Then you will be taken by force." The first metal man grabbed hold of Sherlocks arm and pulled him forwards.
"Let. Go. Of. Me" the pressure on Sherlocks arm was unbearable even for him.
"Do not resist. You will come with us."
"I demand to know who you are and what are you doing in my flat."
"That is non of your concern. Stop moving and come with us or the boy will be deleted."
The metal man turned around to talk to the other. "You will go to the boy. Do not shoot unless I give the signal"
"Wait! Wait... I'll come with you, but the boy comes to no harm, no harm what so ever!"
"You will follow me" the first metal man left first releasing his grip on Sherlocks arm, followed by Sherlock and the other metal man though the doors and into a grey van that sat unnoticed on Baker Street.