Don't Look Down

"Hi Sherlock!" called Gina, pausing in her Christmas song to say hello to her rescuer. Luckily for her friends, the guards took no notice - mostly because she'd already said "Hi Sherlock" in several different manners just to annoy them. Now, one of the guards had earplugs in, while the other was concentrating on the thing in the tank, ignoring the seventeen year old girl dangling by her wrists above him. Gina looked back up just in time to miss Sherlock swearing, and started her solo rendition of Avenue Q.

"The sun is shining, what a lovely day," she began. Below, the guard without earplugs groaned, found the nearest wall, then started bashing his head against it. Grinning, Gina swiftly moved through the songs, relatively alone, until the song 'If You Were Gay'.

"If you were gay," Gina sang. Naisa entered the room with a baseball bat.

"That'd be okay." Naisa crept behind the guard with earplugs, who was looking in the tank.

"I mean 'cos hey..." The guard saw a shadow from behind, and turned around.

Naisa joined in. "I'd like you a-ny-way!" With each syllable on the last word, Naisa swung the baseball bat, and smacked the guard around the head. She was about to continue beating him, but she heard Bella yell "Naisa! No!". Naisa dropped the bat (which hit the guard anyway) and simply stated; "Violence is wrong."

By this point, the other guard had walked over - unsteadily, considering he'd been pounding his head on a wall - and stood next to Bella. He tried to swing a punch at her, which she easily dodged. Bella held out her pinky finger, and gently prodded the guard.

He fell over.

"Well, I really didn't think my singing was that bad," said Gina from on high.

"OH. MY. GOD."

"Naisa... what're you doing?" asked Bella

Naisa had her face pressed up against the tank, watching the shark that was inside. Sherlock entered the room, having been assured that there were no other guards coming. He looked up at Gina, trying to figure out how to get her down.

"I think I'll call him Crazy Joe," said Naisa slowly.

"Naisa, concentrate!" Sherlock snapped, unsure of what to do.

"Sorry!" Naisa spun back round to face Sherlock and Bella.

"You know," said Gina thoughtfully. "I rather like it up here. It's quite fun. Though my wrists hurt a bit. And the rope is fraying slightly. Good thing there's a tank of water to break my fall."

"Gina..." Sherlock said. "Do you know what's in the tank?"

"Should I?"

"Just... don't look down."

Gina looked down. Then back up at the rope. Then down, and back up. She looked at Sherlock. "Can I get down now?"

"How do we do that?" asked Naisa.

"I'm losing the feeling in my tongue!"

"Her tongue?" Bella looked up at her friend, a little confused.

"Great," said Sherlock. "Leave her there, she can't keep singing."

"I heard that."

"You were meant to."

"Well, if you don't get me down, I will find my own way. Then I will th-teal all of John Wat-thon's clothing, th-o all you've got to wear ith a th-ock."

Sherlock looked at Naisa. "What did she say?"

"Just that she'd steal John's clothing so all you have is a sock."

There was a small pause. "Let's get her down."

The three rescuers stared at the dangling Gina, who was now swinging slightly (out of boredom).

"The only way I can see is by letting her drop. The water would break her fall... but the shark would eat her." Sherlock said, running through the situation in his mind.

"I'll deal with the shark," said Bella, skipping forwards to the tank. She knocked gently on the glass, encouraging the massive shark to look at her.

"Oooh," said Naisa, understanding. "She's going to give him the Death Glare."

"...The what?"

"Just watch."

Bella's eyes narrowed, and became the most evil-looking glare the world had ever seen. The shark turned around immediately to go and hide behind a rock formation in the furthest corner of the tank. She smirked, and the shark quivered in fear.

"That should keep Crazy Jo there for a while," said Bella, satisfied that it was a successful glare. She leaned against the tank. "Gina should be fine if you dropped her in the tank, she's a good swimmer."

"Yeah, but how do we get her down? We can't get up there," Naisa pointed out.

Sherlock took a pistol out of his coat.

"OH MY GOD HE'S GOING TO KILL HER!" yelled Naisa. Sherlock ignored her as Bella held her back, he aimed and shot.

The rope snapped.

"Wheeeee!" Splash!

Gina swam to the edge of the tank, despite her hands still being tied together, and Sherlock moved a ladder over so that she could climb down. As soon as she was on the floor, Sherlock undid the rope around her hands then surprised her with a hug.

Naisa watched as Sherlock murmured something to Gina, and the brunette blush slightly before answering. Naisa smiled, and Bella came over with a towel she found somewhere.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Oh, just heard something massively cute?"

There was a pause.

"Well?" prompted Bella.

"Ah, yeah. Sherlock just said to Gina, 'I'm glad you're okay," and Gina was all like, 'You were actually concerned?'. Sherlock was just like '...duh'. It was cute. 'Specially 'cos Gina blushed."

"Aww, that is sweet," said Bella in a saccharine voice. It then went very bored. "Where's the bucket?" Naisa laughed.

Bella lobbed the towel at Gina. "Here," she said. "You're wet enough." All three girls burst out laughing.

Needless to say, Sherlock was slightly confused.

By Gina
Whew. Sorry it's later than it should have been - I've just been ridiculously busy recently. But it's half-term now, so I should be able to finish my last chapter for this story. (Can't believe it's nearly done! Lol.) 'Til then, folks! x