(Irene's POV)
I could feel the gun pressed to my temple come on Irene think of something! My mind was fried all I could think was that I was going die, I'm going to die… NO. There is no way I'm giving up now! I pulled with my entire mite to pull free of the hand holding me, but the gun was only pressed closer. I couldn't see where I was but I knew I was kidnapped by my employer, Moriarty!
"Don't worry my dear; you won't feel anything for long." He chuckled
My blood went cold as I heard the click of a gun being cocked and I felt the gun hovering behind my head, I froze, the last few days flashed in front of my eyes,
Sherlock's kisses, Miss Mary's jokes, Doctor Watson, Sherlock…
I felt tears streaming down my face, Goodbye love… I closed my eyes and waited for my death to come.
Before Moriarty had the chance to finish me off I could hear the door open and the loud voices of two men.
(Mary's POV)
I took in the scene quickly, Irene on the floor gun to the back of her head, a man tall and gangly holding it. I knew in this moment I was on my own, and this was terrifying.
"We brought the lady" the man holding my upper arm spat out the word, "you asked for sir."
The man looked proud of himself, as if he had just won a competition.
The man holding the gun turned to look at me, then smiled a devilish grin, "Why, if it isn't the newlywed Mrs. Watson. I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to meet you my dear."
"MARY RUN!" Irene screamed
"Quiet woman!" He turned back to her and kicked her over.
"NO!" I screamed
"I was going to finish Miss Adler off first but perhaps you're more of a problem", he raised his gun and fired.
"AAH!" Pain shot through my right shoulder, and then I could feel the hot sticky liquid running down my arm. Blood.
(Holmes POV)
Watson and I had just returned to the café to find Mary absent.
"Holmes she's been taken! OHMYGOD THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!" We were causing quite a scene but neither of us cared, we wanted to find them.
It was then that Watson sank into the sear Mary had been sitting in and began to cry.
Then I saw it, a small white pearl. Identical to the bracelet she had been wearing.
"WATSON LOOK!" I shouted, now seeing a small trail leading out of the café. Watson jumped to his feet and ran out of the café following my trail of pearls.
(Watson's POV)
Hold on, love, hold on. I'm coming to get you! I ran faster, Holmes was right behind me.
We ran about 2 miles before we came to a door of a large ruff looking building.
"Irene's apartment." Holmes said solemnly, "Now, how are we going to get it without alerting them?"
Not listening at all, I kicked the door in and followed the pearls on the floor up the stairs one, two, three, four, five, six floors and then, I heard it, screaming. Mary's screaming.