Avery Mallard didn't know where she was. She had been kidnapped for about 3 days now. She was starting to panic.
What if Ellie can't save me? What if she's too late and they only find my beautiful corpse lying a ditch covered by BUGS, yuck. Bugs are disgusting.
Please Ellie, please. You have to find me.
"Hello there Birdy, you going to warble for us today or are we going to have to force it out of you again?"
Avery shied away from the man, but his long, dirt-encrusted fingers reached through the bars of her cage and grabbed her collar. He chuckled.
"You have to do better than that Birdy. Come on, the boss wants us to record this one."
He opened her cage and hauled a screaming Avery out and into a hessian bag.
She had been sending him information for the last three days. He knew who was behind this, but he couldn't show himself quite yet. He needed more time.
But each passing day that girl was being tortured even further. He would have to act soon, before they started mutilating her.
Sherlock Holmes was sitting in a little rented out room. It wasn't a particularly nice room; it was covered in mould and the building was laden with termites, but it sufficed.
He needed one more thing, and he knew who could get it for him.
He looked down at his phone. Sherlock had sent him another text. Since he had faked his death, Sherlock was far more inclined to text him than he had done for his entire life.
Where is it? – SH
Typical, no pleasantries, just straight to the point, Mycroft thought.
A cache. Observation Tower, Mt. Lofty – MH
Anything more specific? – SH
That would be too easy – MH
Damn you – SH
You never got anywhere with me telling you all the answers brother – MH
Fine – SH
She was worried. It had been three days and Sherlock hadn't rescued Avery yet.
A small part of her brain almost doubted his ability.
Granted, it was a very small part of her brain.
Anything could be happening to her. Please Sherlock, help her. I beg you.
Neve sat, wrapped up warmly in the arms of her wonderful boyfriend. It was probably cruel how she was torturing Eleanor, but it was for the best really.
Ellie needs to learn when to stay out of other people's business.
She cuddled up Sebastian while he laced his fingers through hers and kissed the top of her head.
"Sixteen now, huh?"
"So it seems."
"Guess that means you're legal now."
Neve gave Sebastian a sly look.
"I suppose it does."
"So... does that mean..."
"No. You still don't."
"Aww. Spoil-sport."
Sebastian nuzzled her neck.
I was definitely cruel what she was doing to Ellie, still she got to see that little twerp Avery being forced to sing her favourite songs.
I suppose there is always a bonus in this job.
John Watson made them both tea.
He knew something was plaguing Eleanor's mind, but he wasn't sure what.
It must have something to do with that missing friend of hers. I hope they find her soon, Ellie looks terrible with the way she's worrying all the time.
He placed the tea down on the table and poured them both a cup.
He saw the edge of Eleanor's wrists as her sleeves slid up while she reached for her cup.
He couldn't ignore the scars he saw there.