Swish. Blindfolds, which had been roughly put on John and Sherlock shortly after Lara left, were removed. They opened their eyes, blinked a few times, and looked around. It was dark, and they were alone, besides a few of Moriarty's henchman. Both were sitting down, in very comfortable chairs, but after wriggling around a bit, they found that they weren't tied down. Sherlock stood, and a man immediately turned and pointed a gun at him. He put his hands up and sat back down. John looked at him and gave him a look that said, Now what? Sherlock looked around, then his brows furrowed together. They were in a cinema. Sherlock quickly began making deductions. Old. Not used since- he smelled the air, and wiped his finger on some dust, inspecting it- the year of... 1974. Built in the thirties. Rumors of ghost. But where? He didn't know much of cinemas, he rarely went to any. Must study for future... Problems. From what he could hear, the street wasn't busy, but cars did pass by every now and then. Listening closely, he heard a car pull closer, closer, then stop, right outside.
Lara looked up at the old building and raised her eyebrows. Back when she was still with her dad, she had listened in on all of Moriarty's plans for Sherlock, which is how she knew what address to go to. She didn't know it was an old cinema, though. Jim Moriarty had a true talent for being dramatic. Lara turned around, and found that the cab had already left, and the street was just about empty. She turned back to the building and pushed on the front door, only to find it was locked. She stepped back and walked around to the side of the theatre. The side door was unlocked, and she slowly pushed it open. It was dark, and the only light came through the door. Immediately to her left, there was a staircase, and she quietly walked up the stairs. Turning right, she saw the whole of the theatre. Straining her eyes to see in the darkness, she saw Sherlock, John, and one, two, three of Moriarty's men. She looked up, and saw two balconys. Thank God this place is so old, she thought. If she could climb up to the balcony on the left, she could take out each of Moriarty's guys one by one. Like a sniper, she thought, and smiled to herself. She went down a thin hallway and looked for a way up to the balcony. Seeing the hallway was a dead end, and only led to the restrooms, she turned around and sighed silently. This was proving to be more difficult than she thought it would be, and she hadn't even fought anyone yet. Going the opposite direction she started, she quickly walked down another hallway, and was relieved to find the stairs. She quickly climbed up, wincing when one of the steps creaked under her wait. Lara reached the balcony and peered over the edge. She took out her gun, aimed, fired. One. Aim, fire. Two. Aim, fire. Three. She grinned wickedly, almost proud of herself. She raised her hand to wave at Sherlock, who was staring at her, but before she could, she was knocked out. Another of Moriarty's men stepped out of the shadows behind her and smiled. "You were right, she had no idea," he said.
Sherlock and John both jumped at the sound of a gunshot. The man to the left of John fell to the ground, dead. Everyone remaining turned to where the shooter was. Lara smiled at Sherlock and he sighed. He didn't like the idea of her getting in danger, but it was a relief to have a way out now. She shot the other two men and grinned. An absolutely wicked grin. He could tell that she was proud of herself, and that was not a good sign. Suddenly, he saw something move behind her, but before he could warn her, she was lying in a heap on the floor of the balcony. A man stepped out onto the balcony and said something into an earpiece. Horrified, John and Sherlock watched as the man grabbed an unconscious Lara by the wrists and dragged her away. Sherlock spun around the room, looking for an exit. Running to the first he saw, he yelled back to John, "Come on, we can't let them get away!" Sherlock and John burst out of the building and into the sunlight. It was getting close to late afternoon, but it was extremely bright compared to the nearly pitch black cinema, and they were seeing spots. John ran around the side of the building and saw Lara being stuffed into the trunk of a car. "Sherlock!" He said it quietly, but it was filled with alarm. Sherlock ran up to John, fast enough to see the car, but too slow to get to it before it sped away.
Am I right when I say Lara is BADASS? Oh, wait, what are they gonna do to her?! Mwahahahaha!
P.S. Sorry this chapter is so short, but I am adding another chapter immediately after I post this one, so continue reading!