Chapter Ten

"Holmes!" I called angrily as I trudged behind him, my body weight divided between my unharmed leg and Rory's shoulder. "This is all your fault!"

Rory rolled his eyes, "Don't worry Sherlock, she gets like this when she's in pain."

"I do not," I said, scowling. "And it is your fault. We're trapped down here because of you."

Sherlock rounded another corner. I tried to keep a mental note of how many ties we've turned. Left, right, left, left. Each passageway longer than the one before. "We are not trapped down here. There is another way out of this hole, I know it. I just have to find it."

I gave Rory an uneasy look. The road so far had been quiet. To quiet. There hadn't been a single Angel, a single disturbance. Something was wrong.

"You know, I'm still not sure why we are in this crypt in the first place." Sherlock said, fingering the dusty wall. "And I really do hope the answer is better than 'for your amusement.'"

"We're… scouting." Rory answered, "You know, most of the disappearances are centered around this area. And we just found a secret underground crypt. This has to important somehow."

Rory gave me a sly smile and I rolled my eyes. I loved that crazy boy, the way he thought he was so clever, the way he smirked and laughed and cherished me to no end. He was my life, my home, my entire family in one person. Rory was my everything. I gave him a tight squeeze and he happily supported my weight.

"Oh god, love birds. If you're gonna lie and be cutzies about it, do it on your own time." Sherlock muttered.

"He's not lying," I tell him.

"Yes he is," Sherlock said in a bored voice. Rory shrugged in a what-can-we-do sort of way. I rest my head on his shoulder and then cringe in the way I had to set down my foot.

"Slow down, there, horsie." He said laughing and re-adjusting his stance. Sherlock paused and waited for us to get going.

"Leadworth?" He asked.

"Excuse me?" I responded

"Leadworth. That's where you're from, isn't it?"

"Holmes." I said, rolling my eyes, "You continue to amaze." Sherlock smirked. "But you know what would be even more amazing? If you could Get. Us. Out. Of. Here! "

"What do you think I'm doing?" He responded blankly. "The quicker we do this the quicker we get back to John. And the quicker we get back to John the faster we can all go home happy."

"Fine, Holmes. Hey, you know what would get us to John even faster? If we hadn't freaking fell through a ceiling!"

"You're the one that wanted to go into the mausoleum in the first place!" He yelled back.

"Oh please!" I responded, "If it weren't for-" I stopped dead in my tracks. Fear crept up inside of me like a spider. It's tiny legs paralyzing my entire body. Every inch frozen in terror. My heart beated at a hundred times a minute as I looked at the source of my hour.

In front of me stood a Weeping Angel.