Chapter 11- I'm coming to get you
After only around a 1 or so of proper sleep, Scarlett got up, dressed and went straight up stairs to find Sherlock already awake his violin in hand, after an hour of silence, Mrs Hudson came up with tea, she smile at the two of them before she left. John was working that day so the house was very silent as the two black hair occupants thought.
Sherlock had taken to pacing again and Scarlett just stared up at the photo, as though some kind of answer would break forth from the collage of writing and photo's.
Around 12 the silence was broken. "This came dear a policemen just delivered it" said Mrs Hudson's voice Sherlock turned to her and took the envelope from her, ripping it open he starred at the picture before him the word underneath were "Come to me or another imposter will die".
"Is that another one from him" Scarlett asked and Sherlock merely nodded.
"Can I see?" she asked slowly, Scarlett was surprised when he motioned her nearer, but did as he asked. Scarlett stood in front of Sherlock and he slowly handed her the note. There were no pictures just words written in a love heart.
'I'm coming to get you.'
Scarlett handed the note back to Sherlock and sat heavily on the chair beside him, Mrs Hudson rushed to her side and knelt in front of her.
"It's ok dear" she cooed looking up into Scarlett's face.
"No Mrs Hudson it is not" Scarlett cried looking into the older woman's eyes.
When John arrived home Scarlett sat in his chair staring into an unlit fire, her hair was falling into her face but she didn't seem to care.
John caught Sherlock's eye who simply motioned to the note on the table, John read it before he sighed a heavy breath and shook his head. He didn't know what to say anymore.
They sat in that silence until dinner was over. Scarlett sat down in front of the fire, on the floor. He head in her hands. A sudden boom sounded from down stairs as the door was flung open, Sherlock rushed to the window.
"The police officers, they're dead" said Sherlock
The booming bark of Scarlett's Great Dane was the only noise in the other wise quiet flat, Bruce having been locked in by Mrs Hudson when she had gone out to bingo, earlier that night.
"He's here" Scarlett said in a whisper, her green eyes stared up at the detective, as the lights went out.
"Nobody move" said Sherlock calmly through the darkness, he could hear Scarlett's shallow breaths in front of him.
"I'm coming my love I'm coming" called a voice from down stairs. It was high pitched and stunk of insanity.
Scarlett listened as she heard the stairs creek with the weight of the person now coming up them. Backing up slightly she let out a gasp as she hit something solid, peering over her shoulder she could roughly make out Sherlock's face with the little light that was coming in through the window, from the streetlights below.
"We need to move now" Sherlock said quietly before grabbing her hand and leading her into the kitchen where John was. The three looked at each other as the stairs creaked again.
"Come on" said Sherlock as Scarlett seemed to freeze, he hand gripping his tightly, he made his way through the door next to the fridge, it lead to a corridor, in front of them was a door Scarlett had never entered and on the other wall was the bathroom. The tree stood in the corridor.
"What now?" said John to Sherlock.
"We need to call the police" said Sherlock
"I never thought I'd hear you say that, but we can't phone is dead, he much of cut the line and we have all just left our mobiles out there, where a murdering lunatic is now waiting" John whispered angrily at Sherlock.
"Come out come out, wherever you are" called the high voice again, it was almost childlike.
"Right John, I'll distract him, you get Scarlett out of here and get help" said Sherlock his mind working.
Suddenly he barged out of the door they had just entered through.
"Hey look I'm over here" shouted Sherlock loudly. Scarlett saw a figure turn and stare over at Sherlock but he did not move.
"You can't protect her, she isn't yours" said the man his pitch fluctuated at the end making him sound almost demonic.
"She isn't yours either" said Sherlock calmly.
"Not yet" the man replied. "Where is she?"
Sherlock didn't answer he didn't even move. The man raised a gun and pointed it to Sherlock.
"I know she is here" he said slowly.
The air seemed to be thick with anxiety as John move Scarlett, watched. He crept passed the man unseen in the darkness. Creeping up behind the man John looked to Sherlock and suddenly the man turned around and fired.
John let out a yell and he stumbled backward into the coffee table, where he fell, he did not move again.
"John" cried Scarlett as she rushed out of her hiding place forgetting for a second why she was there.
"I'm sorry my love" said the man turning to her, Sherlock stepped in front of her, so as to protect her.
The man's face was covered with a hooded top and stopped in his tracks, a cruel laugh escaped his lips.
"I said she isn't YOURS" he screamed at Sherlock, he leapt at him and two began to fight the gun, lost to the side. Scarlett ran and collected it, she aimed the gun but her hands were shaking and Sherlock and J-T-R were moving too much, she could hit Sherlock.
After a while the man won out, he had Sherlock by the throat knife in hand, Sherlock panted as he lay still, the man holding the knife to his throat.
Scarlett pointed the gun at the man and took a deep breath.
"Let him go or I'll shoot you" she said her voice shaking.
"Do you really think you can pull the trigger faster than I can slit his throat my love, even if you kill me, your beloved detective will die to. He's not good enough for you anyway". He spoke slowly and Scarlett held the gun out her hands shaking again.
"Shoot him" said Sherlock to her
"Shut it lover boy" Said the man and he push the knife in harder, Scarlett let out a squeal.
"Drop the gun, my love and no one gets hurt. Drop the gun and me and you can go have a nice dinner together and Sherlock here won't die" He spoke like a father to a young child.
Scarlett's feelings for Sherlock were overruling any logic she had left as she lowered the gun. The man held out his hand and she reluctantly passed him the gun. He let go of Sherlock but before the detective had a chance, the butt of the gun collided with his head, knocking him out.
"Sherlock" Scarlett cried, but suddenly the man was moving towards her, backing away she let out a blood curdling scream, but it was too late as the syringe had been emptied into her neck, she felt her legs go weak, falling to the ground. The man scooped her up and flung her over his shoulder, she tried to struggle but as the drug took effect she was becoming weaker by the second, by the time the man had carried her to the stairs she was unconscious lulling around like a rag doll.
