*Sherlock's POV*
Come at once
SH
I shut my phone, pacing the living room. I knew once I sent that text that John would be here in minutes, fuming at our new predicament.
What's happened?
He replied, making me sigh.
I shall explain once you are present.
SH
With that, I went into thought. It is far to obvious who had gotten Lara, so don't have to dwell on that bit. Now, as to why she was kidnapped. It might be a case for us to stop investigating, but we have no leads. I honestly, and aggravatingly, say that I am at a dead end. So, the prep obviously can't be trying to make us stop, unless he thinks we know. I stopped, eyes glazed over. Why would he think we would know? "Unless…" I put my knuckle to my mouth, brows together as John busted into the room, heavily breathing. Sara came in after him, looking worried.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"We have a problem."
*Normal POV*
I glared at the pacing man, trying to find a way to get the ropes from my hands off. At this point now, my wrists were raw and bleeding, face bruised, blood kept pooling in my mouth from some deep cuts I inflicted when he was punching me around, and clothes ripped some.
"He'll come. Yeah…" He kept muttered, making roll my eyes. He was a large man, black balding hair, at least 6"6' and a huge belly. The butcher of the deli.
"I doubt it." I said with a sigh, making him turn and back hand me.
"Don't say that! He told me Holmes would come. To save you." My brows came together at this.
"He? Who?" He smiled with yellow teeth.
"Why, who else?" Came a giddy voice. My head shot over to the door of the abandoned factory. None other then Jim Moriarty walked over, smiling. "Very well done Frank!" He applauded the large man, who smiled sharply. "Now, leave us for now." The large man named Frank nodded, slouching off and out of the factory. I glared to Moriarty who tutted at me, looking me over. "My, my. He sure did a number on you." I scuffed, sitting up straight.
"I've been through worse." I muttered, making him smile a deadly one.
"Yes. In fact, I do wonder why you chose the job you did. You're a war hero!" He shouted, throwing his arms in the air as he spun, his back to me now. "Killing enemies, dismantling bombs, getting information!" He turned to me then, brown eyes sparkling. "Your smart. Smarter then you think." I rolled my eyes, now slouching in the seat. "That's why I want you to join me." There was a long pause before I busted out into laughter. Once I settled down, I saw him staring at me.
"Wait, your serious?" He raised an eyebrow as I asked this.
"I am nothing but. You see, it would appear our common… Friend, has taken quite a liking to you." I glared at his back, his hands behind them as he looking around amiably. "And, with the positive factor that you have quite the brain on you, we could destroy him." He glanced back at me over his shoulder, me glaring. "Think about it. We could live like royalty! With Holmes out of the way, we could create the worlds best criminals!" I looked down. "No more worries about money, people, jobs. Just… Us." My eyes widened as he said this, but I refused to look up. "We were made for each other."
*Sherlock's POV*
"Are you out of your mind?" John yelled as I merely sat in a chair, plucking at my violin. "You expect us to just walk up to the killer, and have him hand her over?" I stayed silent as he continued to fume. "It doesn't work like that Sherlock! We don't even know if she's-"
"She is." I cut him off, sending him a sharp glare. He stepped back, confused by my sudden change of moods. In fact, I was too. I knew what he was going to say, and it came cross with me. "He thinks we know who he is, so he needs her alive for his amnesty." I said, going back to casually plucking at my instrument. John sighed, plopping onto the couch, head in his hands. I watched from the corner of my eye as Sara put a hand on his knee, as another rubbed his back. My brows came together as I looked back to my violin. It was an odd gesture, one I believe could mean to make someone feel better. Reason for doing it worthless of course.
"We have to get her back." he said, sitting up straight with a hard look on his face. I half smiled, looking over to him.
"Then it's settled?"
"Yes. Just do it quickly." I nodded, putting the violin down and getting my phone out, texting the number.
What do you want?
SH
There was a tense silence as we all stared at the phone, waiting. In minutes the reply came.
326 Carter lane.
Brixton factory.
Come. Alone.
I sighed as I put the phone back in my jacket. "Well?" John asked, tense.
"I must go to a destined place alone to meet him." We stared at each other for moments, before he said something.
"What's the plan?"