They were running.
She didn't know who this man was, but he had saved her.
He was tall, with a mop of dark hair and the most peculiar quicksilver eyes. He sounded British.
She wasn't sure if it was the running that was making her heart beat double time or something else.
She was starting to think it might be something else.
He had broken into the building about two hours earlier and had shot the laptop. Then he grabbed her and they started running.
If she could run with him, she didn't really mind running for the rest of her life.
She was about to go for the other wrist when the special phone bleeped.
Her hand shot out for the phone.
Got her. We're running – SH
A wave of relief crashed over her as she absorbed his words. Avery was alive. Sherlock had rescued her. Thank any and all gods out there.
Get her to the police, they will look after her – EW
Was already going – SH
By the gods, she thought, he really is brilliant.
Thank you – EW
Just stand up to your promise – SH
Of course – EW
She placed the phone down and lay back on the bed. She closed her eyes and began to smile while she began to leak tears out of her eyes.
Avery was safe.
Now she can stop punishing herself for being a terrible friend.
Lestrade received a call from the South Australian Metropolitan Police. Jessica Mallard had been left at the police station for them. Her parents had been called first, now Lestrade had been called so that he could inform the girl's friend who was staying in London about the recent development.
Lestrade finished up with the call and phoned John Watson immediately.
"Avery was found?"
"Less than ten minutes ago."
"I'll tell Ellie. Thank you, Greg. Really, thank you."
"It's okay John, the Australian's did their best and they found her alive."
The phone clicked off.
John leaned against his chair. Hopefully Ellie will stop cutting herself now, he thought to himself as he began to walk confidently towards Sherlock's room.
The signal had suddenly cut out of the Skype video. Neve Moriarty sat bolt upright, dislodging her boyfriend in the process.
"DAD, WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM!"
He had left the girl out the front of the police station. It was best he didn't go with her. They would start asking questions, questions he shouldn't answer.
He texted Eleanor, sure that she would need to know of what happened immediately.
He strolled over to a shopping complex. He sat down on bench outside the building and looked at himself. Staying in Australia for so long was making him get a tan.
He wished he could go back to England, but his job wasn't finished yet. Not quite yet.
He needed a little more time.
